Tom and Banana do the bunk 6th November 1975 Yesterday was Bomb fire Night, but as usual in Glan Alyn it means nothing. Me and Tom done the bunk. The reason being partly because I was wrongly accused of bullying, I mean forcing this kid into buying cigarettes, partly because of my pathetic hair cut, and mainly for a joke. Some joke. Here’s how the story goes. We got changed from our uniform and made out way into the woods, and from there to the top of Moel Findeg. We found a hide out, built a den, and stayed there until it was pitch dark. Having no idea of the time, we pushed on. We were going down the side of the mountain when we heard the barking of dogs, so we changed direction. Anyway, we made our way to the Glyndwr Inn, but a car came and we ran and ended up on the wrong road and ended up in a place called (can’t read..something like Errurus??).Tom suggested that we went to Helen’s (as she had 20 Embassy for him). Mold was three miles away, so we started making tracks. We got to Mold and in Mold we passed a sports centre. We were watching the people swimming and found out that the time was 7.25 and after a bit of difficulty found our way to 18 Oak Drive (address changed to protect the innocent). We stayed in Helen’s ‘till about 10.30. and all the time we were there was not actually enjoyed. Her mother just sat there with her ears open, father putting questions to us and sister Irene with a big mouth. Helen was doing Welsh homework. When we left we got two medicine bottles full of orange juice and some crackers. After some sadness (between Helen and her mate Tom). We left. We went through Mold and headed towards the Shire Hall. We tried to hitch hike, but it was no good. We found ourselves going down strange dark roads. Jugernauts would come past and scare the wits out of us. One and a half miles away from Buckley we were so tired. We saw a phone box and attempted to sleep in it, but it was cold so we hit the road again. On the corner was a farm shed and a hay bay. We were going to sleep there, but according to Tom it was too spooky. We walked and walked until we got a life off an ‘L’ reg Vauxhall Viva. A man and a woman in the car and us. They dropped us out about two miles down the road. When we got out I threw the two bottles of orange away so I could put my hands in my pockets. We tramped on speechless with cold and tiredness still hitch hiking. About seven miles from Birkenhead a lorry driver gave us a lift and dropped us off a mile away. The next lift came first time to take us through the tunnel, and guess what, the guy dropped us off on Smithdown Tom and Banana do the bunk 6th November 1975 Yesterday was Bomb fire Night, but as usual in Glan Alyn it means nothing. Me and Tom done the bunk. The reason being partly because I was wrongly accused of bullying, I mean forcing this kid into buying cigarettes, partly because of my pathetic hair cut, and mainly for a joke. Some joke. Here’s how the story goes. We got changed from our uniform and made out way into the woods, and from there to the top of Moel Findeg. We found a hide out, built a den, and stayed there until it was pitch dark. Having no idea of the time, we pushed on. We were going down the side of the mountain when we heard the barking of dogs, so we changed direction. Anyway, we made our way to the Glyndwr Inn, but a car came and we ran and ended up on the wrong road and ended up in a place called (can’t read..something like Errurus??).Tom suggested that we went to Helen’s (as she had 20 Embassy for him). Mold was three miles away, so we started making tracks. We got to Mold and in Mold we passed a sports centre. We were watching the people swimming and found out that the time was 7.25 and after a bit of difficulty found our way to 18 Oak Drive (address changed to protect the innocent). We stayed in Helen’s ‘till about 10.30. and all the time we were there was not actually enjoyed. Her mother just sat there with her ears open, father putting questions to us and sister Irene with a big mouth. Helen was doing Welsh homework. When we left we got two medicine bottles full of orange juice and some crackers. After some sadness (between Helen and her mate Tom). We left. We went through Mold and headed towards the Shire Hall. We tried to hitch hike, but it was no good. We found ourselves going down strange dark roads. Jugernauts would come past and scare the wits out of us. One and a half miles away from Buckley we were so tired. We saw a phone box and attempted to sleep in it, but it was cold so we hit the road again. On the corner was a farm shed and a hay bay. We were going to sleep there, but according to Tom it was too spooky. We walked and walked until we got a life off an ‘L’ reg Vauxhall Viva. A man and a woman in the car and us. They dropped us out about two miles down the road. When we got out I threw the two bottles of orange away so I could put my hands in my pockets. We tramped on speechless with cold and tiredness still hitch hiking. About seven miles from Birkenhead a lorry driver gave us a lift and dropped us off a mile away. The next lift came first time to take us through the tunnel, and guess what, the guy dropped us off on Smithdown Road (I lived in Gainsborough Rd a short distance away). We went home, had coffee and toast and went to bed. The next morning everybody was shocked, and after phoning up Mr Wallace and a lot of arguments I was on the 6.50 (a.m I think) bus for Loggerheads.
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