NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:
Is that little picturesque village twinned with Chernobyl.
No , Blakenall is twinned with Le Amore............which must be somewhere in France .
NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:
Is that little picturesque village twinned with Chernobyl.
Kevlar wrote:NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:
Is that little picturesque village twinned with Chernobyl.
No , Blakenall is twinned with Le Amore............which must be somewhere in France .
swampysaddler wrote:Kevlar wrote:NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:
Is that little picturesque village twinned with Chernobyl.
No , Blakenall is twinned with Le Amore............which must be somewhere in France .
I will have you know I was born and bred in Blakenall !
Born on Mersey Road and spent most my youth on Barracks Lane
It is "Picturesque" if you get rid of the "Tat Wagons".
swampysaddler wrote:Kevlar wrote:NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:
Is that little picturesque village twinned with Chernobyl.
No , Blakenall is twinned with Le Amore............which must be somewhere in France .
I will have you know I was born and bred in Blakenall !
Born on Mersey Road and spent most my youth on Barracks Lane
It is "Picturesque" if you get rid of the "Tat Wagons".
NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:I was raised in Goscote. Kids there used to dream of living in Blakenall, and leafy Broadstone Avenue was another world.
NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:swampysaddler wrote:Kevlar wrote:NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:
Is that little picturesque village twinned with Chernobyl.
No , Blakenall is twinned with Le Amore............which must be somewhere in France .
I will have you know I was born and bred in Blakenall !
Born on Mersey Road and spent most my youth on Barracks Lane
It is "Picturesque" if you get rid of the "Tat Wagons".
I was raised in Goscote kids there used to dream of living in Blakenall,and leafy Broadstone avenue was another world.
NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:swampysaddler wrote:Kevlar wrote:NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:
Is that little picturesque village twinned with Chernobyl.
No , Blakenall is twinned with Le Amore............which must be somewhere in France .
I will have you know I was born and bred in Blakenall !
Born on Mersey Road and spent most my youth on Barracks Lane
It is "Picturesque" if you get rid of the "Tat Wagons".
I was raised in Goscote kids there used to dream of living in Blakenall,and leafy Broadstone avenue was another world.
shrewsbury saddler wrote:NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:swampysaddler wrote:Kevlar wrote:NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:
Is that little picturesque village twinned with Chernobyl.
No , Blakenall is twinned with Le Amore............which must be somewhere in France .
I will have you know I was born and bred in Blakenall !
Born on Mersey Road and spent most my youth on Barracks Lane
It is "Picturesque" if you get rid of the "Tat Wagons".
I was raised in Goscote kids there used to dream of living in Blakenall,and leafy Broadstone avenue was another world.
At least one of you two must have gone to Green Rock.
swampysaddler wrote:I did for 2 years but we then moved to Guild Avenue so I moved to Sunshine (Blakenall Heath School).
Pedagogue wrote:swampysaddler wrote:I did for 2 years but we then moved to Guild Avenue so I moved to Sunshine (Blakenall Heath School).
My Alma Mater!
So we have something in common, swampy!!! :D
swampysaddler wrote:Pedagogue wrote:swampysaddler wrote:I did for 2 years but we then moved to Guild Avenue so I moved to Sunshine (Blakenall Heath School).
My Alma Mater!
So we have something in common, swampy!!! :D
Miss Evans was my teacher for a couple of years then I moved onto Mrs Walker (old bag). Tied me to the chair because I was asking a mate for a pencil sharpener.
good on ya swampster. My mom was born on walker road and my gran worked at the Royal Oak. I could often be seen sitting outside with my Vimeo and crisps,watching the gypo's fly through the windows on a Friday and Saturday night :mrgreen:swampysaddler wrote:Kevlar wrote:NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:
Is that little picturesque village twinned with Chernobyl.
No , Blakenall is twinned with Le Amore............which must be somewhere in France .
I will have you know I was born and bred in Blakenall !
Born on Mersey Road and spent most my youth on Barracks Lane
It is "Picturesque" if you get rid of the "Tat Wagons".
to bloody true AM, after my mom met my dad they moved to the upmarket village of clayhanger, and I was luck enough to frequent ogly hay junior school,with the most sadistic teachers in the midlands, I had board rubbers bounced of my head and my fingers stapled, I then progressed to brownills comp where I had a filing cabinet thrown at me, I was eventually expelled for hiting my geography teacher, that lasted a week and it was back to normal. Imagine if that happened today? It would end up in court or the sun newspaper :roll:Ancient Moaner wrote:swampysaddler wrote:Pedagogue wrote:swampysaddler wrote:I did for 2 years but we then moved to Guild Avenue so I moved to Sunshine (Blakenall Heath School).
My Alma Mater!
So we have something in common, swampy!!! :D
Miss Evans was my teacher for a couple of years then I moved onto Mrs Walker (old bag). Tied me to the chair because I was asking a mate for a pencil sharpener.
You were lucky, in our days we had it tough! :mrgreen: :wink: Think I've mentioned it before, but our gym master, right barsteward, (who thrashed my backside until it bled cus I couldn't throw myself over the gym bars), put a first year in hospital for writing in the dust on the boot of his car! And this was Wolves Tech Grammar school!
You try telling that to the kids of today, and they won't believe you! :lol: :lol: These days teachers are not allowed to put a plaster on a pupil cus it's deemed as assault! It's ridiculous, little wonder kids come away from schools with no respect, who have they got to be afraid of?
chunkster wrote:to bloody true AM, after my mom met my dad they moved to the upmarket village of clayhanger, and I was luck enough to frequent ogly hay junior school,with the most sadistic teachers in the midlands, I had board rubbers bounced of my head and my fingers stapled, I then progressed to brownills comp where I had a filing cabinet thrown at me, I was eventually expelled for hiting my geography teacher, that lasted a week and it was back to normal. Imagine if that happened today? It would end up in court or the sun newspaper :roll:Ancient Moaner wrote:swampysaddler wrote:Pedagogue wrote:swampysaddler wrote:I did for 2 years but we then moved to Guild Avenue so I moved to Sunshine (Blakenall Heath School).
My Alma Mater!
So we have something in common, swampy!!! :D
Miss Evans was my teacher for a couple of years then I moved onto Mrs Walker (old bag). Tied me to the chair because I was asking a mate for a pencil sharpener.
You were lucky, in our days we had it tough! :mrgreen: :wink: Think I've mentioned it before, but our gym master, right barsteward, (who thrashed my backside until it bled cus I couldn't throw myself over the gym bars), put a first year in hospital for writing in the dust on the boot of his car! And this was Wolves Tech Grammar school!
You try telling that to the kids of today, and they won't believe you! :lol: :lol: These days teachers are not allowed to put a plaster on a pupil cus it's deemed as assault! It's ridiculous, little wonder kids come away from schools with no respect, who have they got to be afraid of?
Pedagogue wrote:Ah, the Dolphin! For 21 years, I lived in Hardy Road, right opposite that pub. Goscote holds such wonderful memories with its pleasant pastoral charm particularly when conjoined with its peaceful neighbours from the Poets' Corner Estate in Harden. :lol: :lol:
NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:Pedagogue wrote:Ah, the Dolphin! For 21 years, I lived in Hardy Road, right opposite that pub. Goscote holds such wonderful memories with its pleasant pastoral charm particularly when conjoined with its peaceful neighbours from the Poets' Corner Estate in Harden. :lol: :lol:
sos wall never served a pikey.
NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:I can remember a few skirmishes with pikey lads in Well lane chip shop as they thought it was normal behaviour to touch our girlfriends up in the queue.I could run a bit then.
swampysaddler wrote:I was having a piss in the phone box ...
chunkster wrote: upmarket village of clayhanger:
NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:Pedagogue wrote:Ah, the Dolphin! For 21 years, I lived in Hardy Road, right opposite that pub. Goscote holds such wonderful memories with its pleasant pastoral charm particularly when conjoined with its peaceful neighbours from the Poets' Corner Estate in Harden. :lol: :lol:
sos wall never served a pikey.
DonningtonSaddler wrote:NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:Pedagogue wrote:Ah, the Dolphin! For 21 years, I lived in Hardy Road, right opposite that pub. Goscote holds such wonderful memories with its pleasant pastoral charm particularly when conjoined with its peaceful neighbours from the Poets' Corner Estate in Harden. :lol: :lol:
sos wall never served a pikey.
I went to Manor Farm and there was a guy in our year called Sos Wall. Remember him being one of the genuine hardknocks but not a bully. There were plenty of scrotes from Goscote/Harden who thought they were hard though.
There was an apocryphal story doing the rounds at the time about a family living on Shakespeare Crescent who kept a donkey in the front room. Took the floorboards up apparently.
Also enjoyed annual visits from Forest Comp. Usually just before we broke up for the summer. I remember a gang of them lobbing stones from the viaduct in Park Lime Pits. It was a lunch time and it seemed like the whole school charged down the playing fields to return fire. Happy days!
NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:DonningtonSaddler wrote:NEWPORT SADDLERS DAD wrote:Pedagogue wrote:Ah, the Dolphin! For 21 years, I lived in Hardy Road, right opposite that pub. Goscote holds such wonderful memories with its pleasant pastoral charm particularly when conjoined with its peaceful neighbours from the Poets' Corner Estate in Harden. :lol: :lol:
sos wall never served a pikey.
I went to Manor Farm and there was a guy in our year called Sos Wall. Remember him being one of the genuine hardknocks but not a bully. There were plenty of scrotes from Goscote/Harden who thought they were hard though.
There was an apocryphal story doing the rounds at the time about a family living on Shakespeare Crescent who kept a donkey in the front room. Took the floorboards up apparently.
Also enjoyed annual visits from Forest Comp. Usually just before we broke up for the summer. I remember a gang of them lobbing stones from the viaduct in Park Lime Pits. It was a lunch time and it seemed like the whole school charged down the playing fields to return fire. Happy days!
I think the Sos Wall is long gone but the one you mentioned is bound to be a descendant proudly carrying on the name.
DonningtonSaddler wrote:There was an apocryphal story doing the rounds at the time about a family living on Shakespeare Crescent who kept a donkey in the front room.
Pedagogue wrote:DonningtonSaddler wrote:There was an apocryphal story doing the rounds at the time about a family living on Shakespeare Crescent who kept a donkey in the front room.
I don't know about that but a family in Goscote Lodge Crescent kept a horse in an upstairs bedroom. I actually saw it with its head out of the window or I wouldn't have believed it!
Pedagogue wrote:DonningtonSaddler wrote:There was an apocryphal story doing the rounds at the time about a family living on Shakespeare Crescent who kept a donkey in the front room.
I don't know about that but a family in Goscote Lodge Crescent kept a horse in an upstairs bedroom. I actually saw it with its head out of the window or I wouldn't have believed it!
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