Wandering through HMV's book section, I was confronted by the usual plethora of the popular genre "Terrace trauma, Headstompers United" etc, fronted by the obligatory killer in a suitably gritty urban setting, when I noticed "Perry Boys" by Ian Hough. Flicking through, my mind raced back to a winters night in 1982, several of us drinking in a pub long since closed down, a pub where in later years my Mother-in-law would be robbed of her wedding ring at gunpoint. My memory clears further to reveal one of the lad's collapsing in the bitter night, vomiting profusely into his jumbo cords. Even with our limited first aid experience we could see it was ambulance time, a kind soul allowing us to use their house phone. As the ambulance arrived the two operatives (no green suited paramedics then) got to work immediately. Suddely one of the ambulance men starts screaming at me "how did he get like this?", the scene was turning distinctly ugly. Then I noticed the ambulance man's name tag...Frank Hough.
That was a hell of an unorthodox way of getting your dad to pick you up after the pub Ian. As the back cover illustrates, Hough certainly was one of the originals. I bought the book & read it in two evenings, such memories...indeed, where have all the good times gone?. I found myself putting on Dobie Gray's "The in crowd" at full volume, wheeling around in stockinged feet on my MFI laminate floor. My daughter ended up spannering me out of 1982 by saying "Mummy, why is Daddy crying?".....if your between 40 & 43 buy it, you'll cry too.........