fao annyroad

[Guest kop75]

http://www.amazon.co.uk/exec/obidos/ASIN/1...product-details

[Spike]

three degrees of separation that. Peter evo is an author of LFC books. Anny Rd is also fat and bald.

[fyds]

Apparently so...

 

'Nicky Allt was a penniless teenager from the tough Kirkby district of Liverpool who wanted something more, when no one would employ him. In the late 70s that meant clothes, music and Liverpool FC. He joined a young scallywag crew who dressed different, spoke different and met at the Anfield Road End. Their travels would become legend as the Reds conquered Europe. The Road Enders were a bunch of blaggers and fighters to whom every No Entry sign was a challenge and every price tag a joke. They criss-crossed the continent, causing havoc in their wake - and had a whale of a time'

 

For those not from Kirkby, the 'Alt' (not Allt) is a famously smelly little stream/river that runs through the boundary of Southdene and Westvale, acroos the bottom of the football pitches of Brookfield School (as was in the 1970's). Any visitor on any summer evening at that time could have found themselves having a kickabout there with Thommo, Sammy Lee, Terry Mac, Dennis Mortimer and one or two others. This could be followed up by a pint or ten in the Falcon less than 200 yards away.

 

How times change...

Edited February 2, 2006 by fyds

[anny road]

no

 

And Spike...f*** off

[Guest kop75]

Apparently so...

 

'Nicky Allt was a penniless teenager from the tough Kirkby district of Liverpool who wanted something more, when no one would employ him. In the late 70s that meant clothes, music and Liverpool FC. He joined a young scallywag crew who dressed different, spoke different and met at the Anfield Road End. Their travels would become legend as the Reds conquered Europe. The Road Enders were a bunch of blaggers and fighters to whom every No Entry sign was a challenge and every price tag a joke. They criss-crossed the continent, causing havoc in their wake - and had a whale of a time'

 

For those not from Kirkby, the 'Alt' (not Allt) is a famously smelly little stream/river that runs through the boundary of Southdene and Westvale, acroos the bottom of the football pitches of Brookfield School (as was in the 1970's). Any visitor on any summer evening at that time could have found themselves having a kickabout there with Thommo, Sammy Lee, Terry Mac, Dennis Mortimer and one or two others. This could be followed up by a pint or ten in the Falcon less than 200 yards away.

 

How times change...

scroll down on the link i posted to the reviews....

[Spike]

no

 

And Spike...f*** off

 

 

Bugger, was gonna have a scan through it after FYDS' post as well to see if you were really in there. It's a f***ing great read btw to anyone who hasn't read it.

 

Anny - gonna send you an email - is the one in your profile still good?

[Gunga Din]

i'm in a book. Its called "The Kop" by Stephen F Kelly. there is an article i wrote about Istanbul in it, and an interview with me. its a cracking book though, charts the life of teh kop, and has interviews with Kopites from the early 20th century, right through to today, as well as contributions ex Liverpool players, opposing players, and referee's. its a cracking read.

[anny road]

Bugger, was gonna have a scan through it after FYDS' post as well to see if you were really in there. It's a f***ing great read btw to anyone who hasn't read it.

 

Anny - gonna send you an email - is the one in your profile still good?

 

 

kopitedave@aol.com

[StevieC]

In the OED under 'c*nt-witterings' come the follwing example:

 

This book is OK as pure fiction goes. That the author's attitude toward a certain larger city to the east hasn't remotely mellowed in over twenty six years, tells me he either doesn't understand the reasons for Liverpool's decline in the credibility rankings (Harry Enfield aside), or he is simply ignorant of the label-less Boys scene in Manchester in 1978-79, which may not have revolved around designer tags (AKA one taste fits all, especially them wot's not got the brains to suss out their own decent gear) but nonetheless entailed the wearing of multitudinous, extremely expensive garments of a much more obscure and stylish quality than a tracksuit. His bizarre references to "wool" as being unacceptable betray an utter ignorance of cashmere and some of the lesser-known fibres obtained from livestock in central Asian villages fabled for millennia. The boys in Manchester had no problem wearing tracksuits when the occasion demanded it, but somehow recognised that one simply has to work out one's own true preferences when it comes to style - and yet remain within the bounds of this brand-new unspoken (or as-yet unnamed) way of life. Scousers apparently have no ability to read anything more complicated than a LaCoste label, or Munsingwear, or Fila, or Adidas (even though, granted, these materials were being assembled in Europe at the time, and not in sweatshops as they suddenly became in the mid-80's). Which brings us directly to the Harry Enfield Era, when Liverpudlian "style" and originality was exposed for the ridiculous sham it has always been, and their entire label-oriented simple-minded little facade crumbled in a mess of shellsuit and plastic. Meanwhile, up the M62, the Mancs were evolving beyond the terraces and into the nightclubs, and the clothes were as stylish (and independent of labels) as ever. United even took over from Liverpool on the pitch, and did better than any English club before or since, while the cultural scene in Manchester reached a brilliant zenith, and a million ravers danced in the wash of strobes and freed minds. I often recall those wild and exciting days of 1978-79, when the scousers truly did bring hundreds-strong crews of boys to Old Trafford, and it was fun and games all day long - but let's not forget the days we spent in Liverpool, in crews over a thousand strong (or just a dozen of us taking the mickey on Scotty Road) and kitted out in the true real McCoy gear that England's ever seen. As a work of fiction, this book is great, but rip those labels off those silly shell suits, lads, and whaddaya got? A lorra lorra nothin;, that's what. RIP, and God bless.

 

What a pr1ck.

[Guest Red Flame]

Apparently so...

 

For those not from Kirkby, the 'Alt' (not Allt) is a famously smelly little stream/river that runs through the boundary of Southdene and Westvale, acroos the bottom of the football pitches of Brookfield School (as was in the 1970's). Any visitor on any summer evening at that time could have found themselves having a kickabout there with Thommo, Sammy Lee, Terry Mac, Dennis Mortimer and one or two others. This could be followed up by a pint or ten in the Falcon less than 200 yards away.

 

How times change...

Oi !! Leave our river alone.

The Alt rose from the Kirkby Industrial Estate fed by the likes of Bird's Eye and Diaper's and the paint factory in Northwood it then crossed Simonswood Lane (in sight of the Anfield Academy) and flowed underneath the length of Brook Hey Drive (our street) before re-emerging at Boyes Brow the other side of St Kevin's and Scruffwood's (!) playing fields and then THEN (and only then) took a left through Kirkby Old Town, Westvale and Southdene borders.

 

The smelliness came from our end of the river.

[Spike]

kopitedave@aol.com

 

Cheers

 

edit: YHM

Edited February 2, 2006 by Spike Starski

[anny road]

Cheers

 

edit: YHM

 

 

replied mate

[fyds]

Oi !! Leave our river alone.

The Alt rose from the Kirkby Industrial Estate fed by the likes of Bird's Eye and Diaper's and the paint factory in Northwood it then crossed Simonswood Lane (in sight of the Anfield Academy) and flowed underneath the length of Brook Hey Drive (our street) before re-emerging at Boyes Brow the other side of St Kevin's and Scruffwood's (!) playing fields and then THEN (and only then) took a left through Kirkby Old Town, Westvale and Southdene borders.

 

The smelliness came from our end of the river.

A St Kev's catlick lad judging by the 'Scruffwood' tag, eh? Brooky boy meself - 'our' river my a*se...Me and my mates were jumping that (and frequently falling in) before you were born lad! (by 'eck etc.)

 

Has the Bird's eye gone yet? Along with Marcone, Hygena, AC Delco, Kraft... I do believe that you may have contributed to the smelliness though...

[Guest Red Flame]

A St Kev's catlick lad judging by the 'Scruffwood' tag, eh? Brooky boy meself - 'our' river my a*se...Me and my mates were jumping that (and frequently falling in) before you were born lad! (by 'eck etc.)

 

Has the Bird's eye gone yet? Along with Marcone, Hygena, AC Delco, Kraft... I do believe that you may have contributed to the smelliness though...

The Alt is legendary.

As kids we would all play for hours at a time in, on and around its aromatic banks. The colour of the water was at times beyond belief. Some days it would be as mysterious as the waters of the Nile; sometimes it would be brilliant cobalt blue and then the next day, dark beligerent orange. Every now and then the river would belch small rainbows of polluted flatulence produced from a secret chemical interaction deep within its murky depths. The best days would be when one of the factories had disgorged heavy quantities of "electric ice". Globules of smoke would erupt and burst from a corona of bubbles as they made their collective way to eventual freedom in the Mersey.

 

The Alt? Don't tell me about the Alt !! The Alt and I are good buddies and I bet I could rival the longevity of your acquaintance with the Queen of the Waterways, fyds.

Edited February 3, 2006 by Red Flame

[fyds]

The Alt is legendary.

As kids we would all play for hours at a time in, on and around its aromatic banks. The colour of the water was at times beyond belief. Some days it would be as mysterious as the waters of the Nile; sometimes it would be brilliant cobalt blue and then the next day, dark beligerent orange. Every now and then the river would belch small rainbows of polluted flatulence produced from a secret chemical interaction deep within its murky depths. The best days would be when one of the factories had disgorged heavy quantities of "electric ice". Globules of smoke would erupt and burst from a corona of bubbles as they made their collective way to eventual freedom in the Mersey.

 

The Alt? Don't tell me about the Alt !! The Alt and I are good buddies and I bet I could rival the longevity of your acquaintance with the Queen of the Waterways, fyds.

...and yet some huge f**king rats managed to live in it - yep. in Kirkby, even the rats were that hard!

 

Ok Red Flame -old git stakes time - I first fell in the Alt at the third attempt (I managed to jump it the first 2 times) in my first year at Brookfield comp. which if I remember was during the Summer of Lurve, 1967. Unfortunately I fell in it quite regularly after that. Our favourite jumping spot was a tricky bit just to the left of where it undercuts Bewley Drive I've just realised that's almost 40 years ago....bugger.

[Guest PaulMcC]

i'm in a book. Its called "The Kop" by Stephen F Kelly. there is an article i wrote about Istanbul in it, and an interview with me. its a cracking book though, charts the life of teh kop, and has interviews with Kopites from the early 20th century, right through to today, as well as contributions ex Liverpool players, opposing players, and referee's. its a cracking read.

 

 

i seen that. Your bit's f***ing s****.

Edited February 3, 2006 by PaulMcC

[Guest Red Flame]

...and yet some huge f**king rats managed to live in it - yep. in Kirkby, even the rats were that hard!

 

Ok Red Flame -old git stakes time - I first fell in the Alt at the third attempt (I managed to jump it the first 2 times) in my first year at Brookfield comp. which if I remember was during the Summer of Lurve, 1967. Unfortunately I fell in it quite regularly after that. Our favourite jumping spot was a tricky bit just to the left of where it undercuts Bewley Drive I've just realised that's almost 40 years ago....bugger.

Gotyer !!

[fyds]

Gotyer !!

C'mon then lad - more definitive answers than a tabloid paper, please!

 

i'm in a book. Its called "The Kop" by Stephen F Kelly. there is an article i wrote about Istanbul in it, and an interview with me.

 

'Turkish Toilets, Splatter or Scatter?' by Big Wayne ; in: "The Kop" Stephen F Kelly, Ed. London, 2005

see also:

'Hanging around Turkish Bogs waiting for me mate - Honest' Anny Road, 'Bog Watchers Monthly' vol 1 No. iiv, Twyford a& Co., Stoke on Trent, 2005 ibid.

[Guest Red Flame]

I first went to St Kevin's in September 1964.

My first encounter with the River Alt was in 1962 when my family moved up to Northwood from Southdene. Although the ubiquitous River Alt razored its way through the town, I was not aware of its magnetic pull (probably something in the water) while we lived in Southdene.

 

We had lived in Southdene since 1954 when we moved into Heskin Walk which was the first street in Kirkby as you crossed the fields bordering the East Lancs road. My first school was Cherryfield and then St Joseph's in Southdene. In Northwood prior to my joining that well-known cloister of learning and academia called St Kevin's, my school was St Marie's.

 

As you correctly identified, I am a Rock Cake.