There is a green-grey Morris Minor heading for a breakdown just outside Southampton, trundling from Stone Cross to Paradise Drive via the seafront. Two boys, two girls. The music fills the car.
Behind the car, the School Bus. Upstairs, at the front. A Grammar School boy ponders The Jam/Ramones, Ramones/The Jam. A yellow and green Max Records back on his lap.
He looks beyond the immediate.
The English Channel stretches left to right (as it always has done), lapping softly against the bloodied shingle.
Despite the best will in the world. This ain’t no Rockaway Beach.
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