If it was pouring with rain the Cinema was a refuge. I can remember bunking into the Odeon Leicester Square to watch Rollerball; being too young to get the underlying dystopian message but loving the action.
Bunking off and nicking stuff was pretty much a way of life then but age soon put these practises into perspective (ie not big and not clever). Up West in those days was a short bus journey on the 19 but seemed a world away. As I progressed through my teens up west was about the nightlife; Global Village, Gossips, Lyceum, and less about the naïve wanderings of younger times.
that summers big one
Still back then, who knew? The journey back on the top deck of the 19 bus having a crafty fag whilst unscrewing the light bulbs from their ceiling home, followed by a lovely plate of nosh was better than school. That was just how it was. I'm not romanticising it but I feel that being young back then life was simpler and if you had a bit of adventure about you the time and place was right.