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Always large part of my life, kicked it in 2001. On a campsite, one of the best jobs I ever had. Thought I’d lost it in the first two weeks though!


It didn’t feature in 1983 when I left school, sweet sixteen, in Basingstoke. Family already in deepest, darkest Norfolk, where’s the night life?

Alcohol :

            Very sociable, to begin with. Had to go to the pubs and discos to meet people. Especially girls! Success in the meat markets? Nah, met more lasses in the cafes.


it’s becoming easier to drink properly, in the company of beer swilling butchers. They taught me how to drink! Or was it because I kept wishing that I could drink like them? I could after a few months! I still believe it’s sociable.


Tamed for six months when I move to N. Yorks; they say that love conquers the demon. It’s a long distance relationship for four months, while I wait for my lover to finish college. Living in a shared house; Tom the Geordie “Y I Mon! Ya canny lad!” what a character to lift your spirits! All appeal lost when I’m dumped though.


is back very quickly. Not long to upset new friends. Slope back to Norfolk, easy on ya thumb, no bus fares, bottles in bag.


My only friend in 1993; longer hair, in dreadlocks; longer dole stints, longer criminal links. Get a council flat pretty quick though, bit of a scam.


Still with me in new flat, on excellent terms with offie 50 yards across the road. I’ve met my son’s mother though, just don’t know it yet. What the hell does she see in this pathetic sot?


Is exceptionally quiet for the next 18 months; blissful family unit. Not to mention full time job! Not exactly legit though.


is my best friend again during the split up. Bumming around a bit in 1999, slide back down the coast. Onto the campsite. How did I survive that first year? Even the campers bought me –


Published by: Carl (I,Scalius) Peters

Got my degree at University of Cumbria (Lancaster) in English Lit and Creative Writing and now find how difficult it really is to make yourself write everyday. Hardest job in the world! Now a few years on I realise just how hard. Wordsworth was right, movement is so important to creativity...So a few years on now and over 50 walking football is seemingly the movement needed!

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