My life on and around the council estate was like most of the people, there was honour amongst thieves, my mother left home when I was 9 to live with some guy who came to fix the washer..!!
I thought my life would be a life of crime, detention centres, borstal and then prison, I openly admit I didn't grow up till I was 25. In those days it was easy to become an arsehole in that environment, my Dad liked a drink and a fight but not always in that order.
