The pictures are a fair reflection of some of the dying areas / communities in Manchester in the late 60s.
I had loads of mates from Levy, Gorton and Longsight who lived in absolute dumps and whose mum wouldn't let you in the house out of shame. Their dads generally didn't give a shit and spent most of their time in the pub.
My best mate in the early 60s shared a bedroom with three brothers in two beds, had torn lino on the floor, and an old paraffin heater. His sisters shared a bedroom with their mum and dad.
I always remember that they had a City team photo and a photo of Bert Trautmann on the wall in their kitchen.
In my experience, it seemed to be that if your dad wasn't a doler and/or pisshead, you lived in a decent house.
Much of Moss Side, Victoria Park etc was beyond saving by the mid 60s after unscrupulous landlords took advantage of Windrush families, putting them in houses that were already unfit for habitation.
My uncle and aunty lived in Northenden in the early 60s and I clearly remember visiting them. We had to get three buses to get there from Levenshulme, and it took ages. When we arrived, I went out to play with my cousins in wide open fields, where horses were tied up (it was probably a gypsy site!).
As far as we were concerned, they lived miles away in the countryside.