I remember when the Youth Employment Officer came to our East End school and asked us what we wanted to be when we left school. Half the class wanted to follow in their dad’s booted footsteps and go on the dole, unlike my friend Terry who wanted to be a bank robber. All I wanted to do was grow up so I could start wearing long trousers in the hope it would improve my chances when chatting up girls. I never stood much chance in short trousers along with a pair of sandals and white socks on my feet. I wanted to be given a snog but all they ever gave me was a sweet and a gentle pat on the head.
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