18 again: I returned to my life in 1983 – to reckless adventures, in a world soaked in alcohol

<p>Sundays were deadly, the generation gap between parents and their kids was enormous, and a pint cost 50p. The frisson of casual violence was everywhere. When I left school and set off to travel, I had no sense at all of where I was going or what I would find</p><p>I am wandering