Anthony McIntyre recalls a night forty years ago which saw the life of a teenager violently snatched away from him.
It was the summer of 1975, unlike this season a warm one as far as I remember, perhaps a harbinger of the long hot summer that was to fall upon us the following year. In Magilligan at the time, I was looking forward to November, rain or not, as Guns ‘N Roses would later musically immortalise the month. It would bring my release, just over two months away.