As teenagers we’d hang out in the park behind my house. We’d go to Netto and load up on very cheap booze and these big boxes of crisps.
One day we found a spade and we started to dig a hole.
Soon enough we started joking that we could bury someone. Somebody mentioned that we could bury Lee Smith from school in it.
Lee Smith was just a mate, like.
For some reason we started taking it really seriously, and every time we were there someone would be slaving away digging this huge hole. Not sure why, other than having the potential to bury Lee Smith, which I’m not sure we were ever really going to do.
Eventually we had a really large hole, and we didn’t know what to do with it.
One day we got there and the council (or some bloody do-gooder) had filled the hole in. Real shame.
To my knowledge, Lee Smith lives on.
One day, Lee.