Bah. When I was young and everything was made of wood.... Kincorth isn't that bad. It's nowhere near as bad as it was when I grew up there, in the mid eighties. The worst you get now is a bunch of scabby neds trying to stop you going into the Coop or spitting at you when you come out of Spar. Then, you got mad folk murdering peoples parents in the local. We used to run riot up the Gramps for hours. There was a local 'prowler' who followed the kids around. He was called Peter. In those days, your parents didn't have a protest march and brick his windows and phone News of the World about such things. If we saw him following us we would turn round yelling 'PETER THE PROWLER! PETER THE PROWLER!' and chase him. He wasn't a very efficient paedo. No one ever looked for us in helicopters, adn we'd have got a skelped lug instead of a cuddle, for causing all that trouble.