The neighbourhood is dark and dreary, Boarded up houses, people weary. Pensioners with nowhere to go Families just putting on a show. Everyone trying to do their best Living their lives in this great big mess! That’s what I thought before I found Community centres all around. Places of activity Groups for them and for […]
In the same boat – a poem about Langley
We came in 55 from the prefabs What a lovely house! Gardens, indoor toilets and stairs for the first time – we ran up and down them all day long But winter in Langley was freezing No central heating so I’d warm my legs by a stove in the mornings drinking a cup of tea […]
‘Who needs money when there is love?’
Where do I start? I was born in 1967 and we moved up from Clayton, Manchester. Darnhill was where everybody knew everybody, and was very friendly. As a kid growing up you didn’t dare do anything wrong as there was this one bobby we called him Sherlock and he used to ride around on a […]
Growing up in Langley
I came to Langley with my mum and dad when I was just a baby and we lived in the flats on Rowrah Crescent just overlooking the Golf Course. I remember the coal fire we had and burning my fingers on a piece of coal. I was only about 4 or 5. I remember the […]
