I remember the day still, it was the 2nd of June 1979. This was the day that my world fell apart. The weather was much the same as todays, I had spent most of the morning in Oxford city centre buying clothes, I needed a nice white shirt also I needed a pair of shoes. Well came home from city centre just got home when the neighbour called me round for a couple of drinks which went down very well. I was happy having a couple of glasses of whiskey but mum shouted for me to come back home because she thought that I needed to get ready, I had plenty of time I said but mums know best.
So had a bat