All just a bit of fun.

My brother took me out for my 17th birthday, went to my first proper club and smoked my first cigarette.

I'd been to pubs and clubs before with my mates (you know those shit ones they let you in to when you're a teenage kid) this was different. Spliffs going round, an older bunch, better music, brighter lights, more alcohol, more fucked.

This place was where I belonged.

I'd done well at school and was going to college but that had now lost its interest, for the sake of my father I continued to go (by go I mean get the bus to where college was) I'd attend the morning class then as soon as the pubs opened, away I went.

Welcome to cigarettes, alcohol and looking for girls.