DiscoSteve
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Stocksbridge anyone?
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Inbred towns
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BlueMoonRisin’
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I have worked all over the UK in some far flung places but reading your post Stony reminded me of a village from hell I stayed in about 12 years ago.Worked there a few times, never enjoyed one. Went up once for a job taking the blokes up in my cherry picker to work on a mobile phone mast. It was supposed to take a day but the winds were gusting at 40mph so I called it off. That meant I had to stay in Barrow for the night. I picked a bad night, there was a RN ship about to be launched and every fucking contractor for miles was staying in and around Barrow. I spent nearly a full day trying to get digs until I found a pub not too far from the docks. The place looked like nearly every pub in Heywood, so I wasn't too fussed when I booked in, just happy that I didn't have to kip in the wagon.
£15 bed and breakfast. As I went up to my room I noticed a sign on the wall "Residents are reminded to keep their rooms locked at all times for their own personal safety"
I thought 'fuck me' it can't be that bad. My room was fucking awful, there was actual fucking blood splatter on the walls. When I unpacked I went down to the bar to see if they did food and ordered a pint and asked the landlord what time breakfast was served from. He asked me what time was I getting up. and I told him I had to be on the docks for 8 AM. He looked at me as though I'd just fucked his daughter and went to the till. He took out 3 pound coins and launched them at me across the bar. The he growled "You can go fuck yourself if you think I'm getting up to make your fucking breakfast"
At least he had the decency to give me a bit of my money back.
Three of us shared a room in some dive of a pub that my former workmate Col(a Mackem) recommended in Chipping Sodbury Wiltshire. It was a bit like the tale of the 3 bears that I was last into the room and got the last bed. After a hard days work I flopped onto the bed to find a fucking spring had popped out through the crappy mattress had cut into my back! The room was a dimly lit shit hole with a TV in the corner that I think must of been a John Logie Baird prototype! The place was a fuckin hovel. A wipe your feet on the way out type place! It wasn't even en suite, so I went to the bathroom for a shower.
On turning on the shower I had to regulate the temperature, I thought I had and went about washing my hair, and someone must of flushed a nearby bog affecting the pressure and I started screaming as I was almost boiled alive! I managed to fumble about and turn the water down, then started screaming as it went to cold in an instant leaving me fucking freezing, shampoo in my eyes by this time!I thought fuck it, and stepped out of the shower to have a strip wash in a basin the size of an average Crab shell!
In the morning I went down for breakfast and the landlady asked me if I wanted an English breakfast. I agreed and she must of cooked it all in a fuckin' chip pan, grease everywhere!
My mate Col said "it was allreet mate last time I stayed". That was the last time I ever let him book digs the cheapskate scruffy digs loving ****.
I have worked all over the UK in some far flung places but reading your post Stony reminded me of a village from hell I stayed in about 12 years ago.
Three of us shared a room in some dive of a pub that my former workmate Col(a Mackem) recommended in Chipping Sodbury Wiltshire. It was a bit like the tale of the 3 bears that I was last into the room and got the last bed. After a hard days work I flopped onto the bed to find a fucking spring had popped out through the crappy mattress had cut into my back! The room was a dimly lit shit hole with a TV in the corner that I think must of been a John Logie Baird prototype! The place was a fuckin hovel. A wipe your feet on the way out type place! It wasn't even en suite, so I went to the bathroom for a shower.
On turning on the shower I had to regulate the temperature, I thought I had and went about washing my hair, and someone must of flushed a nearby bog affecting the pressure and I started screaming as I was almost boiled alive! I managed to fumble about and turn the water down, then started screaming as it went to cold in an instant leaving me fucking freezing, shampoo in my eyes by this time!I thought fuck it, and stepped out of the shower to have a strip wash in a basin the size of an average Crab shell!
In the morning I went down for breakfast and the landlady asked me if I wanted an English breakfast. I agreed and she must of cooked it all in a fuckin' chip pan, grease everywhere!
My mate Col said "it was allreet mate last time I stayed". That was the last time I ever let him book digs the cheapskate scruffy digs loving ****.
Haha, stayed in more than a few places like that. Worked mainly with BT and Orange, but other that I can't remember. I packed in around 2001, so unless you was around back then, I doubt we worked together. Most of the work back then was scouting out new sites for masts or occasionally repairing old ones. It is indeed a small world though
BlueMoonRisin’
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I started in 02 and I used to rig 3g for Orange back then. I will have to read back the pages of this thread 'cause I have most probably been to many of the places mentioned. Wherever I've had a pint though, there is always the ubiquitous know all rag offering his opinion. A reply of "I've probably been to old trashford more than you and i'm a blue" normally shuts them up in front of their mates.Haha, stayed in more than a few places like that. Worked mainly with BT and Orange, but other that I can't remember. I packed in around 2001, so unless you was around back then, I doubt we worked together. Most of the work back then was scouting out new sites for masts or occasionally repairing old ones. It is indeed a small world though
KingCarlito
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Wigan
Burnley
Rhyl
Ashton-in-makerfield (never met anyone there who doesn't smell)
Stoke (all wear Ali G chains and are stuck in a timewarp regarding fashion sense, it's also seen as normal to openly take class A drugs in public)
Burnley
Rhyl
Ashton-in-makerfield (never met anyone there who doesn't smell)
Stoke (all wear Ali G chains and are stuck in a timewarp regarding fashion sense, it's also seen as normal to openly take class A drugs in public)
BlueNirvana
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Penrith, the nightclub at the football club (The Blues think it was called) FFS
StrangewaysHereWeCome
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Mansfield and nearby Sutton in Ashfield. Very strange fucking places.
Lived down there for seven years and there's some ' reyt foul looking fuckers'
My guess is after the mining industry disappeared the locals took up beasting their kids as it was all too often the reported news in the local paper. Violence in pubs all the time, stedheads galore and angry,ugly tattooed women plentiful. My son is at primary in Sutton and when I lost my job one time I used to take him to school, looking at 99% of the mums I couldn't believe they'd been shagged, let alone impregnated. Then you'd see the dad's. Shapeless stonewashed filthy jeans and black leather jacket from the 80's. Stinking of stale biscuits/old fried food/ B.O or all three. No surprise there's a wetherspoons next to the job centre. I'm just glad my lad and stepkids are smart and will be successful enough not to follow the paths half the towns have took
Oh, people often say the weather here in sunny Salford and Manchester is shite? Got fuck all on Mansfield, gloomy with icy winds is a good day, most of the time it just pisses it down and on everyone's temperament. Hanging place. Don't even get me started on Huthwaite or fucking Woodhouse. Think, the Hills have eyes.
Lived down there for seven years and there's some ' reyt foul looking fuckers'
My guess is after the mining industry disappeared the locals took up beasting their kids as it was all too often the reported news in the local paper. Violence in pubs all the time, stedheads galore and angry,ugly tattooed women plentiful. My son is at primary in Sutton and when I lost my job one time I used to take him to school, looking at 99% of the mums I couldn't believe they'd been shagged, let alone impregnated. Then you'd see the dad's. Shapeless stonewashed filthy jeans and black leather jacket from the 80's. Stinking of stale biscuits/old fried food/ B.O or all three. No surprise there's a wetherspoons next to the job centre. I'm just glad my lad and stepkids are smart and will be successful enough not to follow the paths half the towns have took
Oh, people often say the weather here in sunny Salford and Manchester is shite? Got fuck all on Mansfield, gloomy with icy winds is a good day, most of the time it just pisses it down and on everyone's temperament. Hanging place. Don't even get me started on Huthwaite or fucking Woodhouse. Think, the Hills have eyes.
m7mcfc
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Worked with a gang from Penrith preventing landslides on the railway. Black eye Friday the works do before xmas was called. I tjought they were exagerating they certainly wern't any grievance from the previous 12 months was sorted out after the pubs shut familys kicking shit out of each other. Madness.Penrith, the nightclub at the football club (The Blues think it was called) FFS
crazyg
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One of my nephews married a girl from Barrow (Walney, actually, the posh bit!) while they were holiday reps.Worked there a few times, never enjoyed one. Went up once for a job taking the blokes up in my cherry picker to work on a mobile phone mast. It was supposed to take a day but the winds were gusting at 40mph so I called it off. That meant I had to stay in Barrow for the night. I picked a bad night, there was a RN ship about to be launched and every fucking contractor for miles was staying in and around Barrow. I spent nearly a full day trying to get digs until I found a pub not too far from the docks. The place looked like nearly every pub in Heywood, so I wasn't too fussed when I booked in, just happy that I didn't have to kip in the wagon.
£15 bed and breakfast. As I went up to my room I noticed a sign on the wall "Residents are reminded to keep their rooms locked at all times for their own personal safety"
I thought 'fuck me' it can't be that bad. My room was fucking awful, there was actual fucking blood splatter on the walls. When I unpacked I went down to the bar to see if they did food and ordered a pint and asked the landlord what time breakfast was served from. He asked me what time was I getting up. and I told him I had to be on the docks for 8 AM. He looked at me as though I'd just fucked his daughter and went to the till. He took out 3 pound coins and launched them at me across the bar. The he growled "You can go fuck yourself if you think I'm getting up to make your fucking breakfast"
At least he had the decency to give me a bit of my money back.
Mutantsville, he calls it. He's not wrong.
Stayed up there many moons ago when I was an Internal Auditor in the Revenue, visiting the local tax office.. The view from our window overlooked the bridge across from Walney Island, where the shipyard is. At 5pm, the road was closed at the Barrow end, and a procession of bicycles came across the bridge carrying workers home. An amazing sight - the Beijing rush hour!
Later we went for a meal/pint, and passed a working men's club. There was a big poster advertising a forthcoming Beauty Contest - with free pie and peas for all entrants!!