A memory a day - 39 - Jangling and Dangling

Around 16 a friend and I would climb up the ladder on the back of St Andrews Hall in Norwich and wobble around on the roof ending up leaning over the edge watching the world beneath go by and all the goths hanging out outside what was the Red Lion (now the doghouse). It gives me palpitations just thinking about it! Particularly as we probably would be sharing a bottle of cider up there teetering over the edge of a 100ft drop. Urghh. We would also of course have at least 25 bracelets on each arm as this was de riguer for the minigothlets that we were at the time, jingle jangle!