‘I did not have three thousand pairs of shoes, I had one thousand and sixty.’
Cast your mind back to the summer of 1976. If you're not old enough, let me paint you a picture. The summer holidays were drenched in glorious sunshine. Tarmac melted, hosepipes were banned, The Goodies ruled TV and Abba dominated the airwaves. I was 9 years old and it was the most wonderful summer ever. If you watch Stand by Me you'll have more of an idea. There were no social media, so me and my real flesh-and-blood friends played outside for six whole weeks. These were halcyon days of no sun-cream, paedophiles, mobile phones or cycle helmets.
We spent a lot of time playing down by the river. The drought had lowered the Trent to a trickle, ...