Drugs, vodka, cottaging, Skittles: The Sefton Park I remember
The life and times of south Liverpool’s most loved park
Dear members — cans of lager, tiny bonfires and communal Marlborough Golds are all things you remember fondly (kind of) from your childhood; knocking around parks during the school holidays, disguising the smell of Frosty Jacks on your breath for your mum’s benefit when you staggered through the front door gone 10pm. It was a simpler, if not slightly humbling, time, wasn’t it? In today’s edition Melissa takes us on a trip down memory lane, reminiscing back to her youth in Sefton Park in the late 1970s.
But first, your Post briefing — including calls for an inquiry into the murder of James Bulger and (finally) some positive train news.
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