I remember when every chap wanted a Burberry cap, and every bird a Paulus Batik bag.
When half the estate looked like they stepped out of Green Street or Football Factory.
When getting a new pair of trainers felt better than Christmas.
When a Samsung D500 in your pocket made you feel like you'd made it.
I miss MSN man after school, signing in and seeing who's online, and putting song lyrics in your names hoping that one bird would notice.
I miss Channel U in the morning, NW before they was famous.
Sneak bow, roll deep, tiny temper.
I miss recording Cypher videos on our phones man.
Everyone thinking they could spit bars.
And I miss the old Pirates as well, Charge FM 90.8.
Oh on Bluetooth, they were the days bro.
Sending tunes across the classroom and teachers thinking they were one step ahead of us.
When really they didn't even have a clue.
I miss when we'd spend the whole day outside just walking from estate to estate talking rubbish.
And everyone taking a piss out of each other.