Saviem, you’ve mirrored my wasted (but youthfully optimistic) teenage years perfectly, apart from the trusty steed of those far-off days being, in my case, an ex-GPO BSA Bantam and the culminating “off” being more to do with the wet cow muck on the lane than a lack of sobriety on the part of the budding John Surtees. That’s my story, anyway!
I seem to recall that the dry cleaning bill for my one and only suit took up about half of the following week’s apprentice-rate wages.
I wouldn’t have missed those days for anything!