whem my youngest was 14 he kept disappearng for hours and I wanted to know where he went he wouldnt tell me, waited till I saw his pal i the street and said "is Carl still down there" yes said the mate " whats the name of that place again" - the Cherokee cafe he replied, found it down an alley off the High st, went in he was playing a "mean pin ball" and would not turn round friends whispered your mums hear, greasy cafe owner said no trouble pls I drank my cup of tea and as I passed him to leave I gave him a motherly kiss on the cheek - all his so called pals laughed at him & his street cred gone, he never went back.