| Comment | Lived up Haghill for a few years. Place gets a bad name, but the only trouble I had was somebody kicking my close door in to ask if I had any milk for their cereal (were carrying a bowl and spoon) at 23:00. Physically chucked him oot as he was trying to get into my actual flat. That and the usual needles left in the close and wains chucking snowballs at the windy.
Interesting to see the amount of three-storey tenement blocks in the area that aren’t there anymore. They’re the type that were built between the wars and the numbers and density of them, along with the absence of ‘cottage flats’ (four-in-a-blocks), suggests that this was an area intended for the rehousing of the city’s poorest tenants. |
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