‘We still feel we’re just numbers, It’s time we’re seen as people’

BOYS number 117 and 146 hadn’t been in touch for over 40 years but when they spotted each other in the crowd, they were instantly back in the childhoods they had tried hard to forget.

“Remember the day you took my piece of bread – an oul’ bit of heel – and I had nothing for breakfast?” 117 ribbed his old pal.

“I remember the day you got the terrible beating from Brother...” 146 replied. “You were black from it. I thought he’d killed you.”