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I don't want to do any more work this afternoon.
it's on a private road
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walking down our driveway and turning right
that might be my drive you can see on the right
Lived there for 4 years.
Because once about 3 years ago, I thought I spotted you in there.
we believe that you're not from that London, just leave it, ffs.
Just bored and interested. Chill out, play the game
everyone chill out
I hadn't even connected my thought processes you massive bastard. On a Friday afternoon this shit would fly.
There was no garage when I lived there, but a drive and a shed. I cut my knee playing and falling in an empty paddling pool when I was 4. The scar was a perfect rectangle.
Lee lived in the house on the left. Next along was Spencer who was born the same day as me. Heidi lived on the right. I fancied her I think, but not as much as Rebecca round the corner who was a few years older than me.
We left in 1987, right before the hurricane.
Stories are good, we should have gone for stories too.
I lived next door to Craig. My dad would shout bye up the stairs every morning when he was going to work. When he found out that Craig next door could hear him he started shouting "Enjoy your breakfast Craig" as well. An old man called George lived on the other side. We used to nick apples from the garden. There was a kid called Dan who lived down the way. He didn't use the brake on his bike, he stood on the back wheel instead. On the end of the row was a man who I was scared of but I don't know why. He owned two Robin Reliants, a blue one which he used everyday and a yellow one for special occasions.
I remember the only tiem I ever dialled 999; it was to tell the police 'Lee's been naughty'. I can't remember what he did.
Not far to our sledging place. Turn right from the view and then forward til you see the slope at the curve of the road.
Haven't thought to look at this since I moved away, 15 years ago.
Going to have a (virtual) walk around the village now. Memories :(
This was my view as I walked to school. I used to sledge on the hill in the distance when it snowed. Bob's shop is just over the green. On summer nights, we'd play out there while our parents sat outside the pub. It was a safer time. It was a better time.
Beautiful smooth run down to the bottom. You can see the whole village nestled in the wolds.
No wonder the paedos are everywhere :(
You dirt wizard.
lovely stuff. I want a t-shirt or a name badge or something with this on.
Tiger was a bit grottier, Gnu was a bit more upmarket, but also old fashioned with a proper tiny snug. The hunt used to ride out from the Gnu, and me and my mate would follow them on our bikes until they went off road and couldn't follow them anymore.
I've always just thought that house was a bit weird. And the sheer variety of types of houses on that street is mind boggling.
I had a friend who lived in Bearsted whose surname was 'Bearman'.
Everyone pronounced it Beer-man. He corrected us every single time.
but to many people who actually live(d) there corrected me and I eventually relented.
used to be a fairly bustling workshop/garage/petrol forecourt/grocery shop. and way before that, a blacksmith's, i believe. progress.
from my primary-ish age years, before that: http://is.gd/kwjvbh
*looks down thread*
Don't tell anyone though alright?
got a certificate for never being late
http://g.co/maps/d88py that's my Dad's car though, and he moved out a year ago.
I think that's my favourite so far, though James' is nice for a town pad.
although my dad's new flat is even better: http://g.co/maps/hxnmr (spin it around for the view).
My dad was brought up on a farm there. My grandparents used to have a flat just around the corner from there and my cousin still lives there
<3 <3 <3
hoping to visit at Easter <3
ostensibly to see my cousin's baby who I haven't met yet but actually to walk down the beach with an ice cream
i defo wanna live by the sea.
srsly! Would you work for a privately owned architecture practice? if so, i can put you in touch with some people in greenock about potential openings.
srsly! I currently work for one, so yeah. PM'd.
i like both
Not been there since I was 11.
Next door was big John, who lived with his dad Big John. He was 15 years younger than my parents and apparently used to bunk off school every day to drink stella with his mates. One of my overriding memories growing up was big john in his twenties and my dad drinking tins of Tennants super that they called "Mr T's". Big John could also burp the alphabet and chipped my playstation.
Turn around 180 degrees and you get a great view over Horsfall Stadium, where non-league Bradford Park Avenue play their home fixtures.
looks like a nice place to grow up.
Loved living there!
it reminds me of my ex's street here in Belfast.. uncanny
we don't use the front door so this is a pointless exercise
looks like you caught a plastic chair in the act of shagging your house
Don't hurt my parents please.
your dad should take up horticulture
i have a bit of a thing about the numbers 3, 33, 333
so I can't get a link to a picture. someone could do it for me, maybe?
8 Heaton Ave, SK7 3LG, if you're willing.
our front door was red. my last front door-related memory is my mum's old glame knocking on it on a rainy Saturday when I was eight, a few months before we apropos of nowt - or so I thought - did one down to Devon for seven years.
used to be a beech tree next to the house, but apparently it got the chop :(.
other things: the garages behind our massive back garden used to be red, but are now blue.
head-injury things: Calum from next door let the heavy woiden back of a small truck down on my suster's head one time, and hit her with a hammer on another. William and Thomas from next door-but-one threw a rock at me through the fence when I was five, as evidenced by a photo of me and my bruised forehead.
nice things: watching Euro '96 next door with the nice young couple (Sharon and Adrian) who moved in after the pervy old man who trimmrd the privet so he could see through and his wife moved out. and their little 'uns (Charlie et Harry). also riding up to the park on my go-cart with Adrian, Charlie and my sis.
there may be other typos.
I poured my heart into that, buddy. I declare a beef!
It's hidden behind a large hedge + the current owners seem to have the builders... but there it is. Lived there until I was 6 or 7ish.
this is weird to see, the front garden seems a lot bigger in my memory. probably cause i was 8 when we moved to another house
Sounds well dramatic
Also, wahaahalalalaaa, that zooming and stuff is making me dizzy.
open up the panel on the left. In the top right of the panel is squiggly line, click that and you get a link :)
They're both very nice though.
I think it's the intrigue of peering through the hedge with the sun shining through.
This episode of The Avengers starts with a guy running into where I grew up.
My grandparents lived in a massive house and we lived in a small house next door.
and here's it being knocked down after someone's partied in it for a year and a half apparently. nice.
and the 4 stupid-looking houses they've plonked up next to it
Trevor Howard used to live across the street apparently
That's awesome. And sad.
Had an amazing time growing up there.
Acres and acres to run around going "aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh" in. Plus we grew lots of plants for garden centres, farmed crops and such.
I think Moker must have been pissed there at some point in the 90s.
all got sold after the gramps both died. To be honest it was probably a big headache to work out what to do with, like.
What a shame though...
that house was lvoerly.
Can anybody here speak Welsh?
(Well, I got an A at GCSE short course).
meh, each to their own
actually looks loads nicer than i remember it.
I lived in at least 7 places before I was 11..
Nah it's just that my mum never had a bean so until she got the Co-Op flat she was living wherever was cheapest, which meant short-term housing and the like. :)
the middle house
then the middle house again
is it weird i like looking at houses? im really enjoying this thread.
Was a nice house. Had an open plan staircase and no banister. Was bloody cold in there though.
I don't want anyone else to live here. Nobody lived here before us. It's our house. I don't want anyone to have it :-(
toyed with the idea of selling their house. A real estate agent got wind of this and immediately came over to take pictures. I actually cried while she was running around the house going, "Oh! There's a family from Ohio that will be moving here and would love this house!" That's our home. :(
Thankfully, my parents decided not to sell the house. I love that when I go to visit my parents, I get to go back to my childhood home.
First one, behind the scaffolding: http://g.co/maps/7dc3e
Second one: http://g.co/maps/7nq2u
Third one, since demolished: http://g.co/maps/kszre
Story - when the downstairs bay window was put in around 17 years ago, the builders we employed tried to do a rush job and didn't erect proper supports. This led to the wall collapsing onto one of the men who, despite the best efforts of my brother who ran to his aid and had to scoop blood out of his mouth to attempt resuscitation, died in hospital.
Had pampas grass and a rockery in the front garden in my day. Proper 80s.
Moved there when I was 3. That's my mum's car on the driveway, which I learned to drive in. And the garage is a bedroom of sorts now. My bedroom is the first floor room with the big window. You can't see the back garden, which me and my friends utterly ruined playing football and cricket (there used to be a big bastard of a dust bowl at either end near where the stumps used to be... until my dad eventually relaid the turf).
Glorious place to grow up. The kind where you know what pavement smells like from playing out so much y'know?
It didn't have that odd growth on the roof when we lived there though. We moved about 15 years ago when I was 11. (So I could go to the same secondary school as all my friends.)
My friend still lives round the corner, a couple of years ago I went to a house party at his and got absolutely douched, stumbled round to the old place at about 2am and sat on the opposite pavement reminiscing for about 3 hours with further booze. Such an under-appreciated part of growing up tbh.
I feel weirdly stalkerish.
with a fineliner.
but are the equivalent of marilyninthesky at linkage :-)
I see the old man's put in a native garden - 10 years of water restrictions will do that to you. Was never much of a lawn anyway. Did a quick "walk" around the neighbourhood, and very few people have bothered to keep any grass, those that have are left clinging to yellow, patchy temples of deadness. One of whom is Mr Cheng, who got up in the middle of night to rip out the free gum trees he had been given by the local government (technically it was illegal to do so).
b) Theo's Takeaway Food & Pizza Bar!
B) an institution! Been there 30+ years. Still got 20 cent galaxian
Yanks make soaps about rich glamorous people. Aussies make soaps about comfortable middle class people. And Poms make soaps about the grey working classes. Of course they all manage to fit in a mad psycho bomber with hard to understand motives.
Anyway, I had a few Corrie flashbacks going through this thread. Always reminds me of being home sick from school as it was shown weekday mornings when I was a kid.
the alleyway behind my childhood home is cobbled. I hate the fact that it never rains in Corrie though, in all my childhood memories it's raining. North Manchester I love you, but you're bringing me down <3
but I found these pictures...
House from age of 2-8: http://ww2.durham.gov.uk/nd/smr/m/4-08-081-02.jpg (only the left hand side & the first 2 sets of windows in the middle)
House from 8-21: http://ww2.durham.gov.uk/nd/smr/m/4-08-065-01.jpg
Are they converted mills or something?
although no-one is completely sure exactly who/what lived in the second house.
All we know for definite is both are Medieval, with more work done from the mid 14-15th century onwards, and that's the same with all the houses in that little area.
Lovely Lincoln. Didn't have the works going on while I was there though!
If you do a 180 degree turn, that's my first school! :-)
i loved that house
...no streetview in North Kent apparently. Probably a good thing - the charming country bungalow I grew up in was knocked down a few years back and an eight bedroom mock Tudor monstrosity built in its place. To add insult to injury, the hospital I was born in has also been knocked down. Where the hell are they going to put my blue plaque?
This was our interim house:
You are now entering Thong
and we were going to the Charlie Chalk restaurant near here i think.
this wasnt on google maps a few months ago. looks really run down.. but we all moved from there a long time ago. Its sad to see it so scruffy :(
thanks good data thanks
Lived here till 1986. Jesus, that's a long time ago.
This was apparently the most expensive house in the town. But then again, that town was Accrington.