Kids with fat faces in shoes without laces, adults in track suits with tangerine faces, old folks with scooters ride fast as they can, these are the things that make Ashghanistan!
Flat caps on youngsters dressed up in their Lycra, cruising the streets in their red Nissan micra, fawning at girls for the school bus they wait, these are the scenes from the Woodhorn estate!
Taxis and busses and motorbike hoodies, trawl up the Main Street all looking for goodies, old folk and pushchairs and Barclays and lloyds, these are the things that I try to avoid!
When the kids scream, when the guns bang when I’m feeling mad! I just think back to my days in the sand and then I don’t feeeeeel soooo sad!