“Had Day Off. Went to Southampton with Nig. Oh the rain came down in buckets. Dad and me arguing over money”
My memory once again lets me down here.
I have no clue as to why I would have argued with my Dad over money. Perhaps he thought I wasn’t saving enough or spending too much on records or blank tapes? You KNOW that would be red rag to a bull for a teenager.
“Oh the rain came down in buckets” makes me sound like a poet or a songwriter or something.
Apart from the “buckets” part