On My Bike

I seem to remember somebody saying many years ago "it's just a phase he's going through" Well here I am all these years on, knocking back the years and knocking back the scotch, I've gone gray in places I used to play but I'm still on two wheels. I was thinking about the “Streets of London”, what can I say about this place? anyone who knows where I'm talking about will now sit back, remember what it was like and smile. The Streets of London was a bikers pub, a cellar bar under the Castle hotel in Tunbridge Wells, dark, damp, the smell of oil, leather & booze. I was 15 when I first started going down the streets and I would be there every weekend for the next 4 or 5 years until it closed (if anyone has any photos let me know) made some great friends there, some of whom are sadly no longer with us, great memories, but I’m still rocking & still bad for good.