A typical night in 13 Hylton Rd was not complete without the customary bonfire on the communal green behind the terraces. Something was wrong if the air smelled clean, if the air lacked the smell of smouldering Pirelli P Zero’s or that of a molten Tesco trolley. Most night’s the usual bad boys of Sunderland would be setting fire to something right outside the back of our house, and every time the boys in blue just loved parking up 2 feet from the back of our house having the sirens blasting and flashing lights disturbing the peace!