[egg&chips]

Going back to the Heys fields air raid shelters, I remember them too. They stank. it was something of a rite of passage I recall to go through them from one end to the other in the dark. I seem to remember that one end was all but walled up with only a narrow horizontal gap to squeeze through. The corporation salt dumps were great fun to play in too.
I lived at the top of Alice Street and always bemoaned the destruction of the wonderful football pitches to build a bleedin' school. As one of my former bosses used to say
"It's like weeing through somebody's letter box then ringing the bell to ask how far it went"