We would spend countless hours here. While the other kids were playing on the "rec" opposite, we'd be in the attic here.
I was on keyboards and guitar, Nev was on bass, Andrew on lead guitar and Mick was on drums. Andrew was great with a soldering iron and became the band electrician.
We never plugged an electric guitar into the mains, though we knew a few who did.
Nev's penchant for wearing orange trousers meant he was always killed before anyone else. These were fantastic days, the age of innocence in so many ways, but with first girlfriends appearing on the horizon. Truly wonderful.
I love the curly guitar leads, my ancient and horrible Vox guitar that cost seven quid from Hope Street in Hanley, Nev's Vox bass, and Andrew's Futurama guitar. God knows how we sounded.
Better that we did this than spend a couple of years hanging around on street corners looking for a fight. What a great way to start. Hunter and Demon followed, and the rest is well documented.
This hasn't been, until now. Good days long, long gone, but not forgotten.