We axed a tink tank of locals bawn before 1980 what they miss about the town and what they’d like to see brought back.
“Whahevur happent to the Hoh Poh?” – Geno, Beaubec.
“I miss the Drogs doing well, I lep on that bandwagon I did. Lep off it quick enough too when they staated looking for money…” – Jools, Sunnyside.
“I miss that there’s not as much robbed stuff down the maaket anymoor. I blem d’Internet. Sahurday mawnings just don’t be the same.” – Alfie, Haaminy Heights.
“I miss the fideo van man. He’d have all the latest European movies from Amsterdam. Sometimes he’d watch them with you ‘cos he’d have fellas waiting on them. Watching them alone on the Internet is grand an all but I do miss the company.” – Tom, Cartown.
“I miss the strip club. Closed too soon. It was class, pure class.” Deckie, Maash Road.
“I miss when everyone went to mass. It was a great comfort, all those chanting lads. All this access to rational thought and secularism is just nonsense.” Bridie and her sister Aggie, Nawth Road.
“When I was younger the traveller women would call on Sunday mornings looking for some food for the babba. It’s been years since they callt round, they musta got sorted.” Dale, The Dale.
“It’s funny, all the bars and the crisps kem in bigger portions back then and I wasn’t as fat as I am now. I miss that so I do.” Helen, Rosevale.
“I miss the violence of the docks. Nowadays there’s not that many ships floatin’ about but back in the 60s you’d be looking forward to testing your metal again the continentals down the eehhly howsis. Youngflas these days are soft, getting up early on Saturday mornings in their beards to look at erotic wrestling from Las Vegas instead of just fighting lads themselves.” JP, North Strand.
“People these days don’t put black bin liners under their clothes when it’s windy anymoor. No wonder people these days are always sick.” Pamela, College Rise.
“After the wife passed away I’d go for walks out in the country. The rustle of plastic bags used to give me great solace. She was always collecting plastic bags and putting them in presses. Then they brought in the plastic bag levy and you don’t see them getting stuck in the trees anymore. I got the grand kids to record themselves rustling some bags so I could listen to it on my ipod but it’s not the same. I miss that, to hell with the environment ‘Al be dead soon.” Charles, Millionaires Row, Rosnaree.