'Last night I dreamt that I was walking along the edge of the River Irwell with my friend Miranda. It was a summer evening and we were laughing and singing our favourite Billy Connolly songs. Miranda had bought a bag of sherbet lemons and we sucked them hard until the sherbet came shooting out of the ends, leaving a hollow sugar shell behind. There was a row of pebble-dash houses, with a man outside one of them painting his fence with creosote. We stopped for a while to inhale the heady chemical smell, the essence of suburban summers.'**A tale of friendship, of growing up and of falling apart.**'A treat for those who are growing up or whoever managed to do so.' Kitty Wakes, (Steal Softly Thru' Sunshine)**'Oh Manchester, so much to answer for.' Morrissey (The Smiths)ReviewsClassy writing and a lovely relaxed style.'Gareth Davies****Although there are some very light hearted moments in the book, it is a very sad read and I finished reading it with a definite lump in the throat. Highly recommended.'Elaine G (Top 50 Reviewer, Amazon)*****'Delightful.'Boo Radley*****Really really enjoyable...try the book- it's unputdownable'Eva-Nicole*****