General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

Norley was buzzing with kids back in the day. A war was raging with rival gangs from one street or another. Territorial feuds and stone throwing were common. We had May queens, with the lads dressed as cowboys or Indians with the odd Davey Crocket thrown into the mix, girls dressed as faires, gypsies or queens, parties on grass verges, with ambrosia of the gods, consisting of jam butties, fairy cakes and fizzy pop.
Bommy neet was a special time of year. Us kids would go door knocking for flammable materials which were dragged, pushed and heaved to the chosen site. We told tales of horror around the yet unlit bommy and posted guards to defend from the bommy raiders. We sat on freezing cold steps and pavements for hours on end begging 'A penny for the guy' to buy sparklers and penny bangers for the big night.

Apart form Christmas it was the most magical time of year for us dirty faced, ragged arsed, kids.