Saturday The 14th

I went to a play group during the summer holidays. 

My family isn't/wasn't/never will be rich so a nanny wasn't on hand to bring us Dr. Pepper and Ruffles. It was/is called Three Acres and was run by various 80's Camden, loony left freaks; a bloke called Alan who had short black hair, a tash and wore army fatigues. Alan feels very much like someone who shot an Argy at Goosegreen and NEVER got over it. He was great at mending punctures though. Arthur, who would pull out his false front teeth and scare the kids, and an assorted jamboree of lefty, hairy arm pitted, vest wearing, whale watching/tuna boycotting/free Nelson Mandela types. 
Both men and women.

It was like a Guardianista enclave given the mission of caring for various Chalk Farm and Camden strays to try and stop them getting into playing penny up, glue sniffing and Daily Mail reading.

That's all we had back then comrades.

Of course there was plenty of room to run around, joust using bikes, pile up crash mats and leap from great heights and more "I'll get my dad/cousin/brother/step-dad/mum/carer/probation officer down here to beat you up" threats then you could shake a stick at (non-violently of course). 

And I only seem to remember there only ever being three videos to watch: Grease, Stand By Me and Saturday the 14th. I don't remember much about it but a man gets his arm ripped off by a gorilla. BUY IT TODAY!