That's what I meant by raw! Don't know about Stornaway, but a mate did bring me some from Scotland once and it was fantastic. I found it very similar to the Irish.
Christ how old are you? I remember the numbers being shorter, mine was 79731. They added 5* to all the numbers, but starting 2 is a Newcastle or Shields exchange, surely?
Shoot When Tyne Tees first started covering football, with Saturday night highlights in the early Sixties, "Shoot" seemed a snappy and appropriate title for the programme. It was one which would continue for another 20 years and also be adopted by an even more long-running juvenile football weekly. Early coverage used film cameras, with the ever-present risk that a goal might be scored whilst the film was being changed. Tyne Tees later acquired a more professional outside broadcast unit, but "Shoot" never entirely shook off its shoestring image. The programme's first commentator was George Taylor, TTTV's long-serving Sports Editor, and someone still involved in football today, as head of Player Liaison at Newcastle United FC. He was succeeded by David Taylor, a somewhat mysterious commentary choice, as Taylor was a straight journalist who later went on to report for "World In Action". Taylor took the helm throughout the early Seventies, bowing out at the end of the 1973-74 season, his last commentary was a 1-1 draw between Newcastle and Birmingham.
Happy days. Some of you on here are older than me but when I started going to games in 78/79 season football was a working mans sport. When I got to 16, 82/83 season we used to go for a drink in the Glue pot bar at the Roker Hotel. 10p off a pint on match days cost the princely sum of 48p. 20 Gold Mark for 99p then off to Roker Park, squeezing in the under 16 turnstile stinking of beer for £1.60. Bovril so hot you could use it as napalm, pies so chewy they could bounce to the moon. Nee bolt or paper in the Fulwell end bogs. Wish those days were back.
Aye, bomber Roach, big ****er from Bristol, strong as a ****ing ox that bloke. Died of a heart attack poor bugger.
Aye Kent Walton "Have a good week till next week." 4-5 on Saturday afternoons. The Royle Brothers, Mick McManus and Les Kellett. Great days.
Always remember me mother answering the phone like that, strange as I'm sure the person calling knows what number they've just rang! On a side note, black pudding is vile ... end of!
