We arrive at the skate park a half hour early. I spread out a picnic blanket on artificial grass in a spot which won't bother anyone too popular or leave us too far away to be noticed. Sunshine's stretching his legs, skipping round, taking in newish surroundings. Chunk's decided to hang round too which is a wonder. He's sat a few feet away from us, keeping to himself, picking at his talons.
“Have you decided to start up practising at long last?” I ask on seeing Geordie's brought Toothpick along with him.
“Everyone needs a hobby.” He picks up his guitar and plucks the strings one after the other.
“Want me to try help you tune that?”
Smirking Geordie gives a heavy strum then breaks into a fast paced version of Teenage Dirtbag which sounds much grittier than mine ever did. I head bop to t
