Quote Originally Posted by Peter View Post
I remember the world as grey and miserable then. Maybe it is just that horrible corrugated iron at the Clock End etched into my mind.

Why would anyone ever have wanted to stand on the Clock End? I never understood that....
For us, it was the gritty urban grubbiness of it all. We simply didn't get that sort of thing at home and, best of all, I suppose, our parents would've been horrified.