The heatwave of 1976

Playing with melted Tarmac with lolly sticks , then trying to get it off your hands with butter .
 
nw42 said:
I was 16 in the February, expelled from school. Set off hitch hiking to Cornwall on the Friday before the cup final, ended up at Wembley watching Southampton beat the rags, then got a lift of some saints fans after the game, it was a mad night in Southampton, the whole town were on the piss, I honed my minesweeping skills that night and slept in the stairwell of a block of flats.

Watched the open top bus parade the next day and then set off for Cornwall, by the Weds I had a job as a hotel porter near Falmouth and stayed the whole long hot summer, £18 a week wages all found, which was plenty when you only had a day and half off work each week in which to spend it. Great memories of the summer of 76.
Love that story mate.

Fifteen years after that I got a yts paying 50p less per week in piss wet through Withington village.

Never went hitch-hiking though.
 
I was just about to re-tell for the 1000 th time, how I remember it snowing at Buxton in 1976 during a Derby/Lancs game.

A quick check informs me it was '75 though and I've being talking shite for the last 30 odd years.

Unfortunately not restricted to that incident.

What definately was '76 was the West Indian tour of England when Tony Greg had promised to make them grovel.
England didn't win either a test or ODI all summer. I remember some of the grounds, particularly The Oval by the end of the
summer was completely brown. Not a hint of green anywhere to be seen.
 
StrangewaysHereWeCome said:
nw42 said:
I was 16 in the February, expelled from school. Set off hitch hiking to Cornwall on the Friday before the cup final, ended up at Wembley watching Southampton beat the rags, then got a lift of some saints fans after the game, it was a mad night in Southampton, the whole town were on the piss, I honed my minesweeping skills that night and slept in the stairwell of a block of flats.

Watched the open top bus parade the next day and then set off for Cornwall, by the Weds I had a job as a hotel porter near Falmouth and stayed the whole long hot summer, £18 a week wages all found, which was plenty when you only had a day and half off work each week in which to spend it. Great memories of the summer of 76.
Love that story mate.

Fifteen years after that I got a yts paying 50p less per week in piss wet through Withington village.

Never went hitch-hiking though.

It was my usual mode of getting to aways back then, Friday nights at Knutsford services were not for the faint hearted, had plenty of run-ins with scousers, usually Everton as their home/away sequences usually mirrored ours.
Nearly always managed to jump the special back though, thank fuck.

I once spent 12hrs stuck at Knutsford, trying to get to Tottenham for a New Year game, 8 of them on the southbound side and 4 on the northbound trying to get back to Morecambe, awful day, I'd say it was around 78 but couldn't be sure. No doubt someone will remember when we played Spurs away at New Year back then, it was snowing but there was no way of finding out if the game was on or off, so I just kept trying for a lift until it was too late to make the kick off.

The northbound lift I got was off a bloke with 3 racing greyhounds in the car, I'd just spent my last money on a pie and one of the fuckers just took it out of my hand and scoffed it. He took me as far as Wigan, next ride was in a Bentley, posh couple off to a party took pity on me and took me a few miles further.

All in all it was a bad day.
 
Was 11 at the time , remember 76 for the best ever 6 weeks holiday , seemed to last forever , played football all day , about 15 a side usually . Was about this time that I also started following City , although didn't get to my first match until about 78

Great memories
 
Diving off the locks into the Rochdale canal next to Malborough mill in Failsworth, just downstream of the rubber factory that spewed its guts into the cut. Swimming through the passenger window and out the drivers window of an old car, and dogging old bed ends and mattresses at the same time. Every now and then somebody would come up clutching a bag of dead kittens like they had just found Spanish gold. You only ever open one of those bags in your lifetime. Good times.
 
Hottest ever, recall seeing on the news where in the Lake District they were all drying up and a hidden village appeared in one of them!
I was 13 and the school were strict on uniform. We had to wear blazers and everyone was complaining. The head teacher said the day the umpire (there was some England cricket series on) allows players to walk out not wearing their jumpers, then we could leave the blazers at home.
A week or so later that happened and we were able to come to school minus the blazer until the end of term.
 

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