The advantage of having big brothers was that you got all their cool things once they had finished with them.
But then my mum used to ban me from going out of the garden with it.
Yes, *reminisces* the summer of '76. We went to Scarborough and the car overheated in Malton; I remember my dad stomping around with an angry red face, looking for water while we all screamed because our legs were sticking to the vinyl seats in his Vauxhall Viva. Then we got to Scarborough where I was sick on another girl in Peasholme Park. I had a strange hat too - with a knitted flower on the front, with a huge eye-like button in the middle. Around this time we learned about greek myths at primary school and I soon acquired the nickname 'cyclops', which I happily added to the others, including 'duracell'. Happy days.
