You lived in Swinton? Eden itself. You should have tried Salford, the air was so thick that we couldn't cough up anything. Walking to school was like wading through head high treacle, except if it had smelt of gasworks we would have thought it fragrant. There was no racism because all the white folks were black. And when the Indian restaurant opened, everyone who could afford to go there was amazed that food could actually have a taste.

Aye, but we 'ad it tough...


My mum's side were solid Salford. She went to school at Our Lady of Grace (might just have been in Prestwich). My grandad worked in the docks. If you asked him for directions to anywhere in Salford or Manchester he gave you them using only pub names!