Rabmacd wrote:Parliament Place--that's with an "A" and not an "E".
I was brought up in No. 3.
Gen Jack, the only thing I remember about milk runs, is when my mum thought that one of the the MacKay brothers, can't remember which one, (reasonably sure it was Bobby) was delivering milk to the back door, and she found one of her Yorkie dogs, lying deid on the tarmac, under the milk van.
Oh how I laughed, until it regained consciousness.
Parliament Place was a great play area, when I was there. The odd clip roon the ear, when deserved, no harm done--juist get on wae it. Playing football oot the dryin' green. I fondly remember when Lorimer scored the volley against Zaire in 1974, me an' Lawrence Robertson went oot tae try and replicate the classic kick. Unfortunately, I can't remember the name of the auld wumin, whose sheets we used as nets.
Sadly, I think those times are long gone
Enjoyed reading your post Rab.
Changed days noo Rabmacd.....kid's don't seem to play they way we used to. They grow up so quick these days or so it seems.
, never took any photo's, 
