Both barrels

I met Lee in Vernon Terrace, and we walked up to Cooper’s, an empty pub and disco at the bottom of Croft Road, overlooking Buckley Park and The Croft pub. I’d noticed it was empty on one of my trips to Whincliffe, and we figured out a way in through wooden cellar doors that were unlocked.

We were soon inside and exploring by torch light. All the rooms were empty except for the cellars, and we found an old tool kit in a cobwebby-cupboard. Needless to say we filled our bags, getting screwdrivers, chisels, hammers and an old electric drill.

We carried the stuff back to Lee’s where his Mum was embroiled in a shouting match with people from the community centre next door. She stormed out and gave them both barrels: she’s a fearsome woman when aroused and I freely confess to being frightened of her.