philcom55 wrote:Sometimes it amazes me that we won the war at all!
It was a combination of our Captain Mainwaring spirit, and what our headmaster used to call
Guts, pronounced like
cats, and those blackout curtains that we religiously had to draw across all our windows behind the main curtains before we were allowed to switch any lights on.
stevezodiac wrote:we played on a huge bomb site in the sixties (Trident Street) but I don't think I once stopped to think how it came to be there.
As teenagers, we used to play in a network of tunnels inside a kind of hill within the grounds of our primary school, until they were bricked up. For some years, though, the main entrance to them, which was at ground floor level, was used as a changing room for local league football teams who played on our school field on Saturdays. Ah, those carefree days, where have they gone?