(07 Aug 2015, 10:13 pm)Malarkey wrote Think I am one of very few on the forum who has been brave enough to take Photos of the Gas Buses around those random and most certainly rough council estates, Pennywell being a good example, guess I am made of the tough stuff and just generally not that bothered about how rough a place maybe...unless of course it goes by the name of Hendon in which I fear for my life every time I pass through on the 10 to the Eye Infirmary.
I love my village and it's rety peaceful compared to many with a similar history, but there's bits of it I won't hang around on a Friday afternoon when all the young men seem to be out to impress each other. I don't care about the cans of lager, but the fact that they all have motorised vehicles of some sort terrifies me.
My sister lives in one of the rougher parts of Hull and the tales we hear about her neighbours make me o_O. Some people just don't know how to live without being confrontational. They're the sort of people who unnerve me. I know plenty of people who are a bit rough around the edges and lack the "soft skills" that are so prized in certain circles and most are fine, warm funny people. It's the ones who want to pick an argument with someone for looking at them wrong or who carry one beef over into an interaction with another person. It's pretty intimidating, particularly once alcohol and drugs get mixed in.
I lived near Felling Metro, as a student. My street has recently been demolished for being a blight!
I've noticed some shudders at East Durham mining villages. They're mostly nowhere near as scary as they are run down. The weirdest thing about them is that you can walk around for ages and not see a soul (so many people who can get out drive everywhere, even if they can only afford a banger). When I moved here, everyone very quickly knoew my business before I did. One thing I've found is that people are generally very accepting. People are very kind to the boys, even when one of them is having a meltdown - people have driven out from their homes to offer us a lift home, even if I barely know them. The kids at the local school are lovely (some of that evaporates once they go to secondary) and the worst crime we've experienced here is someone nicking an empty plant pot and dumping it down the road. (for all that fondness, I still think Wheatley Hill is a dump!)