This picture was taken in 1993 when I was at Granada Studio tours in Manchester. I was wearing my favourite white padded jacket. It was co-ordinated with my then fashionable track suit.
Everyone has an item of clothing they love and this jacket was mine.
The following year I went on a day trip to Chester with my friend, and her two daughters. They were similar ages to mine.
We were having a nice day out at The Groves, by the River Dee. A boat trip is always a must and the band stand takes you back to a bygone era when brass bands once entertained the day trippers.
The suspension bridge across the river always rocked when there is a wind and I remember my dad telling me as a boy during the forties, he and his brothers would jump from the bridge into the water and swim. You couldn’t do it now, both for safety reasons and of course the water is too dirty.
We were having a lovely day and the kids enjoyed running around on the cobbles and eating ice cream from the kiosks. We were crossing the road when a car went by with a group of lads in it. They opened their window and shouted at me:
“Hey, it’s Mr Blobby!” It sort of spoiled the day and I never wore the coat again.