Got off the bus on Bootham, at the top of Bootham Cresent. Went into the little newsagent on the corner of Bootham Cresent and Bootham. It still had that only two school children at a time notice for a few years back.
As I was looking to buy some sweets, I heard a load of noise coming from down Bootham. I came out of the shop and looked along the road to see a load of england hoolies coming this way. The shop keeper decided that it was time to batteb down the hatches, and ushered those in the surrounding area inside his shop.
To late though. One particularly fat hoolie slammed a dustbin through the front window, and a few others forced the front door open. I, being the coward I am, ran behind the counter at the other end of the shop, and into the open doored little cupboard/stair well behind it.
As I kid when I had visited this show in real life I am sure this was a stairwell. Not in dreamworld. It was a cupboard. Arse.
I clamboured onto the top shelf (it was quite a roomy cupboard). A burberry clad hoolie came in and started trashing the cupboard, and then saw me, and grabbed my leg and hauled me down.
Fearing a beating, I was plesantly surprised when he said, ‘you support Liverpool don’t you? Great team they were when I was a lad.’ I asked him who he supported. ‘Millwall’, he replied (big surprise there), and he showed me his Miw-waw tatoos on his arm. He then left me to join the lads at the front kicking the shit out of the crunchy point of sale.
Kok Tack Cheung had now appeared at my side, and we went back into the cupboard to get out of the way, as there was bits of shelves and liqourice allsorts flying everywhere. Once we were inside, the hoolies noticed that we had disappeared and started tearing up what was left of the shop looking for us.
Quickly Kok Tack and I managed to find a hidden doorway to the right of the cupboard entrance. We clamboured in, and shutting the door just as the first peak of a burberry cap appeared through the cupboard entrance.
We were now in some sort of ye olde worlde fire lit corridor. We followed it to the end, down some stairs, through another few corridors until we found a rooom with a spindle in it, and then through one of two exits corridors. This in turn lead to another few corridors, til at last one with light at the end.
As we approached the end of this tunnel, it got really narrow, and low. The end was a grill plate, and outside we could see the hub caps of cars. and pavement. We pulled the grill plate off and crawled out. We were on Bootham Cresent, about 15 doors down from the newsie.
Next thing I know Heather is coming out of the flat door next to the grill plate. Someone walking down the street asks me why she is coming out of their flat. I then proceed to recount to them the story of how Kok Tack and I had escaped the hoolies at the top of the road, via this secret passage.
For some reason this secret passage now lead to their front door, and Heather had just come through it from the newsie, hence why she appeared to be coming out of their flat.