There's some great shots in there, proper social history job.
Those ones I from Nic Salmon in Scunny, I mentioned last week about knowing someone off there. I've looked again and realise that I had a brief encounter (shag) with another girl too. Her flat was the other side of town, half an hour from our house. I was getting picked up at 12 to go to the match and left the flat at about quarter too. Sprinted like a bastard in my Saxone shoes pausing only to throw up, made it by seconds (no phones then to inform of movements), nearly killed me.
We still write.
