tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807238897188927967.post2423699081022926587..comments2013-09-07T09:21:47.528+01:00AMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00559413440743290550noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807238897188927967.post-89340441947648866892010-01-01T19:28:45.631Z2010-01-01T19:28:45.631ZMick, you are a bad apple!!AMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00559413440743290550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807238897188927967.post-87839304853715767152010-01-01T19:02:37.899Z2010-01-01T19:02:37.899ZA Mick your a bad article,and your right about the stomach ache,anyway I,m going for a few jars and I,ll down the first in memory of Anthony,s mucker Harpo slanite lads Marty fmartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09814904389826171437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807238897188927967.post-13857338937984004762010-01-01T17:36:25.930Z2010-01-01T17:36:25.930ZWe called it scrumping over here, over walls and fences into back gardens like a bunch of locusts, ending the day with a gut-ache after eating to much fruit. Funny thing was, I lived in the countryside and we would go into the town to scrump, looking back I have no idea why, probably a gut feeling you do not steal off your own and it was great fun getting one over on the townies.Mick Hallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07627288401631451362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807238897188927967.post-58368653431636442262010-01-01T16:14:06.288Z2010-01-01T16:14:06.288ZOne of the mates got caught after we were chased from a msssive apple and pear orchie attached to a big house next door to Musgrave park, the peelers brought him home in one of those big black cars they used and he got a slap as well, and who was one of the peelers none other than the pig Mc Neely, we talked about that for months,we also used to collect the empties from the orange field in Finaghy rd north and bring them to the rear of the white fort and got 3D PER bottle,we also used to ambush the poor busmen on the trolly buses we drenched them with water bombs, we were bad I tell ya and jaysus you,ve fallen asleep Marty f p.s.thanks for waking up those memories Anthonymartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09814904389826171437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807238897188927967.post-28976190010471957212010-01-01T13:36:21.471Z2010-01-01T13:36:21.471ZMarty, orchie raids were the stuff of life. I had quite a few mates willing to go on those escapades. Stumbed across a well tended gosseberry plot once on the Ravenhill Road. Don't think we left a thing on the bush. People like Jimmy Murray fill childhood with happy memoriesAMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00559413440743290550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4807238897188927967.post-38627874160951560082010-01-01T12:30:35.207Z2010-01-01T12:30:35.207ZA lovely walk down life,s memory lane Anthony, and good memories are the gift of life, I remember growing up in Andytown when the tree lined main road was not much wider than a country lane and there were thatched cottages in Stockmans lane, and the orangemen walked to their field in Finaghy rd,we robbed orchies in a area about a mile square comprising the Lisburn rd ,Finaghy rd north, Andytown RD Fruithill ,boy were they halcyon days,going to school in Casement park,A million years away from 1969 and the ending of innocence,now see whay you,ve started Anthony where,s my onions Marty fmartyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09814904389826171437noreply@blogger.com