Ah the 70s, when telly was good, and music too, women knew their place and casual racism was the norm. Where did it all go wrong?
That particular work was as a Weld Inspector working on one of the production modules for the Piper Bravo replacement for Alpha. There were two of us staying at the same hotel in Nairn, great days.
They'd ****ed up and mixed up the welding consumables so we had to inspect all of them. Hard work, clambering all over the place and precious little attention paid to safety, ****ing great days!!!
I had a yellow beret during my very brief Post Punk/New Romantic phase, in the early 80s. Must have looked a proper **** in that, a dinner jacket, and enormous black baggy trousers. Winklepicker shoes too, come to think of it. Didn't wear the beret many times. No photos of that look exist, at least I hope they don't.
It helps to have some knowledge of the place before criticising it. I was born in London and live here now. If you get your 'news' from ****ty right wing sources you'll obviously be clueless to what it's really like. I feel safer walking around here than I have in ****ty northern cities full of drunk low-IQ scum.
none these days it’s the old chinky virus that gets them now. Normal service will resume some time later in the year
I work shifts in Finsbury Park (google it). I walk under the railway bridge to the bus stop, on my own, at all hours. I feel completely safe doing that; I know who the drug dealers are, and they leave law abiding people like me alone. When I lived in Southampton, I never felt safe walking through a part I didn't know, after the pubs turned out. There was always a chance of an unprovoked right hander from a drunk stranger, just because you looked at him funny. That happens in most town centres in Britain on a Saturday night, but it almost never happens in London, or other big cities. There's lots of crime in London, but it's actually not that hard to avoid it. Burglary can be a problem, but only if you give the burglars a chance (like my ex wife did when she left the keys in the front door).