Yes I also miss SE1/SE17
I moved away from the Old Kent Road when I got married in 1969 and bought a bungalow in Essex for £5,700! I know that now sounds rediculously cheap, but my salary was less than one fifth of that back then. Having said that, property prices have grown way out of proportion to salaries. The same property would now be worth in the region of £300,000, and I don't think there are many young first time buyers with an income of £60,000+
I left school at age 15 withiout a single G.C.E., as they were known in those days and was, like all my mates, a product of the Coucil house system. But we
all ended up buying our own homes. We truly were a lucky generation.
I've been back to my old stomping ground a few times over the years and of course it's changed, almost out of recognition. The two houses I lived in are both now gone, as is the old fishing tackle shop, Millwall's old Den, the' Hole in the wall,' (where George sold the best pies, chips, faggotts and peas pudding in the world,) the 'Regal' and the Astoria' cinemas. Even the old canal where, armed with a jam jar and net, I spent many a blissful summer Sunday catching sticklebacks.
I remember spending a lot of money on sick animals at a certain place just off of the Old Kent Road back in those days.Unfortunately I didn't know they were sick before I backed them.....
R.I.P. New Cross dog track!
New Cross dogs....
I used to go every Thursday and Saturday evenings. I used to give mym mum a bit of housekeeping out of my wages on Fridays and then lose the rest down the dogs on Sturdays. Come Thursday I would borrow a couple of quid so I could go racing that evening and then pay it back out of my wages the next day. And so it went on, from my first experience of dog racing in 1964 until I met my future (first) wife in 1968 and had to sart saving for a deposit on a house. The famous old dogs in those days were: Lisroe jack, Muswell Matador, The Grange Gem, etc. I can remember one night when there was an open race and New Cross's darling, Muswell Matador, had been backed like he was the only dog in the race. He was leading going in to the final bend and the hare came off! There was a near riot!
I can remember one Easter Saturday when they held two meetings, a morning one and an evening one. A certain dog, who's name esacpes me, ran at both meetings and won both times. Can you imagine that in this day and age? I used to take two quid with me and that paid for my entrance fee, (4/6d) and a five bob bet on the first seven of the then eight race card. If I had anything left by the eigth and final race I would then have a bet on that. Win, lose or draw, me and my two mates would always walk home and disect the evening's racing and discuss where we had gone wrong. Magic.
Unfortunately, Jan, my selections did run like Mick the Miller. There was one dog at New Cross that always used to run very wide. A disgruntled punter suggested to the owner that he put some lead in the dog's left ear. Asked how he should go about it the punter replied...'With a shotgun!'
I miss SE1. I was born in 12 St James Street,now gone, moved in with my grandparents ( Clapton Builings gone ) all friends and family now gone. I now live in Wales (was never home) I wish to finish my days back home.