October 1990.
I was 19 years old, banging a stunning 24 year old blonde haired, married, woman (just split up from her 30 year old husband). Well out of my depth. I had a brand new Ford Fiesta (new shape, Mk3), I had a great job with lots of money in my pocket, and my Mum lived in Cheshire so I used to get the train into Manchester at every opportunity to buy the latest 'Madchester' records. I used to go clubbing in Manchester, and as my friend played for United I never paid a penny for drinks or admission.
Happy, happy days... Brilliant music, everyone had money, great times were always had.
I've always said that I'll be sitting in a pool of piss in a nursing home when I'm 90, but I'll still have my memories so I won't care. However, knowing my luck - I'll get Alzheimers.
Sorry,but after reading that your luck would suggest a long and happy life mate. Who was the United player - can you spill the beans?
Who was the United player - can you spill the beans?
He spilt the beans over the divorced 24 year old blonde. I thought we established that?!
Who was asking about the blonde? Jeez