
I Too Became A Dissident
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*dis·si·dent noun a person who opposes official policy, especially that of
an authoritarian state.*
I see that Google agreed to set fire to the Reichst...
3 weeks ago
8 comments:
that's you with the bike at the street lamp
That is a very good possibility .
cool photo. I remember that gas station. I think it is gone now.
I worked there for one pound and five shillings a month which went up to one pound ten when I learned how to fix punctures. What a thrill.
I was about fourteen at the time so it was around 1960 or even 1959.
One day I was riding the bike down this road so fast that when I made the turn to go in through the door of the garage I couldn't make the turn and went straight into the wall beside the garage door. The highlight of the time there was when Brendan O'Dowda came in to fill his MG. He chatted to me for a while and was very nice.
I hated that place, greasy , dirty and roughneck employees.
There was a pub just beyond the phone box that can be seen in this photo...it was called Val Hattons (AT THE TIME) and was where uncle Des had a pint or two on occasions.the garage is still there i think or was up to a few years ago
I thought you worked at the Crumlin road petrol station.?
Escuse me but i went on a dete with a fella who worked in a garage he wasn't greasy or dirty and he had a lovely neck!! he did tell me about this fella that worked there alright who had a hard neck......was that you!!!:)
Aer Jim a hard neck... hardly. He was likely just put out be the oily stuff on the bottom of his Gucci shoes.
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