The public lavs at the foot of the Wynd, where the garage is now. Al fresco, but they still stunk. And John Dickie stood outside, all day. Every day. Customers at Dorie's 'cafe' were directed there for comfort breaks.
Whit aboot the pishers at the Newtoon park the yin behind the goals wiz bad bit the yin nearest Martins chipshoap used ti bee howlin. A bet it still is?
Ok - ah'll start i aff.
ReplyDeleteThe Auld Viewforth Bogs
Artex, Mildew and ammonia in one tiny cupboard.
The public lavs at the foot of the Wynd, where the garage is now. Al fresco, but they still stunk. And John Dickie stood outside, all day. Every day.
ReplyDeleteCustomers at Dorie's 'cafe' were directed there for comfort breaks.
Whit aboot the pishers at the Newtoon park the yin behind the goals wiz bad bit the yin nearest Martins chipshoap used ti bee howlin. A bet it still is?
ReplyDeleteThe auld bog thit yoost ti be opposite the foondry,mind, up the wee lane thit noo heids tiwards the railway. It wis like u bus shelter
ReplyDeleteAh'm surprised naebdy mentioned them earlier Lorne
ReplyDeleteWis in the Anchor bogs the nicht - despite new management, still mouldit.
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