Where do I start? I was born in 1967 and we moved up from Clayton, Manchester. Darnhill was where everybody knew everybody, and was very friendly.

As a kid growing up you didn’t dare do anything wrong as there was this one bobby we called him Sherlock and he used to ride around on a pushbike. I remember him catching me and my cousin on some garages near the shops, he got us both by the ears and frog marched us to our parents and you can imagined what happened next!

It’s a shame they can’t do anything like that now. Our parents were a bit poor, I remember coming in from playing out and we had no electric and I said where are the lights and he replied there is a power cut but there wasn’t we were skint as the rest of the street was lit up lol. But what great times we had! Who needs money when there is love?

Tony