In it's younger days yes, once it gets wet behind the ears it gets stuck though.Is it really true that cement works?
In it's younger days yes, once it gets wet behind the ears it gets stuck though.Is it really true that cement works?
Yes. the bowling alley closed in 1989. I too thought the laser quest had taken over the same space, I was amazed to find it was still there. As you say it must be enormous down there.
See posts #70 and #77. Apparently it was 1999, not 1989 and the first article I read was wrong. Certainly more than enough people remember going there in the 1990s for me just to dismiss it as one or two of you having hazy memories! (Even though I still don't remember it being open!)I remember missing the England V Belgium game (and Platt's "overhead" kick) as I was Ten pin bowling that evening and I could swear that was at King Alfred which must make it 1990. Are you sure it was 1989 or was I somewhere else?
That’s him … spent the summer before I went to Uni knocking around with him. His Dad worked in the Middle East and bought him a very fancy digital watch. If you pressed a button, the time lit up in red numbers. That was it. Seemed amazing and cost a fortune.Brilliant bowler. He was 16/17 when I was bowling. Top international.
It's basically now a specific photographic genre https://www.urbex.co.uk/Great memory invoking pictures but "Urban Explorer?", is that what we have to call trespassers these days?
Ahh the fabulous Beeding Cement works, once mooted as a possible site for the new stadium, and alternatively a dark ski villagePathetic isn't it . . .we used to regularly explore the Cement works, just for fun, climb the ladder up the chimney etc etc.
now it warrants photo's and a website seeking some kind of medal or something.
I didn’t really know the Brighton lot only the bowlers who came over for the Friday night scratch league in Worthing.That’s him … spent the summer before I went to Uni knocking around with him. His Dad worked in the Middle East and bought him a very fancy digital watch. If you pressed a button, the time lit up in red numbers. That was it. Seemed amazing and cost a fortune.
The other names I remember from around that time:
- Geoff ?? who was the manager. The only person I ever saw bowl a 300 game.
- Mike Tizzard (Asst Mngr). Smoked fat roll ups.
- Ken ?? was the other AM, promoted from Chief Mechanic
All had luxurious moustaches and long hair IIRC.
I worked there a couple of nights a week in my late teens. Sunday nights, the lights were turned off and we played records over the PA, interrupted by “ticket number 26 to control, please. That’s ticket number 26 … thank you”. I got a 20% pay rise to 60p an hour when I turned 16.
Carefree days indeed.
Terrific thread, I had not appreciated the sad demise of the place. Used to go swimming there in the early 70s and seemed to recall they had a major (thanks WZ for confirming) and a minor pool. I don’t recall it being that cold _ the outdoor pool at Cottesmore RC school, now that WAS cold - nor it being saltwater, I used to reek of chlorine after using it. Always had a bag of iced gems afterwards, oh how I lived!I don't remember it being salt water, but I do remember the King Alfred Major pool was where they gave Jack Liddell a gun, annually
Those who are old enough will know how very very frightening that is on every level
I can't believe no one has mentioned the grab- a - granny Friday night bunfest popular with the unlucky in love singles. Very popular when when I used to haunt the King Alfred in the early nineties.
When does light petting become heavy petting Harry ?King Alfred bowling? They had the BEST OXO flavoured crisps. Ever. Fact.
I learned to swim in the rather cold pool in around 1965. There was no flume or any such bollocks back then. The chlorine was indeed insane. We spent so long in there one day that we all has 'mist' vision when we came out.
And "NO HEAVY PETTING"
And while we are thinking about going where we shouldn't, my dad and I wandered through Longhill school of a weekend, as it was being built (62/3). climbing through classrooms, and all over it. All accessible. Some years later (66), after moving to Portslade, I tried to do the same when St Nick's junior school mark 2 was being built. It was all fenced off and inaccessible. I was distraught.