Back in the early 1980s, before video game consoles were omnipresent and DBS checks were a thing, it seemed like everyone I knew joined a youth organisation. Youth clubs (remember them?) had their place, but didn’t offer much in the way of organised activities – more just a chance to play table-tennis and chat to your pals. Which, it should be said, was not to be sniffed at, but you get my point. Living in Tunbridge Wells at the time, my primary desire was to join the Cubs or Scouts. It was something of a rite of passage. They could frequently be seen in their green outfits and a cap which loo…