Well this takes me back. The Wild Women Of Woodgreen was an affectionate song written about the (mainly) women I worked with in a particular care job that I did for a few years.

It specifically referred to the Christmas staff nights out, which I initially found terrifying. These Campbeltonian women could drink, and it brought out the wildness within. Poor little me, and the odd other poor fella, had to negotiate these nights with care.

In the end though they became kind of fun. But also not particularly healthy. I learned to drink too. A little too much for a period of time. It was kind of cultural here, though a lot less now, as the pubs, sadly I would say, despite the mayhem they are often responsible for causing, are gradually closing. They’re still a vital part of the community in my opinion.

The downside back then among many, was that it became a badge of pride to have an evening out that you couldn’t remember afterwards. That’s not a good look really, and I’m personally glad that those days are well behind me. But, hey, I had a great job with some happy memories. And, to quote the famous line…what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.

Also, there are always songs to be extracted from the debris.