farmerbarleymow
I'm Petee's spirit animal
There was a fairly big comp on Churchill Way in the precinct when I lived there, and once closed was left to wrack and ruin like the ones you've posted. Long since demolished though.
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There was a fairly big comp on Churchill Way in the precinct when I lived there, and once closed was left to wrack and ruin like the ones you've posted. Long since demolished though.
farmerbarleymow
I'm Petee's spirit animal
That's the one - I was on the 21st floor, one below the penthouse suite. Got burgled by a right skanky neighbour while I lived there, who I later was told by the police was sent to Strangeways and was from a 'well known' family.
I remember a case of another burglary there, where the half-witted burglar didn't notice there was dust everywhere in the communal areas due to renovation work. The police just followed his footsteps from burgled flat to his front door and nabbed him. Bang to rights!
This all started when the council, in their wisdom, decided to start housing troubled young people in the block. Instant crime wave, and the residents were up in arms about it - quite rightly.
Well run tower blocks are great places to live IMO but if they're not managed properly they can be a nightmare of conflicting lifestyles.
I knew a guy who was a housing officer in Salford & he reckons that one time, the girl who was working on the front desk at the housing office (who was only young and not local) came into the back asking if there was a housing officer called Mr Hughes because there was a lady at the desk who was adamant that Mr Hughes had promised her accomodation. It turned out she was insisting "Youse had better give me a house".
Another sex shop! The pub, now called The Northern, used to be the Kings Arms (I think), and had a reputation as a rough pub. I don't know whether this was justified, as it was OK the one time I went in. The new owners have transformed the place and it is now a nice pub.
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The Kings was always alright, especially if you fancied karaoke on a Tuesday afternoon
I wish there was a way of liking every post in a thread.Thanks for the effort everyone.
Closed Kitchen, Hollinwood Avenue, New Moston.
Moston Lane East, New Moston. There's been a bakery here for generations - Forty or fifty years ago this area was mainly C of E, with very few Catholics and, so I've been told, in those days whoever had this bakery used to do cheese & onion pies on a wednesday or thursday rather than on Friday for no other reason than to spite the few catholics in the area who would've preferred C&O pies on a Friday coz catholics aren't supposed to eat meat on Fridays. And every other bakery in the area used to do their cheese and onions on Fridays.
Chimney by the canal, Wrigley Head, Failsworth.
Heading towards New Moston from Failsworth along the Rochdale canal.
View from the bridge in the previous pic. This bridge is part of a path that links New Moston to Failsworth - The path (and the area around it) used to be known as "the white stuff", as in "Fuck getting a taxi, I'll just walk home over the white stuff." - The reason it was called the white stuff is that, about ten yards to the left of where this pic was taken, is a valley leading down to Moston Brook which, up until the mid 80's when it all got landscaped had no greenery growing in it or anything else except these odd white pebbly things that were some kind of industrial waste that'd been dumped there in the dim and distant.
Houses making the most of backing onto the canal - Chadderton.
Each to their own James lad.
Under the bridge.
Throbbing Angel
this is no longer a place of honour
RE: C&O pies and the White Stuff - it is this kind of detail that makes this thread for me
Nice one Frances
Nice one Frances
Cheers, TA
Boat bellends broke the bridge - This bridge is meant to lift up but these clowns had somehow fucked it - I'd laugh if they were still there now.
Another workplace.
Did Batchy climb along the ledge or reach over the side?
Mill wall.
Fisherman's tails.
The river Irk _ Don't worry about it, the water will break our fall.
If they don't want people swimming, why provide a ladder?
Fishermans tail fallen victim to scepticism.
Geese eating grass thinking they're sheep.
Bridges.
Same bridge.
What's under here that needs to be kept under lock and key?
Nah, let's walk down and fuck them all.
Fairy steps.
Back in the day men and women such as Hoyley must've walked round with paint pots and brushes, writing on things. They still should.
Magnificence.
And in the darkened underpass.. etc etc
Thornham Lane, Slattocks. Yes, there's a place called Slattocks.
Thornham Lane cottaging.
Motorway city, well it aint the same.
Loose cows - I was abit scared, there's no use denying it.
Barn on Thornham Lane.
Silos, trees, cement mixer ...and a big pile of shit.
I've got a brand new etc etc..
Not that social.
Regimented bins in a picturesque alley in Thornham.
farmerbarleymow
I'm Petee's spirit animal
RE: C&O pies and the White Stuff - it is this kind of detail that makes this thread for me
Nice one Frances
Me too - that info about spiting the catholics made me laugh. A nice harmonious community in those days then!
Orang Utan
Psychick Worrier Ov Geyoor
Or a newspaper will steal it.
Or some chancer will start a facebook group without your permission and get a book deal.
So hurry up!
Or some chancer will start a facebook group without your permission and get a book deal.
So hurry up!
farmerbarleymow
I'm Petee's spirit animal
But at least we all own the copyright on our posts on here, although realistically in practice it would be difficult to actually know if someone nicked our stuff for commercial purposes.
Orang Utan
Psychick Worrier Ov Geyoor
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
That last one was a walk. In new boots which ended up being a bit sore. I don't really like Sonic Youth except for the odd song but I found myself singing Dirty Boots to myself but with a "clever" substitution so it was Hurty Boots. Oh how we laughed.
Me too - that info about spiting the catholics made me laugh. A nice harmonious community in those days then!
The suffering of Roman Catholics in suburban North Manchester in the 1950's certainly puts all that Ireland business into perspective.
Corner cafe, Lion Brow, Blackley.
Rooming house, Rochdale Rd, Blackley.
Pub on Rochdale road, Blackley. Looks quite old as well.And for any newsreaders - It's pronounced Blake-ley.
The Milan, Rochdale Rd
Pink limos in Collyhurst - What's the world coming to?
Smithfield detox place - We've all been there. No, I haven't - They said I had to go to rehab, I said no no no. Even though detox and rehab aren't the same thing.
Between Thompson St and Swan St.
Square ended phallus.
Inside some gaffe.
Spot the ball. 
Cross Keys strasse.
Steelgate.Similar threads
