Yesterdays carry my only 15.
I went for a short walk in a big park, then a short nostalgia walk where I used to live.
Park Town was the poshest part of town, I had a small bedsit in someones posh house.
You have to be vetted to buy a house there,it has its own park hence the name I guess.
My girlfriend at the time was asked to leave the park when she was waiting for me once,I see they have put a lock on the gates now.
She was a sweet thing, not some cans of special brew swallying, heavily tattoed,tab smoking ,belching behemouth (that probaly came after she left me for some twonk of a singer in a rock band).
We just wernt posh enough,I even got told of for washing my car in the street they just didnt do that sort of thing...
I went for a coffee nearby expensive as the areas houses.
Another pub I went into (to use the loos) was playing records not seen that in decades,talked to a nice lass on the way out.
I shall definetly go back there when Im better with and arm full of LPs and a thirst...are they ready for the Stooges no fun?


This sign outside of one pub I see as a challenge, I shall have to go back when I am better and have a go.
