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The Valley was fantastic in the early days. We had our own garden and an inside toilet, luxury.
Where Herding's Park is now were open fields. At the edge of Norton Avenue was a copse with two small ponds containing frogs and newts. We spent hours in there wading in our wellies catching and releasing the same creatures time and time again.
Across Norton Avenue, which was single carriageway at the time, was Lightwood Lane, a little bit of the countryside right on your doorstep.
We used to walk to the end of the Lane, then over the fields down to Ford, then walk back up the hill to Ridgeway and then back on White Lane to Gleadless Town End and onwards to home.
Those halcyon days seemed to last forever and it sounds a bit of a cliche now, but they truly were "Happy days."
Bert saw them in May 1976 in Lincoln.Mucky Duck.
Pistols played there in 76 and the Clash supported at their first ever gig. To my eternal shame I was a silly 12 year old and never went.
I think the knowledge that I misssed this magic moment is history is what has made me such a miserable old wanker.
We used to walk to the end of the Lane, then over the fields down to Ford, then walk back up the hill to Ridgeway and then back on White Lane to Gleadless Town End and onwards to home.
Bert saw them in May 1976 in Lincoln.
I was born at Gleadless Town End but moved when I was 7.
I remember playing out on the rec and there always seemed to be a dumped old mini in the woods. I remember the fairs up at the water tower too. Straw underfoot and the smell of candyfloss, hot dogs and diesel.
This is becoming a real nostalgia fest for old farts......
My second house was just round the corner from the Rec
At he right side of this photo is the junction of Norfolk Street and Howard Street. The dour shop on the corner became a "boutique" called Lift Up Your Skirt and Fly in the late 60's.
There’s Redgates, on The Moor.
Are we related? Or did you borrow my mum?With 'Pauldens' on the left at the top of the Moor (now Debenhams). If they didn't have what your mum wanted then you schlepped up to Walshes (became Rackhams then House of Fraser then T J HUghes and now Poundland!) or even Cockaynes. If you were lucky she'd stick you in the ABC saturday morning club while she browsed. If you were unlucky, you had to watch your mum trying on 15 pairs of brown shoes that all looked the same.
Then down to the Sheaf and Castle markets. On no account could all fruit and veg be bought from the same stall. Apples here, potatoes there and 'we're not paying 1/3' for a cauli, the robdogs!'
Town with your mum - how the time just flew by.......
Most people choose to buy a second property in the Dordogne, the Costa del Sol or Tuscany.
Trust you to stay true to your roots and the ale, by buying one in S12.
I thought that nostalgia for old farts was the whole raison d'etre the Old Photos For No Reason sectionI was born at Gleadless Town End but moved when I was 7.
I remember playing out on the rec and there always seemed to be a dumped old mini in the woods. I remember the fairs up at the water tower too. Straw underfoot and the smell of candyfloss, hot dogs and diesel.
This is becoming a real nostalgia fest for old farts......
I was born at Gleadless Town End but moved when I was 7.
I remember playing out on the rec and there always seemed to be a dumped old mini in the woods. I remember the fairs up at the water tower too. Straw underfoot and the smell of candyfloss, hot dogs and diesel.
This is becoming a real nostalgia fest for old farts......
With 'Pauldens' on the left at the top of the Moor (now Debenhams). If they didn't have what your mum wanted then you schlepped up to Walshes (became Rackhams then House of Fraser then T J HUghes and now Poundland!) or even Cockaynes. If you were lucky she'd stick you in the ABC saturday morning club while she browsed. If you were unlucky, you had to watch your mum trying on 15 pairs of brown shoes that all looked the same.
Then down to the Sheaf and Castle markets. On no account could all fruit and veg be bought from the same stall. Apples here, potatoes there and 'we're not paying 1/3' for a cauli, the robdogs!'
Town with your mum - how the time just flew by.......
My dad used to bring home a paper bag full of broken biscuits from Woolies on the Moor every friday night.
I used to get a bag of scraps from Freidricks? pork butchers ont Wicker. I’d stand outside the shop whilst my mum and grandma bought bacon etc for the week and watch out for trains going over the arches.
My dad used to bring home a paper bag full of broken biscuits from Woolies on the Moor every friday night.
By the time I had a saturday job at Tescos they were all in packets so we could really only break one type of biscuit at a time, which wasn't nearly as enjoyable
My dad used to bring home a paper bag full of broken biscuits from Woolies on the Moor every friday night.
By the time I had a saturday job at Tescos they were all in packets so we could really only break one type of biscuit at a time, which wasn't nearly as enjoyable
That pic was taken at Woolies on Haymarket, I understand.
Catch a bus home? BUS? Shank's pony for us every time. Or, if we wanted to express ourselves a bit, we would do a pretend gallop by holding out one hand ( as if holding reins) while simultaneously slapping your arse with the other and and shouting, "Hi ho Silver, away." That always got you home a bit quicker.I grew up just off Gleadless Common when it was a common. They then built the new Central Tech. School on it but when we moved in to our new house it was fields all the way up to Hurlfield schools.
We used to do similar walks down Lightwood Lane and cut across the fields to Ford then catch the 99? bus home.
My kids do that nowCatch a bus home? BUS? Shank's pony for us every time. Or, if we wanted to express ourselves a bit, we would do a pretend gallop by holding out one hand ( as if holding reins) while simultaneously slapping your arse with the other and and shouting, "Hi ho Silver, away." That always got you home a bit quicker.
So do I, but I get some funny looks from the others in the queue when I'm collecting my pension.My kids do that now
Catch a bus home? BUS? Shank's pony for us every time. Or, if we wanted to express ourselves a bit, we would do a pretend gallop by holding out one hand ( as if holding reins) while simultaneously slapping your arse with the other and and shouting, "Hi ho Silver, away." That always got you home a bit quicker.
Thanks again SEB, got this one but not the previous one. I prefer the Xmas one to any others I've seen because with the lights on there is much more detail of the shop it's self. The entrance was somewhat unique with a horseshoe shaped area, open to the public 24/7,the doors being set well back in the bend of the horseshoe. Great on a wet night traversing City Hall/cinemas to Pond St. with a nice girl and a little time to spare or any time for that matter, memories eh.
This ones a cracker too, can see the bloody dress as well
Do you mean they are related? I do believe when Birch' first came to United he billeted with Badger's mum on Newlands Rd/Drive/Grove Sheff12 area.Len Badger looks a bit like Billy Sharp
Just seems to be a resemblanceDo you mean they are related? I do believe when Birch' first came to United he billeted with Badger's mum on Newlands Rd/Drive/Grove Sheff12 area.
Thanks again SEB, got this one but not the previous one. I prefer the Xmas one to any others I've seen because with the lights on there is much more detail of the shop it's self. The entrance was somewhat unique with a horseshoe shaped area, open to the public 24/7,the doors being set well back in the bend of the horseshoe. Great on a wet night traversing City Hall/cinemas to Pond St. with a nice girl and a little time to spare or any time for that matter, memories eh.
My first ever album was bought up on the gallery at Castle Market, I hunted everywhere for that album "Rock 'n' Roll Swindle" it was 1976 (I think), can't remember the record shop name.Mucky Duck.
Pistols played there in 76 and the Clash supported at their first ever gig. To my eternal shame I was a silly 12 year old and never went.
I think the knowledge that I misssed this magic moment is history is what has made me such a miserable old wanker.
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