Chris Webb:
There was one in Gloucester near the river IIRC called the West End or something similar,digs as well.Cubicles with sacking up to the bloody windows.1967 ish I stopped there for one night and never again,more comfort in my Reiver,what a dump One of the âstaffâ cut her finger when making up bread and marg,licked her finger and carried on,no plaster,blood on yer bread
Bloody hell Chris that brings back some happy memories.Five shillings for a bed in 1960.What a dirty cold hole.And the smell from the soap factory next door! Dirty plates.Smelly staff.And thats only the good points! Regards Charlie
Eyup Charlie,aye so you had the pleasure eh? The rats used to queue up with you to get served.Was it as much as five bob,bloody hell that were yer night out money nearly gone,no wonder drivers ran bent and made another sheet out to get home - not as I would have âŚwell maybe now and againâŚand again
Is that truck stop type cafe still at Millbrook?,Calor and Freightliner had depots near it,last stayed there in 78,also the Pinewood top of road near ISR - they werenât bad although Pinewood was a bit dear.
Apart from the West End the worst one I ever had the misfortune to enter was one just off Manchester Piccadilly.I was looking for digs in thick fog one cold winters evenings in 1961.(Sounds like the beginning of a horror story eh?) The evening meal was two fried eggs on two slices of bread and marg.Bed was one pillow and two blankets( No sheets) What was breakfast? Yes two eggs on two slices again. Any Manchester boys any clues as to where it is or was? Regards Charlie
altitude:
What about that dump in the so called Cirencester lorry park ( the cafe and the lorry park ) what ever you have tastes the same----------------------- of whatever fat they use--------------and lotâs of it!!!
Good old Greasy Joeâs,John how could you.
Cheers Dave.
Always thought that place was a dump Dave, I would go hungry rather than use it.
altitude:
What about that dump in the so called Cirencester lorry park ( the cafe and the lorry park ) what ever you have tastes the same----------------------- of whatever fat they use--------------and lotâs of it!!!
Good old Greasy Joeâs,John how could you.
Cheers Dave.
Always thought that place was a dump Dave, I would go hungry rather than use it.
That and the one at Swindon John,two dumps in the same area.
Cheers Dave.
altitude:
What about that dump in the so called Cirencester lorry park ( the cafe and the lorry park ) what ever you have tastes the same----------------------- of whatever fat they use--------------and lotâs of it!!!
Good old Greasy Joeâs,John how could you.
Cheers Dave.
Always thought that place was a dump Dave, I would go hungry rather than use it.
Better off walking over to Tescos an using their restuarant
Park in Swindon truckstop and eat in Sainsburys simples
m.a.n rules:
the coronation now the truckers rest .late 70âs ran by 2 dirty old men .brothers i belive âŚ
m.a.n rules⌠Thats just a bit mild to say shock I think that place was the worlds worst.The airport cafe on the A38 was a palace compared to the truckers
rest. Didânt they have fairground trucks parked their before it closed.
While on old cafes how many of you used the Silver wheel on the A516 Tutbury to Derby.One of the lads from Showaddwoddy owned that cafe. I think that place has been closed a few years now.
John
The lad from Showaddywaddy was called Malcolm
Malcolm Duke Allured from Leicester who still runs MFN in Eastwood, the bikers will know this one
m.a.n rules:
moss cafe. was that the one at the s/b end of the 74 . also with a phone box outside with the std code for rockliffe iirc⌠pre mobile daysâŚ
Yes that was the one, there is a BP filling station there now.
I remember that one, we used to call it Todhills, think that was the name of the area. Plenty of parking which is still there albeit coned off with boulders. Big old house felt like you was eating in someones front room, i actually thought their breakfast was good but hey ho, l was a lot younger then.
The latest advert for MacDeeâs goes .âD is for diesel that runs our trucks- made out of recycled oil from our kitchens.â So,in effect, they are cooking with unrefined diesel oil?
aye the spoons at the moss were wired to the table to stop them escapingâŚ
one on the a76 around â â â â â â â in the 60s was(wi my dad) what a dump jimmy.
deeline:
jackâs hill cafe on the a5, food was alwayâs slop when i stopped there, was parked there one night and decided to have a drink in the lounge/bar, resembled an airport departure lounge with the low slung seating, anyway made the mistake of asking the big fat bird with tattooâs on her handâs if she could put the footie on, i was told in no uncertain termâs it was film night and everybody wanted to watch the film, there was only me and one other driver in, i would have made a point of this but she frightened the [zb] outta me just looking at her, other lad never objected either. she also worked in the kitchen which is probably why the food was consistently crap, no-one dare complain.
The big fat bird used to be married to the tall thin geezer who also works in the kitchen.
They have both been there since the A5 was all cobblestones.
the four fishes, now known as the super sausage -near the train stationâ a right [zb] hole 'still has a lot of overnighters probably due to the fact its frequented by âladies of the nightâ
I must have been easy to please years ago. Some of those mentioned above I didnât think were all that bad.
If the criticism of the French ferries that you had to reverse onto or off are the Schiaffino boats, I couldnât agree less. And I canât have been alone, they only had accommodation for 12 drivers, the rest were given the cash to go over foot passenger on Sealink and never paid a fare, always getting a lift with another driver for the price of a beer. I always got there early if I could because the first 12 drivers who arrived always elected to refuse the money and eat French.
The worst for me has been mentioned, West End Cafe at Gloucester. Dire sleeping in the stables.
A couple of corrections. The cafe on the northbound about half a mile short of Scotch Corner which became a Little Chef was the Clock.
Before the road was diverted under the roundabout the Scotch Corner Cafe was on the right just before the roundabout. Open all night I didnât think that was too bad but didnât stop if I was going over the top and could make Stainmore Cafe. The old one that is, with the big blazing fire in the front room and pictures on the wall of the 1947 big freeze and all the lorries abandonned in snow drifts.
Blimey doublereduction that brought some memories back, the windmill cafe, we used to go up there when i was in the mob and based at Ripon in the R.E. i had forgot all about the place till now, we had a good few bacon sarnies in there after midnight!
this would have been about 1963 !
Hi All,i stayed at the West End in the bad winter of 1963 jeez was it cold got in bed with the boiler suit on,food was vile cold water for a wash,never stayed again. Another one was the Greenwich Transport Motel in Tunnel Ave what a sâhole your boots stuck to what was left of the carpets upstairs,another one for sleeping in your boiler suit,bad old days eh.cheers Ted.
I stayed in some digs in Kings Lynn,February,early 70s.You got picked up in a van from the lorry park just outside the town centre.I have never been so cold in my life in that room,there were three Worksop BRS lads in the same room as me and we all slept in our boiler suits.I got up at about 0200 and walked to the wagon and away to Scunthorpe,it was warmer in an AEC MK5 and thatâs saying summat.
Chris Webb:
I stayed in some digs in Kings Lynn,February,early 70s.You got picked up in a van from the lorry park just outside the town centre.I have never been so cold in my life in that room,there were three Worksop BRS lads in the same room as me and we all slept in our boiler suits.I got up at about 0200 and walked to the wagon and away to Scunthorpe,it was warmer in an AEC MK5 and thatâs saying summat.
What are you a man or mouse I didnât realise you were such delicate human being, your problem was you did not have enough alcohol inside you.
ANON.
Chris Webb:
I stayed in some digs in Kings Lynn,February,early 70s.You got picked up in a van from the lorry park just outside the town centre.I have never been so cold in my life in that room,there were three Worksop BRS lads in the same room as me and we all slept in our boiler suits.I got up at about 0200 and walked to the wagon and away to Scunthorpe,it was warmer in an AEC MK5 and thatâs saying summat.
What are you a man or mouse I didnât realise you were such delicate human being, your problem was you did not have enough alcohol inside you.
ANON.
A mouse,in fact a church mouse,I was skint so couldnât get any ale that night.I wasnât a rich Pickfords driver like you,and in them days you Pickfords lads could keep warm round them lamps that you surrounded your wagons with in lay-bys.
Chris Webb:
I stayed in some digs in Kings Lynn,February,early 70s.You got picked up in a van from the lorry park just outside the town centre.I have never been so cold in my life in that room,there were three Worksop BRS lads in the same room as me and we all slept in our boiler suits.I got up at about 0200 and walked to the wagon and away to Scunthorpe,it was warmer in an AEC MK5 and thatâs saying summat.
Sounds like to me that you got picked up in âgangmastersâ van!! Sure you wernât dropped off in a cabbage field and were supposed to be grafting Chris!!! AnonII.
the worst cafe was the works canteen when i was an apprentice in a quarry garage . the tea was brewed in a 20 gallon boiler , it was brown at brekkie , grey at dinner and nearly black by 3-30 . they must have used 10 pound of lard a day , the plates were swimming , i soon bought a flask and took a packed lunch , cheers , dave
anybody remember the HAVEN just north of donny on the A1, a motel there now, i used to do a night trunk change-over there years ago, sure the bird working night shift was called doreen, tea was like bitumen and food was a definate no-no for me.
One of the âstaffâ cut her finger when making up bread and marg,licked her finger and carried on,no plaster,blood on yer bread
simples
was(wi my dad) what a dump jimmy.
