In the early ’80s, my comprehensive school’s corridors heaved with perrys, bovver boys and Blondie/Siouxsie/Chrissie Hynde pretenders. So at sixth form, I was startled to encounter a throng…
I was taken up to Cromford Courts, on the roof of Manchester’s Arndale Centre, by my friend Angela in 1987. The flats looked (to me) like council houses…