Tykesmad

Toe end of shoes worn out from all the bouncing and 'come oooon'

 

Good but daft evenings were had aplenty.

Beat the **** art of goin to Yoof Club.

 

Yoot clubs for popular kids what the lasses liked.

Da streets were my club....

 

Dossing rarnd ont High Street popping int Cosiboat for a go ont pinball machines and nipping int Shoe for a sneaky pint as tha got older.

 

Birdcage was my first pint, just past my 15th birthday. Had to put right deep voice on. Barman pissing himself laughing like.

 

Wombwell Warriors on the bridge ad a reyt laugh

 

And the Wombwell Casuals...

Or WC as they sprayed on't tracky sheds fence.....

 

Remember the offy just before bridge in the middle of the fork , four pack of hooch aaaaaaarrrrrr

 

Mine were darnt Drop Low Valley when I were a 3rd year and then rarnd to George on mi Junior Pub Crawl.

 

Aye just across from tracky sheds, not much of that hooch in my day, tha must be from a different generation of excitement seekers.

 

It used to do like old worlde casks of ale (in brown plastic) - remember getting one for't neet when girlfriend at the time was babysitting for someone. #getoutaforeparentsgetback

 

Party Sevens - tinned piss in bulk, we used to lap it up.

Few close shaves ont fanny front, yer just hed to push it for that bit longer.

 

Probably circa 1980 class of 82 Wombwell high

 

Jump used to be our no mans land for Wombwell/Kirk Balk stand off in late 80's & early 90's, a few years earlier all older lads used to go to Brampton bridge to lob bricks at miners picketing, a few were caught and lobbed in't canal. White Sergio Tacchinii trackies buggered.