if he isnt bha,i would think maybe ex headhunter,esp if he drank in the maytree
Good call. Wonder what that man is doing now.......
if he isnt bha,i would think maybe ex headhunter,esp if he drank in the maytree
Didn't realise Darren Lyons had died, when was that ?
Cavern. So far, so good. Grew up on the estate, went to Falmer with some of those mentioned already and many nights spent at the 67 Centre. Clarkes, Dawes, Lyons, Beaky....all the right names. The last mentioned (I recall) later involved in heavy stuff in Ulster. As someone not deeply participating in this (I loved the club too much and still do), it seemed that Moulsecoombe was an obvious breeding ground but that Woodingdean and Whitehawk were far more active in the football side of things. Paul Gent was always in and round especially after he buggered up his gift and chance to play.
I spent a mad summer (1981) with Eddie D and funny to think about that dance club on the second floor by the Astoria. Small bottles of Pernod tucked inside Diadora Track suit tops. What a funny old place that was.....and remember the Teddy Boy nights well. Not so much fun was Eddie's rage fueled desire to snack the shit out of any poor and unsuspecting French, German, Italian students (usually 2-3 at a time) randomly available. It all went too far several years after when he attacked a taxi driver one night (a free ride home not enough) and he moved to HM Lewes. There was never a deep love for The Albion, it was a vehicle for a good ruck with away fans in town.
I'd be interested in your perspective on some of the NF infiltration that was a regular theme (at least on the East Terrace - as we were closer to the Away Pen in the NE Corner) and whether that was about silly impressionable boys or more deep seated. And also about some of the neighbourhood pubs White Admiral, Hikers Rest, Bevendean Hotel if your memories and experiences intersect. Some of my most shameful away days began early inside these establishments, transported by White Transit (Special Brew Fueled) to a far away terrace. I was much more a voyeur and apparently still am.
Yeah...........and I dont expect he'll be too happy to have his name plastered all over here btw!!!
Cavern were you with the wsf on the pre season tours to holland in 81 & 82. Some great memories of punch ups with the mollucans and general mayhem.
Oh gawd he'll be puting a name in the frame for the trunk murders next.
I don't think Queenspark Publishing will be taking this up. But saying that and after re reading it is very intersting. Take it away Cavern
I would go down and have a laugh at the Teds “doing the bop”
pssst Tim - It was SKINS spelt backwards because he did it himself in the mirror
Cavern. So far, so good. Grew up on the estate, went to Falmer with some of those mentioned already and many nights spent at the 67 Centre. Clarkes, Dawes, Lyons, Beaky....all the right names. The last mentioned (I recall) later involved in heavy stuff in Ulster. As someone not deeply participating in this (I loved the club too much and still do), it seemed that Moulsecoombe was an obvious breeding ground but that Woodingdean and Whitehawk were far more active in the football side of things. Paul Gent was always in and round especially after he buggered up his gift and chance to play.
I spent a mad summer (1981) with Eddie D and funny to think about that dance club on the second floor by the Astoria. Small bottles of Pernod tucked inside Diadora Track suit tops. What a funny old place that was.....and remember the Teddy Boy nights well. Not so much fun was Eddie's rage fueled desire to snack the shit out of any poor and unsuspecting French, German, Italian students (usually 2-3 at a time) randomly available. It all went too far several years after when he attacked a taxi driver one night (a free ride home not enough) and he moved to HM Lewes. There was never a deep love for The Albion, it was a vehicle for a good ruck with away fans in town.
I'd be interested in your perspective on some of the NF infiltration that was a regular theme (at least on the East Terrace - as we were closer to the Away Pen in the NE Corner) and whether that was about silly impressionable boys or more deep seated. And also about some of the neighbourhood pubs White Admiral, Hikers Rest, Bevendean Hotel if your memories and experiences intersect. Some of my most shameful away days began early inside these establishments, transported by White Transit (Special Brew Fueled) to a far away terrace. I was much more a voyeur and apparently still am.