I remember it as a place of endless hot summers, snowball fights in winter, riding bikes and playing without a care in the world.That's childhood, I guess.
Actually, there were always bits that were rougher than others. Around there used to be pretty respectable (although some kid did get stabbed in the park around the time of the Brixton riots). Then white flight happened, of course.
Who mugged you?
I can't remember the name of the road, but it contained several families of Oirishers as well as my Oirish brood. Perhaps this is why my recollection is tinged with repulsion.Originally Posted by Burney
I remember it as a place of endless hot summers, snowball fights in winter, riding bikes and playing without a care in the world.
Actually, there were always bits that were rougher than others. Around there used to be pretty respectable (although some kid did get stabbed in the park around the time of the Brixton riots). Then white flight happened, of course.
Who mugged you?
I suppose I was about 10 and walking along with my cousin when we were set upon by a group of big boys who took our few pennies and gave us a mild slap just for the look of the thing. I never told anyone out of a sense of shame.
I'm like a rape victim in many respects.
sandringham road!i remember it as a place of endless hot summers, snowball fights in winter, riding bikes and playing without a care in the world.
Actually, there were always bits that were rougher than others. Around there used to be pretty respectable (although some kid did get stabbed in the park around the time of the brixton riots). Then white flight happened, of course.
Who mugged you?
Can you point to where on the doll Thornton Heath touched you?
Actually, Sandringham Road is more Selhurst than Thornton Heath imo.
Oh. The people who lived there described it as Thornton Heath. Perhaps they were confused, or possibly lost?
They were Irish, i suppose.
It's the difference between shīt and shīte, tbh.
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