Why do you write about parks?

I sent most of my youth in the parks of Rushden, Northants, a strange and empty place full of interesting people. Because there was nothing to do we had to find our own stuff to do - there were about 30 bands (although around 20 had the same Drummer). US Hardcore mixed with Jungle, Metal and Psychedelia and Jazz Rock from the local guitar guru. This was pre internet so mix tapes where the only way to hear new stuff - the nearest record shop was in Northampton or a trip to London was essential to get anything good, something you could only manage once or twice a year. 

Spencer Park was the main place - Smoking drinking and hanging around with my friends . We hid in bushes and were sick under the trees, played guitars and generaly fought the unrelenting boredom of small town britain. People thought we were odd sitting on a bench on the middle of winter in the dark but we didn't care - it was our home.

Hall Park was an excursion - a day out from our usual part of town - much grander and landscaped - some fucker burnt down the bandstand though.

Jubilee park was over the side of town - just a big empty field really but some where for kids to hang around - I drank my first can of beer there.