royhebb2:
anybody remember sally army, I think it was on gallowgate Glasgow cant remember I was only young then and afraid, one of our drivers ( onward transport) got a right bollocking from Glasgow policeman for weeing in shop doorway after pubs kicked out , thought we were going to get arrested especially when he called us sasenach barstewards,
I stopped a the Sally Army a few times in the 50/60s, the firm I worked for had a depot in Lloyd Street Rutherglen next door to British Ropes, We used to get the tram to The Sally Army Cheap & Cheerful & the had a billiard table too, They allways served smoked bacon for breakfast, I used to load out of the Camp Coffee factory next door, The good old days Eh, Regards Larry.
Read in the paper a few days ago about the Bell Grove. Its a centre for homeless men It seems the place is riddled with drug addicts. I also stopped at the David Lewis in Liverpool(Sally Am) Not too bad there. And the Sally Army at Sheffield. Seems I was a down and out in the early sixties! No change there then. Regards Charlie.
The only Sally Annie I ever stayed at was in St Helens. I slept on a folding bed in a dormitory containing about eighteen bodies in varying states of cleanliness. I jammed my suitcase under the bed and the delicate odour of unwashed bodies, sweaty socks and methylated spirits has lingered in my memory ever since!
The David Lewis in Liverpool was quite an improvement when it came to privacy- the âroomsâ were formed by dividing the space using plywood walls so that you only had one other room mate for company. The place was opposite what I assumed was a wartime bomb site which was handy for parking, especially with the gang of ten-year-old âsecurity guardsâ who would look after your lorry for a shilling!
Retired Old â â â â :
The only Sally Annie I ever stayed at was in St Helens. I slept on a folding bed in a dormitory containing about eighteen bodies in varying states of cleanliness. I jammed my suitcase under the bed and the delicate odour of unwashed bodies, sweaty socks and methylated spirits has lingered in my memory ever since!
The David Lewis in Liverpool was quite an improvement when it came to privacy- the âroomsâ were formed by dividing the space using plywood walls so that you only had one other room mate for company. The place was opposite what I assumed was a wartime bomb site which was handy for parking, especially with the gang of ten-year-old âsecurity guardsâ who would look after your lorry for a shilling!
My Guvnor always gave me half a crown to pay the âlorry mindersâ. They did a good job, we never lost anything
charlie one:
Read in the paper a few days ago about the Bell Grove. Its a centre for homeless men It seems the place is riddled with drug addicts. I also stopped at the David Lewis in Liverpool(Sally Am) Not too bad there. And the Sally Army at Sheffield. Seems I was a down and out in the early sixties! No change there then. Regards Charlie.
Just had a look on Streetview not the same place, thatâs about 1/2 mille further east. Theyâve just taken the name which used to be one word
charlie one:
Read in the paper a few days ago about the Bell Grove. Its a centre for homeless men It seems the place is riddled with drug addicts. I also stopped at the David Lewis in Liverpool(Sally Am) Not too bad there. And the Sally Army at Sheffield. Seems I was a down and out in the early sixties! No change there then. Regards Charlie.
Just had a look on Streetview not the same place, thatâs about 1/2 mille further east. Theyâve just taken the name which used to be one word
Many thanks for the info. There was a picture in the paper and when I saw it I thought I donât remember it looking like that. However 50 years is a long time. Regards Charlie
Anyone remember the Great Western in Glasgow, I only stopped there once in 1970, It was full of winose, The beds were clean but I didnât bother to dine there the place was full of down & outers but none of them bothered drivers that were staying there, They seemed to stick to their own, A port in a storm if you were stuck for somewere to kip , all part of being a long distance driver, Regards Larry.
Big Al:
If you remember Flishflunk there were two pinball machines in the left hand corner of The Cabin Cafe at Slattocks Bridge near the counter. I.I.R.C. if you accumulated twenty game credits and had a quite word with Bill the owner behind the counter, a ten bob note was secretly passed over and the score would automatically go back to zero .
Were The Corona Men and the lads from Cowley and Richardson your rivals in those days .
Regards Steve.
Also there was another
one on the A614 between Hatfield Woodhouse and Bawtry, by the railway crossing at Blaxton, served a great dinner, only a few hundred yards from
an Old Haulage firm Earnshawâs of Blaxton, they ran old KV ERF motors kind of Duck egg blue colour. regards Big Al
Hi Al,I remember that cafe but as always have forgotten the name and they are a blast from the past,Earnshaws of Blaxton,I can see 'em now trundling about in those ERFs
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Hi Al,
The old shed of Earnshawâs is still standing and the name is still over the top, the cafe is now flats. Over the level crossing towards Finningley âThe Station Hotelâ still serves excellent food but there is no transport cafe, I remember the good food there when Maude New ran it.
Aged about 10 I remember calling in at the âMayfieldâ at Garstang on the old A6, with my Uncle Jack in his Leyland Beaver, BJMâ â ? Belonging to George C. Croasdale of Haverthwaite. Huge load of round timber on a pole trailer. I used to like to play the pinball machines. Weâd be going to Riding & Andertonâs Seven Star Sawmill at Wigan.
The Mayfield had a massive lorry park. When the song âThe Weightâ by âThe Bandâ came out, with the opening lines
I pulled into Nazareth, was feelinâ about half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
âHey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?â
He just grinned and shook my hand, ânoâ was all he said
I always imagined pulling onto the Mayfield!
Jack used to tell me that when heâd been driving a furniture van for my Dad, in the late forties heâd stopped, with his mate, Joe Backhouse?, at âDirty â â â â âsâ at Garstang. Heâd been woken at 4am by Joe to say they were leaving. Joe kept his cigs and matches under his pillow. When heâd woken in the night and got up for a cig, the matches were so damp they wouldnât strike!
John West:
Aged about 10 I remember calling in at the âMayfieldâ at Garstang on the old A6, with my Uncle Jack in his Leyland Beaver, BJMâ â ? Belonging to George C. Croasdale of Haverthwaite. Huge load of round timber on a pole trailer. I used to like to play the pinball machines. Weâd be going to Riding & Andertonâs Seven Star Sawmill at Wigan.
The Mayfield had a massive lorry park. When the song âThe Weightâ by âThe Bandâ came out, with the opening lines
I pulled into Nazareth, was feelinâ about half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
âHey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?â
He just grinned and shook my hand, ânoâ was all he said
I always imagined pulling onto the Mayfield!
Jack used to tell me that when heâd been driving a furniture van for my Dad, in the late forties heâd stopped, with his mate, Joe Backhouse?, at âDirty â â â â âsâ at Garstang. Heâd been woken at 4am by Joe to say they were leaving. Joe kept his cigs and matches under his pillow. When heâd woken in the night and got up for a cig, the matches were so damp they wouldnât strike!
No wonder that generation died so young?
Aye the Mayfield at Garstang, One of the goodns IMO I often stayed there, Clean as a whistle, A bit noisey at night but nowt to really bother anyone if they were tired, The grub was top notch too & loads of parking area, The good old long gone days of good cafes & digs, Regards Larry.
haddy:
Come on John, what about the other EIGHT verses to that song â â ?
HmmmmâŚ
I guess the rest of it doesnât fit with the pulling into a transport cafe, knackered, but that was the image for me! As with all these things, still is, if it ever comes on the radio.
Jack also told me about digs in Airdrie. Cant remember the name sorry. Again he was loaded with round timber - which looked impressive. A cafe with Nissen hut dormitories outside. Winter. Late 50âs. there was a wood burning stove in the middle which anyone who woke up would feed with logs.
Next morning after a very hard frost, nothing would start, including Jackâs Leyland. Then a young Liverpudlian came out last. In his twenties, he started shouting the odds immediately about what a bunch of useless f****** they all were. He had an Albion 4 wheeler. There were about 40 drivers willing his truck not to start!
Of course it did.
He pulled another one off (to start that isâŚ) and eventually they were all going - except for Jack. His lorry looked so big they were all avoiding him. He pleaded with the Liverpudlian that it would start easily. Sure enough after a few yards it was running. Different world.
John West:
Jack also told me about digs in Airdrie. Cant remember the name sorry. Again he was loaded with round timber - which looked impressive. A cafe with Nissen hut dormitories outside. Winter. Late 50âs. there was a wood burning stove in the middle which anyone who woke up would feed with logs.
Next morning after a very hard frost, nothing would start, including Jackâs Leyland. Then a young Liverpudlian came out last. In his twenties, he started shouting the odds immediately about what a bunch of useless f****** they all were. He had an Albion 4 wheeler. There were about 40 drivers willing his truck not to start!
Of course it did.
He pulled another one off (to start that isâŚ) and eventually they were all going - except for Jack. His lorry looked so big they were all avoiding him. He pleaded with the Liverpudlian that it would start easily. Sure enough after a few yards it was running. Different world.
John
Donât you just hate it when young upstarts do that? Mind you he would be about my age, or a bit older perhaps, so heâs an old â â â â now too.
Before my time, I am only 71, but I remember the old blokes telling me how, with all the wagons having starting handles, the first job in winter was for the whole group to go round every motor one by one and crank them into life with everyone pulling on a long rope like a tug of war team. Imagine all those Gardners at 4 in the morning and the cloud left hanging over the digs when they had all departed.
John West:
Jack also told me about digs in Airdrie. Cant remember the name sorry. Again he was loaded with round timber - which looked impressive. A cafe with Nissen hut dormitories outside. Winter. Late 50âs. there was a wood burning stove in the middle which anyone who woke up would feed with logs.
Next morning after a very hard frost, nothing would start, including Jackâs Leyland. Then a young Liverpudlian came out last. In his twenties, he started shouting the odds immediately about what a bunch of useless f****** they all were. He had an Albion 4 wheeler. There were about 40 drivers willing his truck not to start!
Of course it did.
He pulled another one off (to start that isâŚ) and eventually they were all going - except for Jack. His lorry looked so big they were all avoiding him. He pleaded with the Liverpudlian that it would start easily. Sure enough after a few yards it was running. Different world.
John
Donât you just hate it when young upstarts do that? Mind you he would be about my age, or a bit older perhaps, so heâs an old â â â â now too.
Before my time, I am only 71, but I remember the old blokes telling me how, with all the wagons having starting handles, the first job in winter was for the whole group to go round every motor one by one and crank them into life with everyone pulling on a long rope like a tug of war team. Imagine all those Gardners at 4 in the morning and the cloud left hanging over the digs when they had all departed.
I worked in a disused chalk pit. We left the Gardners ticking over over night. Setting off in the morning was driving through an eye watering blue fog
marshman:
I worked in a disused chalk pit. We left the Gardners ticking over over night. Setting off in the morning was driving through an eye watering blue fog
I hope you werenât sleeping in them Bob, I slept in my old Atki on a very cold night and woke up choking because the wind had changed direction .
mushroomman:
Cracking picture that Chris and you are dead right it was a bit before my time . My old mate Cyril Kelly R.I.P. worked for Hansons for donkeyâs years and he reckoned that the best paying tanker job was moving Tallow from Liverpool to Trafford Park. One load a day, empty to Liverpool, load and wash off, tip Trafford Park wash off, back to the yard job and finish 10 hours guaranteed.
Regards Steve.
Was this tallow moving around the time of William Brennan Bulk Liquids? There was a tankermans tale that Billâs drivers became some of the richest men in Calverley
It was no coincidence that when a driver was found with head injuries outside a pub on English Street in Hull. Police suspected foul play, however he hadnât been robbed as his pockets were still stuffed full of money, more was found hidden in the cab and the tallow work seemed to dry up soon after. It was suggested later that he had just had a few too many. Well he could afford it.
Just found this thread and saw Billy Brennan was mentioned,the guy who was killed on English street was called Jack,cant remember his last name,he was an ex sailor,lived in his cab all the time,and yes some of Bills drivers made a few quid with the tallow,i worked for Billy Brennan in the 80s,he wasnt that bad a fella really,it was his second wife who was a bit wierd,think her name was Ann,her son John worked for bill, he took Bills surname,so there were two boys,John and Paul,Paul was from Bills first marriage,
Hi Chris 54 I worked for Bill for a couple of months it was after I was made redundant from Magnet, he he told me when he set me on that if he did not get the Anglia Oil contract renewed he would have to finish me but as it was October I started the Monday straight after finishing at Magnet on the Saturday.
I was based down at Retford with Keith,Arnie and Bill but I was up at Morley the night when the plane came down at Lockerbie for a service, I was thinking of thumbing it home to Sheffield as I only lived 15 minutes walk from junction 36 of the M1 but it was â â â â â â â down so I decided to stop and went to the pub with another driver who was on service and I canât recall who it was, but as you say I found Bill dead right to work for but I had known him since the late 60s as I had a few lifts from him when he was on S&R
sammyopisite:
Hi Chris 54 I worked for Bill for a couple of months it was after I was made redundant from Magnet, he he told me when he set me on that if he did not get the Anglia Oil contract renewed he would have to finish me but as it was October I started the Monday straight after finishing at Magnet on the Saturday.
I was based down at Retford with Keith,Arnie and Bill but I was up at Morley the night when the plane came down at Lockerbie for a service, I was thinking of thumbing it home to Sheffield as I only lived 15 minutes walk from junction 36 of the M1 but it was â â â â â â â down so I decided to stop and went to the pub with another driver who was on service and I canât recall who it was, but as you say I found Bill dead right to work for but I had known him since the late 60s as I had a few lifts from him when he was on S&R
cheers Johnnie
Hei Johnnie,I know who you are,met you a few times up and down the road,i remember Anglia Oils very well as i was based in Hull,i remember going out to the pub one night with the Richardsons,father and 2 sons,jesus what a night,the sons worked for Billy but old man Richardson had his own rigid which was in Bills colours,good old days,
sammyopisite:
Hi Chris 54 I worked for Bill for a couple of months it was after I was made redundant from Magnet, he he told me when he set me on that if he did not get the Anglia Oil contract renewed he would have to finish me but as it was October I started the Monday straight after finishing at Magnet on the Saturday.
I was based down at Retford with Keith,Arnie and Bill but I was up at Morley the night when the plane came down at Lockerbie for a service, I was thinking of thumbing it home to Sheffield as I only lived 15 minutes walk from junction 36 of the M1 but it was â â â â â â â down so I decided to stop and went to the pub with another driver who was on service and I canât recall who it was, but as you say I found Bill dead right to work for but I had known him since the late 60s as I had a few lifts from him when he was on S&R
cheers Johnnie
Hei Johnnie,I know who you are,met you a few times up and down the road,i remember Anglia Oils very well as i was based in Hull,i remember going out to the pub one night with the Richardsons,father and 2 sons,jesus what a night,the sons worked for Billy but old man Richardson had his own rigid which was in Bills colours,good old days,
Chris
Hi Chris I was not sure if it was you, but yes we had a few jars especially if there was any delays at the plant so used to wait in the pub to while the time away , How you doing now as I have been retired a few years now and just keep in touch with things on the computer
regards Johnnie
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There was a tankermans tale that Billâs drivers became some of the richest men in Calverley 