Johnny on the spot
Midfield
From now on I will think of you as Zinedine the pan. Graphic story - had me chuckling and horrified in equal measure! As a bairn I used to live in those miners houses at New Herrington.It's funny how the site of shite can be a traumatic experience that is difficult to forget.
When I was a little kid we used to visit an aunt who lived in one of the miners houses at new Herrington. I had an older cousin who, like all his family, was a face yacker. He was massive and could demolish a big plate of greasy food in a matter of seconds.
They still had a toilet at the bottom of the yard and I went in to use it. Cousin John had been in earlier and what he left behind still haunts me to this day. I can't believe this thing passed out of a human being. It was like a brown fire extinguisher standing perfectly upright in the pot. A rocket ready for take off there was no way any toilet known to man could flush that. I fled the toilet and told my auntie who said he does that all the time. f***ing hell.
I remember the freezing cold netties at the end of the yard .