I remember as a lad lying awake at night on a week end waiting for my old fella and mother to arrive home from club safely. This was before the drink driving laws were brought it and people used to drive home arseholed. I witnessed several crashes and cars driving into ditches after closing time on Beverley Road in those days. Remember sneaking out late one night, aged about 15, meeting my mate on OPE, and both of us going to Penny Farthing Coffee Club on Spring Bank. It was full of dodgy characters of both sexes none of which tried tapping us up. So we tried Viccy Coffee Club and Gothenburg the following week ends. From the age of 14 ( late 60's) with mates, we led a carefree life, out from dawn til dusk and sometimes never came home at all. We would hitchhike all over and never gave a second thought about getting home. If we ever came a cross a flasher or a perve we would brick them. Seriously. Never did us any harm.
Yes I do, generally. In my own experience of my childhood compared to the way we've brought up our children and from what I've seen of my childrens friends I'd say we have been better parents then my parents were for us and we enjoy a far greater closeness. My experience is in the suburbs though, of course others will have different experiences like the single parent families on the estates which may be different for them but I'm content to have been a better father to my kids then my Dad was for us thank you (he didn't even take me to City!).
No complaints about my dad. Except for his determination in 1964 that I wasn't going to look like Brian Jones.
Yeah, I had to google to trigger my memory. There were definitely several rings exposed at the time in Hull (non satanic), some exposed a few staff in children's homes. Though sadly Hull was certainly not alone in that, it was rife across the country.