A trip down memory lane around Manchester....

At school we got an ASA (amateur swimming assiciation) Bronze, Silver & Gold awards for doing things like rescuing someone struggling in the water and taking your pyjama bottoms off and making a float out of it (like when swimming in Sale Water Park i would have my pyjama bottoms on...
Had all mine sewn on my trunks - all the way from 10m award to gold. Many black rubber bricks were saved from drowning in the process.
 
Had all mine sewn on my trunks - all the way from 10m award to gold. Many black rubber bricks were saved from drowning in the process.
Yes had the length, bronze, silva, gold and the 1500 meter badge sewn on the the sky blue trunks (would never have fitted on speedos) - got them all at junior school and at comprehensive school wore the pin badges on the blazer lapel
 
Does anyone remember bowling at Granada bowl, I have vague memories as kid having birthday parties there.
Yes we used to go all the time in the early 70s, it was a good night out and enjoyed bowling, I would go with our kid and his mates, you had to change you shoes for a pair of bowling ones which had been worn by everyone, so some were a bit smelly, also the bowling balls were different colours for size and weight if i recall, all good times.
 
The Anson? Grew up a few streets away
Some great pics of Beresford Road back in the day here

I lived with my Grandmother for a time in the early 60s, we lived on Duncan road the house where she lived no longer stands, we used to walk down to the toy shop near the Anson on a Saturday, with the hope of buying something, I think it may be on one of the pictures, if it wasnt a toy shop it may have been a news agent which sold toys etc.
The Anson was a huge place we had many parties upstairs, most of our family weddings etc were held there.
 
We used to go to Victoria Baths, this was the place I lernt to swim, again a huge building and today famous for its design. Its now been restored but not used as a swimming pool, shame as it would be good to go back for a swim, not in a cannal though.
 
The Anson? Grew up a few streets away
Some great pics of Beresford Road back in the day here

The Anson? Grew up a few streets away
Some great pics of Beresford Road back in the here

I had a look at the first few pages of the thread and thinking it was going to take some time l went to the back for a quick look. So ages and loads of memories later, l've decided to save the links for a rainy day or l will miss the Scotland match. Thanks for the article.
 
Kenyon Lane bingo hall, Moston. My Nana was in there almost every night but it closed in the 80's and moved to Rochdale Road next to Manning's. Then became Deanway building supplies before it caught fire last year and the building was gutted
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She may have been called Shelley..

The bone yard smelt like the knackerknickers shop ..i believe there was one vrry close to where the little bradford arms ( what a beltin name on reflection) was . Yet walk a few yards and you could kop for a lungful of Prices bread.( the factory bordering the cut)..fresh off the press....walk down further and it was very possible to get yourself blue polka dot dyed passing anchor chemical, the kids called it blue tuesday...what irony...given whats happened since '08
I think she had been in my class at Seymour Road Primary! My uncle was a master baker at Prices. The Clayton smells were legendary. The boneyard smelt like warmed up glue the chemical stuff from Anchor was like soap, the reclaimed rubber factory on Bank Street, where I had a summer job one year (1967 or 8) had a distinctive pong as did the pit power station. Mix it all with the sweet odour of baking bread and you'd got the lot. If you shut your eyes on the 216 trolley bus, you still knew where you were on Ashton New Road by whichever smell was in the air.
 
Well that dotted all the i's and crossed all the t's, dont suppose you know what happened to all the knickers? :)
I’ve always presumed they went when the bastards demolished the pub but I do remember a couple of stories about them.

It was the old landlord Ken Rigg who started it but he’d only pin them up if they were taken off in the bar and were still warm, he did sometimes relent on that if it was a bashful fit bird and he would allow them to take them off in the bogs. That didn’t happen very often as Ken would then always give them a loud and meaningful sniff in ‘the interests of honesty’.

When Ken went, the new landlord decided as a publicity stunt to wash them all and dry them on washing lines outside, there was a big feature in the MEN with a photo of the clean but now fucking useless knickers hanging there. They were far better when they were truly ‘truly hanging’.
 

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