Tagged 1970’s

The Mystery of North Cote Mine

“It’s about time you changed this car Dan” said Amy as she clambered into the back seat of his pale blue 1962 Mk 1 Ford Cortina, “it’s a wreck, my feet were soaked when we got here yesterday. There’s a hole under the carpet that I can see the road through”. It was 7.30am and the rain that had poured continuously the previous day had stopped during the night and it looked like it would be a lovely August day. “Sorry Amy”, said Jack trying to start the car for the fourth time, “I can’t afford anything else just yet…

Don’s Story

“Mum there’s a bloke outside rolling about on the floor I think he’s drunk” “It’s that bloody pub again three fights this week, Bill call the police. “We’re off to the rent office tomorrow. I want a transfer. We are off up Swarcliffe near our Pam,” said Mum She hated it here I knew she did. I suppose only now about to enter my teens did I begin to realise how much. Her large brood of brothers and sisters were always striving to better themselves. Each trying to be better than the rest. Business people, successful people. Where was my…

The Prospect

High on a city hill they named it ‘The Prospect’. After the view I suppose from its back door. It had to be the view. The Prospect of Leeds an imposing terrace of houses painted white, set against the city skyline. That dark and dirty city skyline. A Inn of some repute, a  rough and ready tavern. A haven for kids in search of fun and under age booze. One of the many Tetley Pubs in Leeds, one on every corner. Drinking came easy, no one stopped or you warned you. Pubs welcomed you, we were all locals at them by…

Never Pass That Way Again

A simple inscription carved in stone, there for eternity. Young boys destined to be craftsmen, chiseling, and working soft stone. Hours of toil, Jack brought the hammer, George the chisel. Slow laborious work for the unskilled hand and poorly trained eye. The warmth of a summer’s evening. That little street of poor hard-working people, some away fighting, the others resting before a week of toil ahead. Quiet as you can, the neighbours might not want their path carving up. For two mischievous lads just one more adventure in a long hot summer littered with many mad capers. The very best of…

One English Pound

One whole English pound was a lot of money to find. It meant my day of fun at the movies could last a little longer. I don’t even remember what I went to see. I can’t be sure it was such a long time ago. I have seen so many movies since then some good, some bad and others I just can’t remember. It could have been ‘Tora, Tora, Tora’ or ‘The Poseidon Adventure’ or was it ‘Fiddler on The Roof’. They were all good. The ones I didn’t like were the horror ones ‘Carrie’, ‘Friday The 13th’, those kind…