Currently listening to the Piccadilly Radio recording that Timmy Mallet has put out from his time as a DJ there. Basically handed 2 hours over to Terry to play his favourite songs and present them.
Needed something to listen to while sorting out a full big ikea bag of washed socks into pairs. Really helped. Always felt you get a real good insight into people by listening to the music they love. Some great tracks from many genres and many decades. Plug’s some of his own material too, which isn’t a bad thing.
No he didn't. Coventry was an awful place at the end of the 70s and early 80s.
Beautifully put, Otis. I wasn't born in Cov but came into the City a lot in the late 70s and early 80s, and not just for the football. As a Mod in 82/83/84 I remember regularly being chased by skinheads through the precinct. Going back to my scooter after wandering around the city centre and finding it either pushed over or the seat covered in spit. It was an awful, scary place back then. A concrete jungle all right.
The "yeah but, he slagged off the city" argument is a weak one.
Spent my early years growing up in Exhall, attending St Giles middle school and playing over Heckley fields, Parker’s Farm & Hawksbury Junction, great times up until 1980 when aged 11 my Dad was made redundant and the family decided to make a fresh start and head for Suffolk.
Always kept in touch with a few close school friends, regularly staying with the family of one mate in particular during the school summer holidays, on one particular Sunday afternoon whilst hanging around Heckley park a group of about 10 of us decided to catch the bus and head for Coventry city centre.
As someone now living away, I knew very well that Coventry was down on its luck and had earned itself a pretty fearsome reputation, I hadn’t a clue what we’d find in Coventry but I was exited to find out.
We all jumped off the bus in Pool Meadow wearing our best ‘Two Tone trousers’ ’Fishtail
parkas’‘ ‘Harrington Jackets’ and ‘Monkey Boots’.
My first thought was how quiet it was, a beautiful warm Sunday afternoon in the City Centre and it was dead, then x 2 (what looked liked) armoured police black Maria’s and 1 panda car swooped on us out of no where barking 40 questions at us. Where were we going, where had we been, what school did we attend etc etc, then took all our names and addresses.
On giving my (Suffolk) address, accompanied by some chuckles among my mates, the asking copper pushed 2 of my mates clean out of the way in a rush to get to me, “Are You Taking The Fucking Piss Out Of Me” 🫣 I was terrified and speechless, honestly thought he was about to punch my head inside out.
not really sure what happened or was said after that but they just suddenly left as quickly as they’d arrived.
Walk round the corner and further up towards what I now know to be Broadgate, we find some seats and begin to discuss what just happened, we could hear laughing and raised voices somewhere nearby and soon worked out they belonged to a small group of glue-sniffing Skinheads ‘probably about 5 of them.
We did our best to ignore but it was becoming increasingly apparent we had caught their attention, we slowly meandered away trying to look casual, rounded a corner and thought ourselves safe.
We then hear shouting and balling behind us and sure enough the badly dressed Hitler youth came bounding around the corner behind us, my mate shouts run and they all dI’d, except me, I didn’t change pace I had my hands in my jacket pockets fists clenched and I was staring at the floor as I heard them catch up with me I shut my eyes tightly and expected the worst, when I opened them again they were disappearing round the bend still chasing my mates
We all met up a bit later to get the same bus back to bedrock,
Oh one more thing ,after all getting split up by the Skinhead chase, one of our number was relieved of his last £1.60 by 2 fine gentleman coming out of an underpass.
I can’t obviously speak for how Coventry was back then all the time but it was brilliant that day.
Lovely touch that was. Was thinking the other day the last time a British music great passed away and was spoken about as much as him. Probably George Michael. Proper legend that won’t ever be forgotten.
Lovely touch that was. Was thinking the other day the last time a British music great passed away and was spoken about as much as him. Probably George Michael. Proper legend that won’t ever be forgotten.