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« Reply #45 on: Thursday, January 20, 2011, 20:47:15 »

Black and White floor tiles in the Brunel with the big arched roof overhead.
Lemon Plaice.
Treats.
Speed bumps on Queens Drive, what the fuck was that about!
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« Reply #46 on: Thursday, January 20, 2011, 20:49:36 »

The prefab library Cool
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« Reply #47 on: Thursday, January 20, 2011, 20:50:43 »

the octobus.
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« Reply #48 on: Thursday, January 20, 2011, 20:51:08 »

When Swindon stopped at the Link Centre

As far as I'm concerned Swindon stops at the end of Wootton Bassett Road by the Running Horse.

I recall late 60's having got a late night invite to go and stay with a bird out in the wilds of Broad Town.... the road to Bassett was pretty quiet once you were under the bridge, it passed by what is now flats in the old Mannington Farm...then derelict.  It was temporary home to a gang of Hell's Angels, as I pootled past on my Lambretta, I got lashed round the head by a length of chain....I seriously thought I was going to die.  Got the Moped going as fast as poss, and happily made it for a night of debauchery.
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« Reply #49 on: Thursday, January 20, 2011, 20:51:39 »

yep.good chase back in the day

i remember brians barbers too.cheap as fuck and rightly so.i went there when i wanted the extra cash given to me to buy fags.his moustached mrs used to sit there in silence and sweep up after every haircut.
waynes or ians on commerical road did much better cuts but cost more.

Ians....died a few years back.....used to be one in Manny Road who did quiffs and odd styles.

Lemon Plaice...forgot about there.
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« Reply #50 on: Thursday, January 20, 2011, 20:53:07 »

Strippers on a Sunday afternoon in the Grapes on Faringdon Road.

What they could do with a skipping rope was nobody's business.

Happy Days...
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« Reply #51 on: Thursday, January 20, 2011, 20:54:13 »

Stan Pine.....flower man outside of Mcilroys.
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« Reply #52 on: Thursday, January 20, 2011, 21:00:29 »

Also real town centre pubs such as the Lamb and Flag, the Rolling Mills and the original Sir Daniel's Arms.

You're going back a long way there.  Thing is, before the chain pub invasion of Fleet Street that happened pretty much over the space of 6 months in about 1997, the town centre was a pub desert (with a very few exceptions)...and utterly deserted after the shops shut.  The centre of town was shopping; Old Town was for going out.  Although the clubs were in the town centre, a good mile+ away from the Old Town pubs, leading to a mass migration of literally hundreds of pubbers & clubbers down Victoria Hill around 9.30pm most Fridays and Saturdays.  The sight of that really sticks in my mind.

Remember a 'trip down memory lane' type article in the Adver from (I think) the early 1990s where they listed out the old pubs in the town centre that, by then, were long gone.  Real town centre pubs were few & far between.
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« Reply #53 on: Thursday, January 20, 2011, 21:03:29 »

The Rolleston was my haunt.....and Level 42?...next door.

Indeed it is where i met my wife....a few moons back now.
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« Reply #54 on: Thursday, January 20, 2011, 21:04:27 »

the fakey sport shop at the top of the brunel market was a highlight
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« Reply #55 on: Thursday, January 20, 2011, 21:06:55 »

The Rolleston was my haunt.....and Level 42?...next door.

Indeed it is where i met my wife....a few moons back now.

Level 3 I think it was called. Got horribly pissed in there one night on Southern Comfort.

I still can't even smell the fucking stuff all these years later without feeling sick.
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« Reply #56 on: Thursday, January 20, 2011, 21:14:44 »

Level 3....of course.
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« Reply #57 on: Thursday, January 20, 2011, 21:24:08 »

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« Reply #58 on: Thursday, January 20, 2011, 21:26:36 »

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I remember it being £2.50 to stand on Shrivenham Road and watch Swindon when I was a junior.  We used to get there really early as well, so me and my brother could get near to the front.  My dad used to stand right at the back with all his mates and then come and collect us at the end.  You'd never dream of separating from your kids at a football match now.  How times change.
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« Reply #59 on: Thursday, January 20, 2011, 21:34:13 »


The 2 lion statues in town centre

One's still there.
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