Did anyone live in a tower block flat in the 70s? I spent the first eight years of my life in one, not unlike those shown here in Manchester.
It was pretty rubbish really, as there was no garden, and what playing spaces that existed were dominated by teenagers aimlessly pedalling round on their Raleigh Choppers and smoking. So really the only exercise you'd get would be in the school playground or precious trips to the park. It was also rubbish because I had to share a bedroom with my mum and my sister, the other bedroom was for my older brother who was in his teens himself and couldn't really be expected to share. I think he snores anyway lol.
Well, high rise living was rubbish, especially when the lifts broke down (luckily we were only on a fifth floor, there were poor sods ten floors up). In the late 70s, the councils decided to knock them all down and re-accommodate families in HOUSES. With GARDENS. That was fab. I only had to share with my sister for a couple of years then, and when she moved out in 1980 I got my own room. Marvellous.
Anyone else have any memories of high rise living? I think we got off lightly, there were estates far rougher than ours and some people got so depressed they committed suicide by jumping off the balconies. It was pretty claustrophobic, but then, if you're a child and don't know anything else, you just get on with it. And then when you get a HOUSE, you reckon you're living in Buckingham Palace.
It was pretty rubbish really, as there was no garden, and what playing spaces that existed were dominated by teenagers aimlessly pedalling round on their Raleigh Choppers and smoking. So really the only exercise you'd get would be in the school playground or precious trips to the park. It was also rubbish because I had to share a bedroom with my mum and my sister, the other bedroom was for my older brother who was in his teens himself and couldn't really be expected to share. I think he snores anyway lol.
Well, high rise living was rubbish, especially when the lifts broke down (luckily we were only on a fifth floor, there were poor sods ten floors up). In the late 70s, the councils decided to knock them all down and re-accommodate families in HOUSES. With GARDENS. That was fab. I only had to share with my sister for a couple of years then, and when she moved out in 1980 I got my own room. Marvellous.
Anyone else have any memories of high rise living? I think we got off lightly, there were estates far rougher than ours and some people got so depressed they committed suicide by jumping off the balconies. It was pretty claustrophobic, but then, if you're a child and don't know anything else, you just get on with it. And then when you get a HOUSE, you reckon you're living in Buckingham Palace.
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