NorthumberlandBoro
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The only positive association I have with the smell of nicotine is the memory of walking into AP as a kid.
I wasn't in primary school anymore.
I wasn't in primary school anymore.
When was Teesside in its pomp?
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Juninhoburger
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I didn't mind smoking in clubs and pubs to an extent, you could sit at a table and have a fag without causing anyone else issues most of the time - particularly in the Gold room at The Dickens Inn.
People smoking on the dancefloor though - they were the real d***heads. Saw it loads at The Dickens and The Arena and then later at the Cornerhouse.
Mind you i'm one to talk - I accidentally burned a fag hole into Phil's brand new sofa on the opening night of Sumo!
Boro
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My era early 80's and great fun. But yes you took it for granted that you had to be careful and I got chased up the street by nutters a few times late at night but rare. Boro Fish Bar could be scary after shutting time.
But on the whole I found back then that people were straight up - at the bar / having a plss etc, anywhere, even over the border, always friendly. If someone wasn't happy they'd tell you straight up - no guessing or trying to feel out an atmosphere or worry in pubs / clubs in the Boro. If you were respectful with people around you, you would be fine & I always felt comfortable with that.
Other towns in other parts of the country were scarier because things would take you by surprise or there was tension in a place you couldn't quite work out, lots of staring & posing. Boro was a hard town but very black and white, you always knew where you stood on a night out. My take anyway.
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Johnny Vincents Motorbike
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Teesside is a post code to help the mail get delivered - but you will very rarely see it written on the envelope.
Middlesbrough was roaring from the late 50s to the early 70s - then the bite started - by 74 and 75 the engineering jobs were shrinking, the river was slowly being squeezed and bit by bit a salami slice of shut downs came until it flowed no more for the people.
by 76 and into 77 the school-leavers at age 16 stopped getting the invites to go for tests and interviews at the big industrial employers - previously you went into a hall and 200 lads would be sat doing a paper exercise - 2 hours later another 200 would turn up, day after day, week after week - 70 apprentice jobs would be on the go - get a knockback and you went to the next employer for another go, and so on and so forth.
lads from my road who would have gone into construction/engineering./chemicals were being pointed to the queue for the army with promises of going to Germany, Cyprus & Hong Kong - instead they got, Derry, Crossmaglen and Andersontown (and it wasnt named after Stan).
The workies clubs were booming, the culture and the craic was mighty - darts leagues, billiards leagues, music, dancing, loving and romancing - the shopping was great, small business was the name of the game, family shops providing an income for 3 generations - not conglomerates and out of town mugging paradises - coffee shops, cheesecloth shirts, major domo's, wranglers, lord john & the municipal baths - the pubs were full the bandbox was in full flow and on Sundays food was laid on the bar as a taster before your family dinner.
There was gigs at the Odeon, the town hall, the Onion, at St Marys and out in the sticks - nightclubs, folk and blues - and there was The Blues on Ayresome street !! - biker gangs, skinhead mobs, soul boys poppin pills before going down to Wigan, Hippies and cool cats, scooter boys, navvies and brickbats. Blondes, Brunettes, Copper Red Heads & all that, Wigs, Cigs, Figs and Pigs - "help the police, beat yourself up" read the graffiti - stokeo (sic) is a w&nk£r - Boro's Scotland Reds - Peace & Love - Boro Boot Boys -
- USA out of Vietnam - Billy is a Grass - Julie is a Slag
Art schools, Picture Gallery's, Tech colleges, Market stalls at Doggy, Stockton high street and Redcar racecourse - Sinbads, Dinkies and mobile tattooists with girls who came to cut your hair.
Africans, Indians, Pakistanis, Italians, Irish, Polish, Germans, Arabs, Swedes were all part of the local tapestry - & the Americans arrived all in white when the USS Fleet came in up the Tees.
The old fellah and his mates from the steel yards jetted off to the Costas in 1969 from the airport in Co Durham, white hankies on their heads, declining an Orange Juice, Cheese n Ham, Yoghurt or a Croissant - and telling their new continental friends, Juan, Margareta and Raul they wanted Eggs, bacon, mushrooms, beans, fried slice and a builders tea "give us the full ingerlish" they said.
living in the Borough was a Mecca - everyday (and night) was an experience - people really did flock to it, they were looking for a good time - they got it & some.
Middlesbrough's best export is its people - and that in itself tells you were the problems lye - it can produce 'em, but it cant meet their dreams or aspirations - that industrial change was never equitable - the governments, all governments seen to that - Thatcher stuck it to us and give the jewels to the South - Blair with the 2 biggest majorities in British political history did not nearly enough to level the playing field, give us a chance and change our fortune - he should be having statues of him-self being unveiled in every Northern town, but he pandered to the establishment and barely give us a glance. Tis true that the town was on the bones of its @rse under Thatcher, her b&$$tard heirs are boiling the bones, pi$$ing down our necks and telling us its raining..
The funniest, honest, most loving people on the map deserve so much better -its easy to say we will be back - but not with snake oil salesmen and gutter deals we wont.
God Bless Middlesbrough and all who sail in her.
Middlesbrough was roaring from the late 50s to the early 70s - then the bite started - by 74 and 75 the engineering jobs were shrinking, the river was slowly being squeezed and bit by bit a salami slice of shut downs came until it flowed no more for the people.
by 76 and into 77 the school-leavers at age 16 stopped getting the invites to go for tests and interviews at the big industrial employers - previously you went into a hall and 200 lads would be sat doing a paper exercise - 2 hours later another 200 would turn up, day after day, week after week - 70 apprentice jobs would be on the go - get a knockback and you went to the next employer for another go, and so on and so forth.
lads from my road who would have gone into construction/engineering./chemicals were being pointed to the queue for the army with promises of going to Germany, Cyprus & Hong Kong - instead they got, Derry, Crossmaglen and Andersontown (and it wasnt named after Stan).
The workies clubs were booming, the culture and the craic was mighty - darts leagues, billiards leagues, music, dancing, loving and romancing - the shopping was great, small business was the name of the game, family shops providing an income for 3 generations - not conglomerates and out of town mugging paradises - coffee shops, cheesecloth shirts, major domo's, wranglers, lord john & the municipal baths - the pubs were full the bandbox was in full flow and on Sundays food was laid on the bar as a taster before your family dinner.
There was gigs at the Odeon, the town hall, the Onion, at St Marys and out in the sticks - nightclubs, folk and blues - and there was The Blues on Ayresome street !! - biker gangs, skinhead mobs, soul boys poppin pills before going down to Wigan, Hippies and cool cats, scooter boys, navvies and brickbats. Blondes, Brunettes, Copper Red Heads & all that, Wigs, Cigs, Figs and Pigs - "help the police, beat yourself up" read the graffiti - stokeo (sic) is a w&nk£r - Boro's Scotland Reds - Peace & Love - Boro Boot Boys -
- USA out of Vietnam - Billy is a Grass - Julie is a SlagArt schools, Picture Gallery's, Tech colleges, Market stalls at Doggy, Stockton high street and Redcar racecourse - Sinbads, Dinkies and mobile tattooists with girls who came to cut your hair.
Africans, Indians, Pakistanis, Italians, Irish, Polish, Germans, Arabs, Swedes were all part of the local tapestry - & the Americans arrived all in white when the USS Fleet came in up the Tees.
The old fellah and his mates from the steel yards jetted off to the Costas in 1969 from the airport in Co Durham, white hankies on their heads, declining an Orange Juice, Cheese n Ham, Yoghurt or a Croissant - and telling their new continental friends, Juan, Margareta and Raul they wanted Eggs, bacon, mushrooms, beans, fried slice and a builders tea "give us the full ingerlish" they said.
living in the Borough was a Mecca - everyday (and night) was an experience - people really did flock to it, they were looking for a good time - they got it & some.
Middlesbrough's best export is its people - and that in itself tells you were the problems lye - it can produce 'em, but it cant meet their dreams or aspirations - that industrial change was never equitable - the governments, all governments seen to that - Thatcher stuck it to us and give the jewels to the South - Blair with the 2 biggest majorities in British political history did not nearly enough to level the playing field, give us a chance and change our fortune - he should be having statues of him-self being unveiled in every Northern town, but he pandered to the establishment and barely give us a glance. Tis true that the town was on the bones of its @rse under Thatcher, her b&$$tard heirs are boiling the bones, pi$$ing down our necks and telling us its raining..
The funniest, honest, most loving people on the map deserve so much better -its easy to say we will be back - but not with snake oil salesmen and gutter deals we wont.
God Bless Middlesbrough and all who sail in her.
Glover_elbow
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Was early 70s stockton considered a better place than boro at the time.
Sheriff_John_Bunnell_ret
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Surely some time in the Victorian era of ironopolis.
Wiseman_Vaughn
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Great postTeesside is a post code to help the mail get delivered - but you will very rarely see it written on the envelope.
Middlesbrough was roaring from the late 50s to the early 70s - then the bite started - by 74 and 75 the engineering jobs were shrinking, the river was slowly being squeezed and bit by bit a salami slice of shut downs came until it flowed no more for the people.
by 76 and into 77 the school-leavers at age 16 stopped getting the invites to go for tests and interviews at the big industrial employers - previously you went into a hall and 200 lads would be sat doing a paper exercise - 2 hours later another 200 would turn up, day after day, week after week - 70 apprentice jobs would be on the go - get a knockback and you went to the next employer for another go, and so on and so forth.
lads from my road who would have gone into construction/engineering./chemicals were being pointed to the queue for the army with promises of going to Germany, Cyprus & Hong Kong - instead they got, Derry, Crossmaglen and Andersontown (and it wasnt named after Stan).
The workies clubs were booming, the culture and the craic was mighty - darts leagues, billiards leagues, music, dancing, loving and romancing - the shopping was great, small business was the name of the game, family shops providing an income for 3 generations - not conglomerates and out of town mugging paradises - coffee shops, cheesecloth shirts, major domo's, wranglers, lord john & the municipal baths - the pubs were full the bandbox was in full flow and on Sundays food was laid on the bar as a taster before your family dinner.
There was gigs at the Odeon, the town hall, the Onion, at St Marys and out in the sticks - nightclubs, folk and blues - and there was The Blues on Ayresome street !! - biker gangs, skinhead mobs, soul boys poppin pills before going down to Wigan, Hippies and cool cats, scooter boys, navvies and brickbats. Blondes, Brunettes, Copper Red Heads & all that, Wigs, Cigs, Figs and Pigs - "help the police, beat yourself up" read the graffiti - stokeo (sic) is a w&nk£r - Boro's Scotland Reds - Peace & Love - Boro Boot Boys -
Art schools, Picture Gallery's, Tech colleges, Market stalls at Doggy, Stockton high street and Redcar racecourse - Sinbads, Dinkies and mobile tattooists with girls who came to cut your hair.
Africans, Indians, Pakistanis, Italians, Irish, Polish, Germans, Arabs, Swedes were all part of the local tapestry - & the Americans arrived all in white when the USS Fleet came in up the Tees.
The old fellah and his mates from the steel yards jetted off to the Costas in 1969 from the airport in Co Durham, white hankies on their heads, declining an Orange Juice, Cheese n Ham, Yoghurt or a Croissant - and telling their new continental friends, Juan, Margareta and Raul they wanted Eggs, bacon, mushrooms, beans, fried slice and a builders tea "give us the full ingerlish" they said.
living in the Borough was a Mecca - everyday (and night) was an experience - people really did flock to it, they were looking for a good time - they got it & some.
Middlesbrough's best export is its people - and that in itself tells you were the problems lye - it can produce 'em, but it cant meet their dreams or aspirations - that industrial change was never equitable - the governments, all governments seen to that - Thatcher stuck it to us and give the jewels to the South - Blair with the 2 biggest majorities in British political history did not nearly enough to level the playing field, give us a chance and change our fortune - he should be having statues of him-self being unveiled in every Northern town, but he pandered to the establishment and barely give us a glance. Tis true that the town was on the bones of its @rse under Thatcher, her b&$$tard heirs are boiling the bones, pi$$ing down our necks and telling us its raining..
The funniest, honest, most loving people on the map deserve so much better -its easy to say we will be back - but not with snake oil salesmen and gutter deals we wont.
God Bless Middlesbrough and all who sail in her.