St Aidan's 1967-72

zinedine said:
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.
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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.
I remember the freezing cold netties at the end of the yard 😳.
 


Johnny on the spot said:
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.
I remember the freezing cold netties at the end of the yard 😳.
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The street I'm talking about was Langton terrace. I had two aunties that lived in that one street. I spent a good chunk of my youth through there. I remember they never used the front door only the door off the backyard.
They didn't use the front room either they lived in the back room which had a coal fire that had an oven built in. Opening the front door you could see a massive coal slag heap that is now Herrington country park.
 
zinedine said:
The street I'm talking about was Langton terrace. I had two aunties that lived in that one street. I spent a good chunk of my youth through there. I remember they never used the front door only the door off the backyard.
They didn't use the front room either they lived in the back room which had a coal fire that had an oven built in. Opening the front door you could see a massive coal slag heap that is now Herrington country park.
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Though I am Johnny I'm definitely not Uncle John of the giant dump fame. I lived in Travers Street (next to what was New Herrington Primary School & is now an old folks home). My Granda lived in Fenton Terrace, across from Langton Terrace. Different times. HCP is lovely for a walk out, if a bit open and blowy at times (just to remind you of what was there 😉).
 
Johnny on the spot said:
Though I am Johnny I'm definitely not Uncle John of the giant dump fame. I lived in Travers Street (next to what was New Herrington Primary School & is now an old folks home). My Granda lived in Fenton Terrace, across from Langton Terrace. Different times. HCP is lovely for a walk out, if a bit open and blowy at times (just to remind you of what was there 😉).
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I think I got the name wrong earlier. It was called Lanton street or that's what's on Google maps now. I could have sworn it was Langton terrace. Aye, Fenton terrace was opposite, the posh side of the road. :)
 
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Johnny on the spot said:
Though I am Johnny I'm definitely not Uncle John of the giant dump fame. I lived in Travers Street (next to what was New Herrington Primary School & is now an old folks home). My Granda lived in Fenton Terrace, across from Langton Terrace. Different times. HCP is lovely for a walk out, if a bit open and blowy at times (just to remind you of what was there 😉).
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Johnny on the pot
 
zinedine said:
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.
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Did he drink Midori?

 
82-89 for me. Looking back some of the discipline dished out would see a number of the teachers in jail today as it was outright thuggery.
 

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