Game Players of Slaithwaite

Wolf spiders chasing clowns in the heather, rats running in the maze, townboys gaming at the museum, Americans invading Nant Saras. It was like living in an early Spielberg movie one of the classics, Harry Potter and the Temple of Doom or the Mattress perhaps? Not that any of us ever saw ourselves as a hero. It''s a long time since we saw one of those films, even though they play endlessly on the net. Everything is on the net, all the facts and fictions. Like that rubbish about Napoleon, inventing corned beef, the trouble that got us into. What did we know? We were just kids from the academy.