Any night that ends up in a moist, sticky grapple with a woman.
Every night in the 80's / 90's, when I got home alive.
Any night in SE London, after a Wall home win, when some of you cracking lads have taken me under your wing, and we resume the pre match festivities.
Pulling a sort down Flicks Nightclub in the Mid 80's...new to the 'game' then...invariably most were Munters but for a few thought i'd won aWilly Wonkas Golden Ticket when either exiting the club with her or at least getting their phone number written down on the lid of a fag packet.
Ulster.I never could afford a camera. I was only an Apprentice. But can assure you put both 'hooks' down as it was good holding ground but with a strong ebb.
Thinking about it another good night was.the night when England won.in '66 and.a charming Brazilian lady who swore she had been Miss Brazil in 64. "Entertained" me with her
Charm, good looks and sophistication.