Welcome to Fore Street

I remember Daz and I travelling to that flat in a clapped out mark 2 escort with a broken axel and  Crate of McEwans Export.  Daz ate a triple whopper from Burger King  in 2 bites when we stopped off at the motorway services, i have never seen anything like it before!

As these were before the days of mobile phones, we could not inform Murph when we were arriving.  We pulled up in Fore Street in the early evening to find Murph hanging out of the front room window shouting obsenities and throwing various items from his living room at us (well, at Daz anyway!)