I loved Chrissie Hynde when I was 15.
There was a trip to see The Pretenders in Redcar. It wasn't a professional job just run by an enthusiast, and was setting off early so that the seaside could also be enjoyed. None of my friends were sufficiently interested to shell out the cash so I was due to go by myself. My Mum, thinking that it would be no fun for me, booked herself and her Mum onto the coach and they explored the delights of Redcar whilst I went to the gig. A girl came and sat with me on the coach on the way home and I had to desperately try to pretend that I didn't know my Mum and Gran.
(Cave Duck, Thu 25 Nov 2010, 9:02, Reply)