These lads remind me of a bunch of nutbags I used to knock around with when I was in my late teens around Cowtown. Communal living, communal growing and communal debauchery. And that's not to say my nuts were anywhere near the same league.
Sadly a lot of them are gone now and not to the sea. The poppy is to blame in the most part, that or piss and cars.
Also brings to mind a rare, uncrowded, smoking day at Padang in the mid '90's when a couple of lilly white lads with a thick brogue paddled out and worldly me states " Ya might want to watch yourselves lads, it's pretty heavy" to which one replied " Ahhhh 'tis just loike home but softer and warmer!" and proceeded to tear the ****en bag outa it.
