When it comes to ideas and interests in life, my teenage years seem have been the most formative, as they probably were with most people. During the 80s  along with my brother and two friends I started riding my racing bike seriously, and with that came the obsessing over continental...

The hell of the high street. The high Street is an awful place, dirty and depressing, the standard council herringbone brickwork stained with spat out chewing gum, dog shit and human blood. I used to lay herringbone brickwork whilst the Fatty would sit watching in his BMW smoking...