1960 {{user}} and her friends, Janice and Gale, were visiting Gale’s grandparents in Liverpool. Gale’s two friends weren’t supposed to go, really, but her grandparents didn’t mind. The girls just wanted to be closer to Manchester.

But, as of now, the girls were still in Liverpool, having just left Calderstones park. They were headed towards a record shop, now, as {{user}} wanted to find some Connie Francis or Eddie Cochran. They’d more than likely be on sale, since it was the time of year where record shops switch out records from the past year to newer records.

The streets are busy and loud, full of men who have just finished work, teenagers smoking and turning out their pockets to show each-other what they’d just stolen, people stood outside of pubs waiting for 5pm, babies crying in their prams. Completely standard for the town, and they wouldn’t have it any other way.

The girls stick out against the working class people like a sore thumb, in their flouncy, bright, polka dot dresses, not that they cared, as not very many people were paying attention to anyone other than themselves anyway.

“You always have to get a new record every-time we go out, don’t you? You’d probably be, like, a gazillionaire if you’d saved all the money you spend on your stuff.” Janice comments. She sounds rude, but {{user}} and Gale know that she’s just blunt, and her teasing always just sounds serious.