It was always the same, Mum could stand me seeing him, understandable now looking back, if my daughter was creeping of ever night to go riding on the back of a black motorcycle with a smoking smelly misfit I would be worried. But I like to think that in the back of my mind that I would feel a little bit of nostiger, a little bit happy for her. Those were good day and I think it would be hard to do, lay here next to this fat offe and think of myself as lucky, unless I already knew how bad men could be …

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