I'm Here... Just like I said...

When I lived here, the building was grey, and the lower left and left middle floors were boarded up. The six other blocks which faced into our "back yard" were all empty and boarded up too.

A little old lady lived next door to us, a couple of we never saw lived in the middle, and a mum stayed in the ground floor with her son, who was a drug addled skin head.

Glue sniffers congregated in the green at the back; sitting their backs up against the derelict houses, as they inhaled from their glue filled Sunblest bags. They inhaled, they collapsed, and then stood, invigorated by their hit, and would run round the green banging off unused Washing poles and telegraph poles. Typically this behaviour was compounded by their trousers being round their knees For some reason, the glue high and the exhilaration was increased by the air blowing freely through their bits.

If it wasn't the glue sniffers it was the dogs.

It was still the days when a labrador / poodle mix wasn't a labradoodle, and cost £800 - it was a mongrel, and was left to wander around the scheme and create it's own mixed breed.

We witnessed the creation of many, many breeds. Mongrel to Boxer, Terrier to Wolfhouse (yes, honestly), the days of dogs the same size copulating were few and far between, and in all honesty weren't half as amusing as dogs which were not built to be together joining and then realising the error of their ways.

The first time I met the Skinhead on the ground floor,was a good day for him. He was completely stoned, pointing horizontally out of the ground floor window facing side ways along the street. "Hulloraer Neighbour" he shouted, Grinning at me like a lunatic plank. "Hello", said I; and ran in, very fast. and Locked the door.