The Rite of Passage
One of the most exciting days of my teenage life was spent shopping in Manchester. Not in the Trafford Centre or the Arndale (hadn't even been built, never mind built, bombed and re-built), but in a fantastic shop called Hemmings on Deansgate.
I'd spent hours looking through their window and more than a couple of Saturdays surveying helmets, gloves, boots and any number of jackets, leather, PVC, (yikes!) and other stuff. For
