It’s fair to say that, in our corridor, we had quite a mix of lads from different backgrounds with different ideas and view points. One lad, Johnnie, from Eyemouth just above the border, was a rock fanatic, minus the grifter look. He was only 5’1, but his hair spikes were another 5’1 which compensated...and the mackems loved it! Anyway, thanks to his musical interests, he had to have the biggest, most powerful hi-fi in Sunderland. John loved it! Every night he’d be treated to, what appeared to be Limp Biscuit playing live next door. Half way through the first year, his big Panasonic speakers were deemed inadequate (by who???) and so he set out to Currys to purchase a pair of 6 giga-watt Wharfedale speakers, despite the fact he was already rivalling 3rd world debt! The best bit was when he would play clips from Shooting Stars out of his bedroom window across Sunderland! ‘Hold your head up hiiiiiiiiigh!’ and ‘My donkey likes it savoury, he likes his faggots and gravy…’ A classic year!