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Croydon. I worked there for a few years in the late 90’s. I wish I had a tenner for every ruck I witnessed on staff nights out,
that'll be all those civil servant types working at Lunar House then?
Croydon. I worked there for a few years in the late 90’s. I wish I had a tenner for every ruck I witnessed on staff nights out,
No idea. I’ve lived in Glasgow, Leeds, Eastbourne, Hastings, Brighton, the Highlands, France and the Netherlands. The greatest amount of brawls and punch ups I witnessed by far were in Eastbourne and Croydon.that'll be all those civil servant types working at Lunar House then?
I went to school in Paisley. I’ll say no more!Glasgow's still mental, it's not at all obvious at times especially with the number of immigrants to the city now and tourists etc but say the wrong thing to the wrong person in the wrong place and you'll regret it.
Per the chainsaw thread, my wife works in Cardonald on Glasgow's Southside, we're talking 1970s level of Glasgow mentalness here and I'm talking about during the day God only knows how bad it is a night.
I live in the leafy suburbs and rarely ever hear any of trouble and if there is it's usually someone arguing about the placement of a wheelie bin but go to Easterhouse or Possil, Penilee or Pollock and you'll see a completely different Glasgow.
They take no prisoners in those sort of places and frankly never have.
As I Glaswegian I know the boundaries, I've not been in the city centre for about four years now but I'm told it's bonkers.
I went to school in Paisley. I’ll say no more!
I remember in the 80’s and 90’s Aberdeen FC’s football hooligans were amongst the most feared.Granite is quite hard, so maybe Aberdeen?
I worked in Manchester 1972-1976 and back then then Manchester was way behind the curve and Cheetham Hill was an abysmal dump. I drove through it on a regular basis and never got out of the car. I lived in Rochdale and my second son was born in an abysmal building called Rochdale Hospital. He was born in a corridor. My wife has moaned at me ever since about placing her in such an awful place.Someone posted in the Music section about Jimmy Somerville coming from Ruchill in Glasgow and what a hard area it was. Just wondered what the hardest area in Britain was? Glasgow must be well up the list.
My Dad grew up in Cheetham Hill (Manchester) in the 50s. He said everyone was dirt poor and many of them were involved in petty crime, especially theft, but it wasn’t that violent. Drugs came in after he left and worse crime and much more violence followed. My Grandma and Uncle lived there into the 80s, in the same house, it was really grim going to visit.
Other than that I had a pretty sheltered up bringing, probably the worst place I’ve been out in is Brambles Farm, Middlesbrough, was out with a local but still couldn’t settle.
Cheers BB
He’s actually now better known for having an overriding interest in a decidedly nefarious activity.I Back in my day the MP was Cyril Smith and how the hell he got elected is one of the mysteries of life. He did absolutely nothing for the area and his only interest was in promoting himself
The awful thing was, it was known about even when he was an MP but he got it buried. Even David Steel was complicit in keeping it quiet because of the LibDems "nice people" image.He’s actually now better known for having an overriding interest in a decidedly nefarious activity.
I worked in Manchester 1972-1976 and back then then Manchester was way behind the curve and Cheetham Hill was an abysmal dump. I drove through it on a regular basis and never got out of the car. I lived in Rochdale and my second son was born in an abysmal building called Rochdale Hospital. He was born in a corridor. My wife has moaned at me ever since about placing her in such an awful place.
I think half the problem with places like Rochdale was lousy Members of Parliament who were just not up to the job. Back in my day the MP was Cyril Smith and how the hell he got elected is one of the mysteries of life. He did absolutely nothing for the area and his only interest was in promoting himself which, in all fairness, he was very good at. He also made a good job of promoting a local abestos making company Turner & Newall which eventually went bust due to litigation. There were many allegations of payola.
After Cyril departed, Rochdale has enjoyed being represented by people no one else would touch with a barge pole, namely Simon Danczuk and George Galloway. So you have to ask the question, why do they do it. With MPs like them, the north has no chance. All of these were fairly elected and took a large chunk of the vote, so they must have been popular.
An interesting school uniform, was that blazer AND trousers?I went to school in Paisley. I’ll say no more!
Yes, quite extraordinary that the famous togs adopted by psychedelic dandies were produced in a town full of bampots and headcases.An interesting school uniform, was that blazer AND trousers?
Try him withI remember from listening to Lenin of the Rovers that the hardest place in Britain is Crunchthorpe, where unemployment has been 103% since the bottom fell out of the excrement trade. The government use the town to store nuclear waste - just outside Freeman, Hardy and Willis.
On the other hand, the hardest place in Britain to pronounce is Letchworth, according to my French pal Christian.
The awful thing was, it was known about even when he was an MP but he got it buried. Even David Steel was complicit in keeping it quiet because of the LibDems "nice people" image.
My “home town” - the first garden city.………..
On the other hand, the hardest place in Britain to pronounce is Letchworth, according to my French pal Christian.
I remember when Frankie Vaughen returned to Easterhouse in the '80s, perhaps on the anniversary of his famous visit to Easterhouse in the '60s. There are some videos of his first visit on YouTube and although I hadn't yet been born, I'm full of admiration for having the guts to come to a place like Easterhouse and have a go at making it a better place to live for all concerned, especially the young guys at the heart of the gang culture. Considering this was long before the advent of internet influences and celebrities who'll show up anywhere when there's a camera rolling - or a smartphone recording - Frankie Vaughen had nothing to gain from his venture. He was simply moved to help because he felt it was the right thing to do. His music isn't my cup of tea, that's for sure. But he's a good guy, no ifs or buts about it. Respect!