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Sex Drugs & Rugby. The early years

For the previous post press here. The Lad from Featherstone was a very confused little boy. Sex part one I am 8 years old, home is a council house, Featherstone, West Yorkshire.   A mining town (5 pits and ‘slag heap’ taller than the Eiffel tower) population of 15, 000, famous for its Rovers Rugby team which had won many honours against the giants of the game.   My father was captain of the team.   These guys were mean. They also took amphetamine, but that’s for later. This particular evening my dad was ‘out’ doing what captains of rugby teams did then, and still do today, drinking and … I was watching telly, my two younger brothers asleep.   My mother, heavily pregnant shouts. ‘Colin, quick, get the phone number from the mantelpiece, go next door (we didn’t have a phone) and call the midwife.   I am going into labour’.   I felt my heart beating in my chest for the first time ever, my knees felt weak and I couldn’t breathe.   I ran found a scrappy piece of paper and ran next d