It was 1978,I was living in Redcar in Cleveland. I was 17 years old and staying in a B&B with my pal Maggie. We had decided to leave Shettleston for work and just a break really and ended up in a small seaside town in North Yorkshire. Both of us were missing our family and desperately skint.
My mum had got a new boyfriend called Peter (he was just out of prison) and he was displaying some very peculiar violent behaviour and was extremely passive/aggressive towards me, he scared me. So I left Glasgow.