I'd missed out meeting up with Richy over the weekend, so the next day I took the opportunity to make a return trip to Liverpool to meet and catch up.



Richy and I first met after I scored the winning penalty to beat his football team 1-0. There were arguments between both sets of supporters over the validity of the penalty, particularly between our two fathers.

Needless to say, this continued on to Richy and I, who fought the battle during the first few days of our St. Bede's careers. "Your dad's so old he looks like your grandad!" he'd shout. "Yeah, well your dad's so scruffy...Your dad so scruffy he looks like a binman...!"



That was 13 years a go and we've been great friends ever since, traveling to France, Magaluf, Tenerife and even a place called Borth in Wales together.



We also completed our A-levels at KGV College together but have never actually resolved who got the better grades I dont think, have we Richy...? ha ha

Continued... The Spirit of Gardening...