black-cat
Striker
johnny's cafe was great for lining the stomach before a nightime on the drink after a daytime on the drink for the home games at roker park
dave would regularly fall asleep in the ice cream van outside our street in hh. used to do a cracking trade after the pub shut.
back on topic, my dad worked at horden all his life and from what i remember loved it but he was pleased i got an apprenticeship elsewhere when i left school.
died at 59, i've only got a few months to beat him. i remember being with him when they showed him a picture of his lungs, half of one was a different shade to the rest and he thought that was the knackered bit but it was the other way round. being a proper chainsmoker didn't help either mind.
Must have been one of the only villages in the UK that had a ice cream man that would still be doing his rounds after midnight
Was class when you were on a munch. Found him asleep on a few occasions myself
