Gardening.
Nurturing flowers and plants from seeds. Dead rewarding. Trust me.
And you can eat the results.
Buy a puppy. Train him to sit and roll over and look into his deep brown eyes and know that he loves you.
Rediscover the lost art of making Airfix Spitfires from your childhood. You'll love it because you can now afford the paint and glue and you've got more patience than your ten year old self.
Get proper drunk on cheap Tesco vodka and pass out on the settee.
Any of the above will give you more of a sense of satisfaction than watching the current crop of "Wanderers".....
It's like the Megson days but a bit more cruel. Because we knew we would never score under him, but now we've still got the hope......and we get let down. Massively.
Good night. xx
Not great is it...?
posted on 5/2/13
All of the shops right next to the Asda in Astley Bridge are shut, (as Asda have bought it from them), Including the one on the end which ended up having about 4 different owners: Cordon Blue, 2 video shops and a furniture place. Also B&Q got too big and moved, as did Halfords.
I also still miss coming back on the train and seeing the Burnden park floodlights. Which is very odd as I used to get the train more after it got knocked down than when it was there.
posted on 5/2/13
You had a jazz mag dealer?
Wow, I'm impressed.
I used to nick mine from Smiths....
posted on 5/2/13
I also still miss coming back on the train and seeing the Burnden park floodlights.
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Don't set me off about the railway station.
When I was a kid we had a PROPER railway station, not a glorified siding like we've got now.
It was a magnificent building and they knocked in down in the name of progress......
And you had to buy a ticket for 5p just to get on the platform. That's how posh it was, kids....
posted on 5/2/13
The closure of the Nevada was a very sad day. Many a happy hour spent in there as a child
posted on 5/2/13
Yes now that was a proper railway station getting your ticket clipped at the top of the steps on the way out.
And over the road was that long iron bridge which led to Gregory and Porrits.
posted on 5/2/13
I dlivered milk to the Nevada on my Saturday job,
Happy days
posted on 5/2/13
On the outdoor market there was a guy called Pot Bailey who used to work up the crowd with his cups an saucers "I don't want £40 not even £35 or £30 I'm not even asking £25" then he'd crack his hammer down and say "Give me £20 for the lot" And all the punters would wave their cash.
And on the indoor market was a black man with gold teeth who sold nothing but denim jeans his motto was "Save more pennys shop at Benny's"
posted on 5/2/13
TT - this has just gor WEIRD!
- I got dangled off the balcony of one of the School Hill flats- by my brother!
And I used to go to Walter Hall- and I too gave up when I found out he was a Tory. He looked like a public schoolboy with a white semi-bouffant, specialised in rockabillys. I then went to Killer Kane at the top the road that nicks down to the side of the hospital, junction of St Georges and the Chorley Roads.
And I frickin hate the new train station.
Dirty Dave was a proper manky get, filthy fingernails and worn out eyes like he'd just been pulling a two hour dry one to an old copy of razzle.
Snogged a girl at the Nav when i was 15, she was well cute, but I proper freaked when I suddenly noticed (after about half an hour of proper adolescent Wrigley Peppermint snogging) that one of her arms stopped at the elbow. Man that was awkward.
posted on 6/2/13
I always knew we had a connection.
Although I've never done the one-armed bandit thing....
We really should sort that pint we've been threatening to do for the last 7 years......
posted on 20/10/13
Anybody remember Bolton direct pop wagons, the best Saturday job ever