My absolute best friend in childhood was Mr David Hughes but despite our near unbreakable friendship we did sometimes fall out bad style.
It was a lazy day at David Hughes house, sitting in the front lounge of his home, drinking milk and eating biscuits. Now David’s home was semi detached and being Saturday afternoon we could hear next door watching the Football match and being rather vocal to boot.
When I was about 10 my best friend was David Hughes. We were like brothers really spending practically all our spare time together and getting up to all kind of mischief.