Wonderful days in the West End

day, and have done since I learned to read. Regarding Chubby Brown not being allowed to take the stage at City Hall by the new managers.

What a cheek, there are still hundreds of people who watch and enjoy him, and go on asking for more when he has finished his act.

What do they want us to watch? Clean entertainment? We are not all narrow-minded people even though we adore him.

One more thing – on the City Hall tickets is a big notice ‘Do not attend if easily shocked.’ Watch the telly after 9pm then be disgusted.

Naked dating, Love Island and even the soaps are all about debauchery.

PENSIONER, North East MY story is that in the West End in 1953 my mam died and I was taken to live with Auntie Maisie till 1958.

I started school at Elswick, Cambridge Road with our community school. My sisters Joice, Iris, Arla and Aunty Maisie came most days.

We had a two-up two-down with outside toilets. It was a great community, with many shops and pubs.

It is hard to look at old books, mine and my friend Evie’s. History – that is what made us into decent people.

Many of my old friends will be dead now or OAPs. I would like to hear any stories people will remember from Low Elswick NE4, Crucible Place, Dunn St, Water Street, about pubs The Skiff, Globe, Crown, Marlborough. What a community!

Then top of Dunn Street, Gibson Front shop, police box, Co-op, Frank’s the Barbers.

This was all long before the Dutch bungalows and flats and Cruddas Park were built in the West End.

RP HANKIN, North Shields