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Was this just a round-about way of polling "from which end do you approach Bramall Lane"?

PS I know what the OP is talking about
 

I remember once, many years ago, that petrol station was the only place open 24 hrs. At about 4am I decided that I wanted some one-handed reading material and took a stroll down there. The doors were locked and you could only order through the window, and there was a woman working there. I had to name which specific jazz journals I desired and she had to go and look for them on the top shelf, then pass them through the slot. While she was looking for them someone showed up to pay for petrol.

Thankfully, Internet porn has made such nocturnal errands a thing of the past.
 
I remember once, many years ago, that petrol station was the only place open 24 hrs. At about 4am I decided that I wanted some one-handed reading material and took a stroll down there. The doors were locked and you could only order through the window, and there was a woman working there. I had to name which specific jazz journals I desired and she had to go and look for them on the top shelf, then pass them through the slot. While she was looking for them someone showed up to pay for petrol.

Thankfully, Internet porn has made such nocturnal errands a thing of the past.

You should have just crouched down behind a pump and knocked one out over the cashier.
 
I remember once, many years ago, that petrol station was the only place open 24 hrs. At about 4am I decided that I wanted some one-handed reading material and took a stroll down there. The doors were locked and you could only order through the window, and there was a woman working there. I had to name which specific jazz journals I desired and she had to go and look for them on the top shelf, then pass them through the slot. While she was looking for them someone showed up to pay for petrol.

Thankfully, Internet porn has made such nocturnal errands a thing of the past.

"can I have a ginsters pasty, two twixes, erm.. A can of diet Pepsi, some L plates and a copy of chunky Asian housewives please"

"Oh and some mansize tissues"
 
"can I have a ginsters pasty, two twixes, erm.. A can of diet Pepsi, some L plates and a copy of chunky Asian housewives please"

"Oh and some mansize tissues"

Mansize.....do you know Dkc personally Radio?
 
That's a great film concept. Dated quite badly though.

Those helicopters were very sinister

I think it's held up better than most 70s conspiracy thrillers by virtue of the fact it takes itself less seriously.
 
Ahha - the old Beckton site - worked for a company that did a lot of land remediation on the that site - it was massive from memory - 12 (ish) years ago if my memory serves me well.

What did it become? Housing I presume?

UTB

Not become much of owt really. The Tate & Lyle building still stands vast and alone in a big empty space.
 
Apropos petrol stations, when my dad was a kid he saw Diana Dors at a gala opening of a petrol station in Sheffield.
 
When she was a kid my sister once saw Jimmy Savile at a petrol station in Barnsley.
 
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I'm quite a fan of the pay at pump units. Must say though I find it irritating when you go through the whole process and it has run out of paper to print a receipt so you have to go queue up anyway.then your in the line next to all the must have sweets, crisps chocolate etc. Then while you are there you thin, might as well get a jet wash token. Now, don't get me onto the pros and cons of a jet wash vs the old roller washers. Mind, you while we are at it the BP at Lane top installed a laser washer, worked with a micro jet system under high pressure to strip the dirt on the way down then ditto with air on the way up drying the motor off. Don't think it lasted long. Anyhoo, back to the forecourt, paper towel dispensers and protective gloves for preventing the smell of diesel on your hands, wow, that pen and inks when you get back in! Anyone noticed the number of service stations now selling lighting fuel, briquette and kindling sticks? What's that all abart? Signs warning of the dangers of causing an explosion by using a mobile then they provide enough pyro consumables to blow the station of the maps. And those friggin Perspex newspaper boxes with the headlines trying to get your attention, bloody doom and gloom box I calls it. Ever tried to get a paper out, wallet in one hand trying to hold lid up and grab a paper without said box trying to chop your hand off as you withdraw, Christ who designed them. And just as you start to fill up it won't pump and some ill spoken 17 year old kid comes on the tanoy and shouts something at you that everyone else understands but you can't hear what he said while they all stare at you as they fill up to see if you carry out the inaudiable commands. Then theirs the bloody air and water pump, what? Air used to be fuckin free last time I checked, now it's 20p and you have to be equivalent to an F1 pit stop technician to get to all 4 tyres in time and the hose never reaches the last bloody tyre furthest from the pump, AND they put drain grates near the pump so your bloody dust caps roll down the little squares designed to just swallow up

If it has run out of paper go to another pump and get it printed out there.

Saddest thing I know :(
 
Bloody hell, ran out of time, 10 minutes flew by and I was just getting started, oh well, what else can we all talk about? This is far more interesting than one of Clough's tactical games like last Tuesday, nowt to discuss there that's near as interesting as a change to the petrol station next to the ground.

Who remembers the petrol station on Pond Street that had topless girls serving the petrol?
 
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Aye, fair point. I had to get the DLR to London City Airport recently, it's like summat from Mad Max as you get down by there.
Stayed at the travel lodge at the end of the runway when we went to see Bon Jovi at the 02 it looked a bit rough walking down that road to the hotel in daylight so we decided we would get a taxi back after the concert ................. big mistake, the airport closes at 8.00pm and the hordes of taxi's disappear. Getting off the DLR we spotted a group of lasses stood at the exit shitting bricks nobody dare walk down the road to the hotel until there was about 30 of us and even then we were wary, not a nice housing estate at all that one.
 
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"can I have a ginsters pasty, two twixes, erm.. A can of diet Pepsi, some L plates and a copy of chunky Asian housewives please"

"Oh and some mansize tissues"
"Oh and err...what time do you knock off? Fancy a pint? No, neither do I."
 
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If it has run out of paper go to another pump and get it printed out there.

Saddest thing I know :(

I remember the roller type car washes with dread. A mate put his new car through one, only to discover that some low life had tied nuts, bolts and metal to the rollers.

The damage caused was horendous.
 
I remember the roller type car washes with dread. A mate put his new car through one, only to discover that some low life had tied nuts, bolts and metal to the rollers.

The damage caused was horendous.

What's more chickenshit than fucking with a man's automobile? I mean, don't fuck with another man's vehicle.
 
Now I have seen it.

Does McCabe hold the freehold to that then?
 
Where will sheffields taxi drivers fill up now then? They allus us that bp station as a place to bung another £3 onto a fare back to Chezzy...

"GotAh fuel up for da jurnay innit mate..."

It's fucking Chesterfield not the moon!

Meight well as be fella - a bit like sarf of the river!
 
Just trying to pump some energy back into the thread because it ran out of gas.
 
Did I mention the petrol station that Bruce Forsyth used to own in Edmonton?
 

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