Old Photos For No Reason Whatsoever

[SouthEssexBlade]

That derelict place inside the fence,is that not where the park/playground was/were?
Sean Thornton will know,hopefully.

Crown alley playground

 

[SouthEssexBlade]

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[corkysbeard]

Crown alley playground

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That's it,cheers SEB...it was 3 tiers,the top tier had a massive slide and that's where we used to play football,15+ aside in the mid 70s and early 80s.

 

[corkysbeard]

Crown alley playground

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We lived on crown place so spent a few years misbehaving in that playground.

 

[Sean Thornton]

That brings back great memories SEB.

I went to St John’s Junior School on School Street till I was 10 years old when we moved to Gleadless. It was a Church of England school tied to St. John’s church nearby, and the best part about it was we had additional holidays compared to other schools for other religious festivals like Ascension day.

I only lived 5 minuted walk away and I could hear the roar of the crowd from the Lane from where I lived as well as Hyde Park dogs. They both seemed like magical places back then. Happy daze!

I went to St Johns School Street. When were you there?

 

[Bartleby]

Anyway and back on topic, today I was looking for some pics. of the old Minerva on Charles Street,

that the one where mccluskey's apocalypse used to play on friday nights?

 

[Sean Thornton]

Crown alley playground

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The treacherous slide was to the right, out of the picture. One day, slow drift down, next, like being shot from a cannon resulting in grazes snot and tears.

 

[Sean Thornton]

that the one where mccluskey's apocalypse used to play on friday nights?

Minerva was a place for working girls.

 

[Numpty's Dusty Ruts.]

These old pics of Sheffield in the 60's, 70's and even 80's often make me think of those stupid TV "history" programmes where by the 60's "everybody" was a hippy with a colour telly, holidaying in Benidorm and eating fondue, by the 70's "everybody" was on strike yet able to afford a Ford Capri 3 litre and eat 3 times a week at that "little trattoria on the corner" and all that bollocks! The pictures and stories on this thread give a much better, more accurate, and funnier record of real life in the North than some made-up crap devised by somebody born in Surrey in 1992! Keep the real stuff coming!

 

[Bartleby]

Minerva was a place for working girls.

Wouldn't have noticed that tbh, just used to go to listen to the band with my mates and our girlfriends.

 

[Sean Thornton]

Wouldn't have noticed that tbh, just used to go to listen to the band with my mates and our girlfriends.

Mean they used to relax after/before a shift in there.

 

[Sean Thornton]

These old pics of Sheffield in the 60's, 70's and even 80's often make me think of those stupid TV "history" programmes where by the 60's "everybody" was a hippy with a colour telly, holidaying in Benidorm and eating fondue, by the 70's "everybody" was on strike yet able to afford a Ford Capri 3 litre and eat 3 times a week at that "little trattoria on the corner" and all that bollocks! The pictures and stories on this thread give a much better, more accurate, and funnier record of real life in the North than some made-up crap devised by somebody born in Surrey in 1992! Keep the real stuff coming!

It's like when someone from a sixties sitcom dies and some z list 25 year old"comedian" comes on to tell you what the deceased comedy "strengths" were. Fuck off. You weren't even born and no one knows who you are.

 

[Bartleby]

Mean they used to relax after/before a shift in there.

Oh ok. Probably would have been even less likely to notice them doing that.

 

[Sean Thornton]

Oh ok. Probably would have been even less likely to notice them doing that.

I'm talking early seventies when we were cheeky kids trying to look "cool" It just used to cost us the odd barley wine while they put up with us.

 

[Bartleby]

I'm talking early seventies when we were cheeky kids trying to look "cool" It just used to cost us the odd barley wine while they put up with us.

yeah I'm talking 73-74 ish as well. Must have been a bit naive as I can't say I ever noticed them in there. Was pretty much always out in a gang and with girlfriends etc though.

Gold Label Barley wine eh, you must have been made of money

 

[S64 Blade]

That reminds me actually.

There's a photography exhibition about Park Hill and Hyde Park flats from 60's to 80's on at S1 Artspace (in Park Hill I believe). Been there since July and I had no idea. Finishes on Saturday so last chance to see it. Finishing work early and heading down on Friday myself (shuts at 5pm on weekdays).

https://ourfaveplaces.co.uk/whats-on/love-among-the-ruins-a-romance-of-the-near-future/

Would recommend going to anyone who hasn't been.

 

[I should coco]

One day, slow drift down, next, like being shot from a cannon resulting in grazes snot and tears.

A very appropriate metaphor for most of the time I've spent supporting United.

No mention of joy or fun, just slow drifting misery or full on painful snotty misery.

Was there a 'swing of joy' to compare to CW's current period?

 

[grafikhaus]

Minerva was a place for working girls.

Like every city centre boozer, right up to present times.

 

[Sheene7]

Incredible, isn't it? On 9th September 1967 (a mere 51 years ago...) I was stood on our kop for a match in the top flight to see us lose 2-4 to Arsenal. John Harris was our manager and our team included Hodgy, Badger, Jones, Birchenall, Reece and Bill Punton. Even so, we were a poor side (relegated that season, on the last day). The crowd? 14,939. Message to our young(er) fans? Enjoy these good times.

Anyway and back on topic, today I was looking for some pics. of the old Minerva on Charles Street, which became Bar Rio and then The Yorkshire Grey (now demolished to make make for Barclay's battery-hen centre) and I came across this cracking thread which deserves revival.

Old United Pubs.

Happy memories of the Minerva. Remember getting done there for under age drinking in 1977. I was at the bar, standing on tip toes to appear taller and in a voice not yet fully broken, asked for a pint. As I was about to take a gulp I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice asked "How old are you son?" There followed an unannounced and embarrasing home visit from plod then an equally embarrasing warning at Snig Hill in the presence of my dad. Happy days.

 

[GrayBlade]

I went to St Johns School Street. When were you there?

Small world. Around 55-60. My sisters went there as well but they were older than me and left before I started. One of them was Barbara Wragg who died recently.

 

[Bob Socks]

that the one where mccluskey's apocalypse used to play on friday nights?

Once saw Mccluskey's singer take a swig of petrol, blow it out, light it and set a lads hair on fire, Friday night in the Minerva 70/71.

 

[Sean Thornton]

Small world. Around 55-60. My sisters went there as well but they were older than me and left before I started. One of them was Barbara Wragg who died recently.

Before me, going as you left.

 

[GrayBlade]

Before me, going as you left.

I assume Mr Blake and Miss Tate were still there? What an old battle axe she was!

We’re you still there when it closed then?

 

[Sean Thornton]

I assume Mr Blake and Miss Tate were still there? What an old battle axe she was!

We’re you still there when it closed then?

Both of them. And MrsVaughan. Mr Smith was the head. No, l left before it moved.

Miss Tate tortured us for a couple of terms before she retired. Handed over the bitch reins to Mrs Wilde who was more at home bullying six year olds rather than the 8/9 's Miss Tate terrorised. Both replaced by nice female teachers. Mr Blake went a year or so after.

Complete change of all staff before I left. Mainly young teachers.

Male staff were called "Man" as in Man Blake the ladies "Lass" as in Lass Dodsworth, assumed by all us worldly wise under 11's as Man Martin - the heads - "girlfriend" Fast cat was the phrase used by parents. She did spend a lot of time in his office.

Oldest surviving school in the City before it closed. 1798 or something.

 

[snootyfenooty]

yeah I'm talking 73-74 ish as well. Must have been a bit naive as I can't say I ever noticed them in there. Was pretty much always out in a gang and with girlfriends etc though.

Gold Label Barley wine eh, you must have been made of money

Cheap way of getting pissed, you didn't need many, 8% was it? It was ruined when production shifted to Bristol, the watter was different and it never tasted the same again.

 

[Bladeloyal]

Cheap way of getting pissed, you didn't need many, 8% was it? It was ruined when production shifted to Bristol, the watter was different and it never tasted the same again.

Gold label ,on draught in the lady's bridge ,think it was the only place in england to have it on tap ,would only serve half's

 

[Bartleby]

Cheap way of getting pissed, you didn't need many, 8% was it? It was ruined when production shifted to Bristol, the watter was different and it never tasted the same again.

Tasted vile on it's own but sometimes used to top up a pint with one when it was getting near to closing time.

 

[sitwell]

Tasted vile on it's own but sometimes used to top up a pint with one when it was getting near to closing time.

I quite liked it , Buckfast has sort of taken its place these days.

 

[GrayBlade]

Both of them. And MrsVaughan. Mr Smith was the head. No, l left before it moved.

Miss Tate tortured us for a couple of terms before she retired. Handed over the bitch reins to Mrs Wilde who was more at home bullying six year olds rather than the 8/9 's Miss Tate terrorised. Both replaced by nice female teachers. Mr Blake went a year or so after.

Complete change of all staff before I left. Mainly young teachers.

Male staff were called "Man" as in Man Blake the ladies "Lass" as in Lass Dodsworth, assumed by all us worldly wise under 11's as Man Martin - the heads - "girlfriend" Fast cat was the phrase used by parents. She did spend a lot of time in his office.

Oldest surviving school in the City before it closed. 1798 or something.

That’s right mate it was. You might have already seen them but here’s a few more pictures of the school. It’s from a search so they’re not all SJ but there’s a good few in the 80+ results

http://www.picturesheffield.com/frontend.php?searchterms=St.+John’s+school&action=search&keywords=all;CONTAINS;%St%;AND;all;CONTAINS;%Johns%;AND;all;CONTAINS;%school%;

 

[Canterbury Blade]

That's funny, I was listening to PMQs as I read your post grafikhaus?

Anyway, one of the problems at Doncaster is that the local authority is run by the *Chief Executive and her officers virtually without any input from elected councillors, including at the moment her meek lapdog, our elected Mayor.

The councillors merely turn up once a fortnight and listen to what she's done since the last meeting.

So dissolving local councils could not be interpreted as anti-democratic in the least.

Further, our MPs seem to think that the councillors DO run their local council, so much so that David Milliband won't meet me and my colleagues in a particular 'pressure group' .... he thinks that because we are at odds with the council, that it reflects badly on Labour .... but if he only knew how little the Labour Party has to do in fact with running Doncaster, he'd be under no such impression.
Thing is though, because it's an ultra-safe Labour seat, he has just been helicoptered in and hasn't a clue about the local situation.



*the Chief Exec. is a salaried job, Jo Miller never had to get elected to the role. By 'officers', I mean similarly unelected salary men and women who run the departments (all badly because they are thick) .... the clever ones went down south.

I was driven to try to speak out at a local Council meeting in Canterbury. I’ve lived here for 25 years and thought you could bowl up and have your voice heard. I was not allowed as I hadn’t registered by midday to speak and even if I had registered, would only have been given 3 minutes to air my views. I was astounded and when I did pipe up the Chair said disregard that unregistered view to his committee.

The spectre of Putin in local politics.... I was wanting to speak up about an issue with beach huts and the charging of the elderly and now I fear every time I turn my door handle.... too many snouts in the trough..