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Pictures of 'old Hulme'

I went there once for a weekend about 20 years ago..it was fucking scary I left early.....There was a pub called the Sir Henry Royce and it was like a twin pub to the Star and Garter in St Pauls/Montpelier,which was my local in Bristol at the time....even the landlords looked alike and both wore giant gold fertility horns round their necks:rolleyes: While I was in the pub this chap climbed on to the pool table and did a flying karate kick and this other chaps head.......

Yup it was grim...couldn't get me head round the shops with the grill fronts and the fact that one could walk on the walkways for 13 miles with out touching the ground!!

But then again I didn't live there...it was a culture shock for me.
 
John Nash for me. Grim, but great! The biggest flat for the least money ever :cool:
 
it was grim alright, i remember playing football one evening when my mate told us that someone had jumped out of one of the windows on charles barry, we ran up to watch some poor woman dying
 
I stayed up there for a weekend about 18 years ago, it was a bit of a shock to this country bumpkin :eek: but I had a bloody great weekend all the same - I particularly liked the spinners arms, big posters up everywhere saying "no drug dealing" and the dealer having his stash hidden in one of the couches :D

I've got very fond memories of that weekend :cool:
 
:) Nice to hear of other people's experiences, even the bad one's make me remember what a unique place and time it was.

Charles Barry for me. Around 1987/8.

The crescents felt like one long festival during Summer, like there was nowhere else like it.
 
you would have loved it then back in the 70ties, it was coming down with weirdos and characters, and all through the summer months it was like a wall of music, with all the diferent sound systems with their speakers on the roofs belting out dub music,

we found out how to open the lift doors, get on top of the lift, and when someone got in we could use the control panel to operate the lift, we used to jerk it up and down and open the doors in between floors
 
Great stuff, reminds me of the Byker Redevelopment by Ralph Erskine - the Byker Wall. Great social-engineering project.
 
Bonsall Street right by the Henry Royce in the early 80s then Wm Kent and Charles Barry for a while. We paid no rent and let someone sleep on the couch who turned out to be an ace shoplifter from Spendwells so we ate okay.

The retail wars were funny with shops knocking out milk for a penny iirc.

Used to drink the Iron Duke quite a bit to get away from other students and almost got my head kicked in at the Royce for beating the captian of the pool team in a game.
 
I was there staying with friends in about '82/3. We went to a pub that sold real ale (I think) that was on the edge of a park and then went back to the crescents and did the rounds of 2 or 3 parties that were just happening
 
twisted said:
We paid no rent

I don't think anyone paid rent in the crescents. :)

I remember a fella known as Mad Dave who always had the keys for loads of flats, he was like the local estate agent :D
 
Part2 said:
I don't think anyone paid rent in the crescents. :)

I remember a fella known as Mad Dave who always had the keys for loads of flats, he was like the local estate agent :D

i dont think anyone paid for anything, i remember a freezer firm called alpine, came around the flats doing some mad deal for a chest freezer full of food, every single person that i knew got one and nobody paid, the firm ended up going bankrupt, my mam sold hers to a butcher once we had emptied it

my mates dad took a big loan out, but the fella doing it only made him sign an agreement that he would make a weekly repayment, not how much, so every week when he came for his money, my mates dad handed him 10p, after a few months of whining and pleading he eventually gave up and they never saw him again
 
wow fuck me sideways oh hulme yes found thoughts come flodding back home at the end i sqauted five places on there and throw a car of the roof at the end party oh what joy we had..
 
All I really remember of Hulme is from going through on the bus into town, "Free Viraj Mendis" graffiti on one of the walkways over the road.
 
Hulme in the good old days
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Ground Elder said:
that's a fascinating thread, even to someone like me, who only knew Hulme through its reputation.

*Makes point to read this evening.

That photo is great. I wonder where the little girl is now.
 
Nikkormat said:
All I really remember of Hulme is from going through on the bus into town, "Free Viraj Mendis" graffiti on one of the walkways over the road.

I might have painted that he was seeking refuge in a church on the estate and there was weekley marches and a load of other stuff going on oh Hulme i loved it..
 
It sounds lovely from the way you've all described it.
I was born in Cheadle Hulme, (no idea if thats anywhere near Hulme)
I dont remember any drug dealers or squats. i think it was more about twitching net curtains and keeping up with the Jones' where we lived.

Bit off topic but my mum's been researching our family tree for years and has just found out that her family used to live in Bramhall Hall. So I guess you could say that at least some of my family come from the other side of the tracks. ;)
 
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