Ah @flatty it must have been daunting the first time you set foot on the mainland?
When my big package of pillows arrived the wife assumed I’d got her a dry robe
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What’s the difference between a dry robe and a wet robe?
It was. The most daunting was heading to London as an 18 year old with two hundred pounds and an address in the east end from a friend of a friend as a possible place to stay, and nothing else. 
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This should get a “nice post”
Ah, fair play, you’ve come a long way since then.
No one left taylors hill with access to only 200 pound. @flattythehurdler spinning an auld yarn…
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It was only for four months of the summer but it was scary enough tbh with no mobile phones etc. I was up to seven sisters the next day trying to find a squat a few Galway lads were in, to see about work. Didn’t find it, but got accosted by a black lad telling me I was surrounded by devils, that everyone around was a devil, and I should run away. It was most unsettling.
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After his year in the Institute of Education. Tis like a Dickens novel
- Never lived on or near Taylor’s Hill
- I had £200 cash and a one way ticket.
No mobile phones or internet back then.
I didn’t ring home for two weeks til I got sorted, and neither they nor I thought anything of it.
If my young lad did it now, I’d be on to the police.
It was indeed. What of it?
Sure the phone would have been ating 50p’s back then. Phoning was only for emergencies.
Remember you could get that sticky tinfoil on the sites and wrap it round one side and the edge of a 10p, and the phone box thought it was a 50p?
A piece of lead flashing carefully crafted worked as well.
Lovely swim today. Warmer than it has been. And a seal came over and hung around near us for about 5 mins.
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I thought this was going to break out into a Shane McGowan song and flatty would end up on the game in Cricklewood
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The blacks were mean in cricklewood, I was afraid to leave the crown