The Poolie Bunker

Arthur Pickering.

I wonder if he really existed or it was a name they used for all the sports reporters like ‘Sentinel’…he could have been the offspring of a one night stand between Chipper and ‘The Docker’ off the Footy Mail.

Brian Arrundale.

Ronnie Pickering

Imagine meeting him at the traffic lights.

"Do you know who i am"

Yes your Ronnie Foooking Pickering

No, but I can phone the home if you have their number.

I am not a number, Did you see the size of that chuddy ball rolling down the beach.

Yosser Hughes

Showaddywaddy

Arthur played squash at West Rugby Club and often wore a tee shirt with "Iraqi Army" on the back of it.

I often see Arthur walking to Throston shops to buy a newspaper.

Toilet paper

Saddam Hussan

I don’t think that he buys the Hartlepool Mail!!

Never heard of him.

He was Arthur Pickering's rival as the Pools correspondent for BBC radio Cleveland/Tees for a long time. Those were the days when live commentaries weren't allowed and he phoned into the studio when goals were scored.

Those crackly phone lines often sounded like he was on the other side of the world rather than places like Rochdale or Tranmere.

True very crackly lines back then in the 80s 90s but wait that cannot be true ...Neil Armstrong got a live phone call from the President of the USA it was so so clear no crackly sounds and was only 250,000 miles away

But we had BT…Bloody Busby shitting all over the telephone lines.

What I would like to know is how we managed to fit a telephone line to the moon

Ivan Ash - or was it Ivor Nash?

Think it was Ivan

Henry " splash it all over " Cooper

Wasn’t Ivor Biggin was it…?

Texans n Curly Wurleys.
Stretchable chocolate bars.

Snorkel coats.

2 points for a win.
Games finishing at 4:40 on Saturdays with 10 mins for halftime.

The good old days.

Most important of all was your positioning on the final whistle to leg it over the car park to make sure you actually got on the No6 bus.

Clackers.

Wooden football rattles

Jimmy Clitheroe

A bit of nostalgia for you.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qv5wqsiTLHM

Never realised that Mrs Slocombe played his mother

The Navy Lark and Round the Horn.

Workers Playtime.

Two way family favourites.

Had to get the wireless battery charged up at the bike shop in Oxford St.

I’d run down Clarence Road to the United Bus Garage on the final whistle for the ‘Special’. It left when crammed. Always home near Rossmere Park for the 5 o’clock results on BBC.

Pools v Darlo.

Wilf Spence?

Its 50 year since the Likley Lads.
Did you know Thelmas Aunt Elsie lived in Hartlepool?

Wilf Spence did the same service but he was up Oxford Rd the Oxford St name was something like Yuil (not the builder)

Throston Bridge

The market in Lynn Street and the smell of toffee apples.

The bakery in Murray Street and that wonderful noise pulling smell of fresh bread buns

Everything Morrels

Aaaah Balmers mince pies.

Only ever went to Lynn Street once as a nipper but how strange you mention toffee apples because I only remember two things from that day one was these huge strippy canopies above every shop that amazed me as a nipper and two that smell of toffee apples.

Lawrence what a character what a nice bloke.

Remember his funeral, one of my sons knew him through the police , he was always getting chew, anyway he said I don’t know if anybody will turn up so what say we turn up..
Nice sunny afternoon, we turned up, you couldn’t get near the place.
If you think fair play is madness on my part…crack on…it won’t alter a thing.