;D ;D ;D ;D happy memories ;D ;D ;D sore memories ,, we formed our own wee private club as lads,,, no clocks [no money ;D] getting the old rubbers from" the real pigeon men"we had about ten young lads in it , streeters , half tumblers you name it ;D we had to run to a centre point [the chemist shop] [not in it ;D ;D ;D]
first to arrive with rubber won the race,, i cycled with[ my would be winning rubber ;D] and a big stick came poking out a hedge , through the spokes ,, over the handlebars ,,,went hame greetin ;D ;D ;D,,,,,,, the other two mates brothers ;D ran with rubber , the one without the rubber got there first, then somebody else got there b4 the other brother who had the rubber ;D ;D ;D good scrap that day ;D ;D ;D