I'm really really glad...
That I grew up in the eighties and not the boring 'noughties' goddd...

Moloko, or whatever your name is, I'm so sad your generation aren't allowed the freedom we took for granted to be a bit wild and learn independance!

Legless, when I was 13 my mum used to drop me and her sister off at her friends to play with her sons (on a dangerous farm oo-er) I got my lust for speed from spending hours rallying in a car their dad had given them (they were 9 and 14) which had no floor in it - fucking brilliant! I remember hysterically laughing as we flew round the field (look, I was 13, we were probably doing about 15mph, but it felt fast!) dodging straw stacks and stuff...

glad to be old!! :)

ps, all coppers *are* bastards - they would only have stopped you because you were an easy target - the hours I've spent cringing of embarrasment when (in a previous life!) on duty with a twat on a power crazy mission insisted on chasing teenagers in cars 'in case they had a bald tyre' or following pissed up peeps (in the riot van, I am not joking) to yell at them through the loudspeaker if they started to look like they were going to stop for a slash - jeez!!!!
( curvylittlegoth heard the voices in your head on, Tue 8 Jan 2008, 16:10, Reply)