I could add some colour thanks
If anyone wants a quick read and give some feedback that would be much appreciated. However it's not the finished draft. Thanks in advance
3rd of June 2002
The vibrations of the latest rock and roll track blasting from the radio, descended into the overcrowded streets of Kennersde. This small town was based just outside of Liverpool, and held only 40,000 residents. In this particular street, the chatter of enthusiastic party go-ers muffled the lyrics to the latest song bouncing out of the radio.
The once barren streets, were know chocked full of residents, getting ready for the party of the year! You see; the queens jubilee was a big deal in this small town, if there was a reason for the town too unite and party, then everybody would rally round to make it happen. Especially in this tight nit community, the atmosphere in the air was infectious, as the sun was blazing, bouncing off everybody’s skin.
Nobody cared about smothering them selfs in sun cream of-course, as they were all too bothered about the party being ready for when the kids arrived home from school.
Folk were hanging banners; laying tables, setting the coolers out for the beers, placing a small but proud Union jack flag, at nearly every seat. The streets were transformed, and something only a small community could possibly pull off.
Mothers were handing out bowls of overflowing salt and vinegar crisps. Closely followed by platters of special-buy chocolate and vanilla cup-cakes, while others grabbed the white paper plates and cups, throwing them onto the decorated tables that duplicated down the road.
A cluster of Teenagers sat on the wall outside number six-two; with the radio blasting out the latest, sugar babes song “freak like me”, they danced and sang along merrily. The elder woman would jokingly tell them to simmer down and play some “proper bloody music” as they would chortle and roll their eyes at each other.
This particular scene was set on an estate called Birkcroft., it was full of brick terraced houses. That were built in 1961 when this knew town was created, because of the overspill from Liverpool.
The houses were everywhere, to your left, and to your right. The same looking houses, where all around the estate. With tiny tired front gardens, a small pavement and then within a few steps you were onto the matured stone road, that you have to walk over carefully, too avoid looking like you had just drank twenty cans of larger. Looking in, it was as rough as a dogs bollocks. But to the residents it was home. Everyone knew each other, and of-course each other’s business. On days like today, everybody would join together like one big happy family.
To Birkcroft, today wasn’t just about ‘the queens jubilee’, it was about something much closer to home. Something for over a decade, the residents had been eagerly waiting for.