I suppose this will go down as drunken shite thread (it deserves to in all honesty). Seems like we are a dying breed. Born in a council house (yep in them days it happened) and wouldn't have it any other fucking way. I loved my estate and fought for it at the local fair on the Georges playing field as a teen. Two council estates fighting at the travelling fair every August on the Waltzers for supremacy. The winners got to stand on the ride. This battle went on in and around the fair and local park every August. Knicking from the stalls on the fair......bags of coconuts, air rifles with bent barrels...

Feel a bit stupid posting this but what the fuck.....glad to be a council estate boy. Talent.

Fuck all wrong with that mate....I was brought up on the wybourn Estate in Sheffield, a right rough hole, as the Sheffield lads on here can vouch for......I loved it!

helps mould who you are Andy. nothin wrong at all mate. I grew up on the Newtownards road and sydenham estate, both in east Belfast. tough places, not much money about and Belfast was a dark place then but I wouldn't change a thing about it. a few things I.'ve learned. the sense of community in those places were second to none. and having worked in a university for the last 9 years, my upbringing an many of those I know from similar share a respect an manners in how to deal with and treat people. I've been surprised at how many from an obviously more privileged background who don't seem to have such principles. generalisation I know but just my experience.

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we had an outside bog am ah the hardest

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fuckin cold glenn aint it

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I grew up on a private estate where we played polo and poured pimms on our cornflakes.

It's good to be proud of where your from.

Even better if you can be proud of where you're at as well.

The first house I lived in had an outside bog - I moved out at 3 so don't remember much. Recall my Dad shouting down the kitchen sink plug hole to Mum.

I work for one of the largest social housing providers in Wales(councils transferred all the stock to new housing associations with tenants on the board). Tenants have a vote on our entire budget and we try to put as much back into the area, the current 'everything for nothing' generation couldn't give a fuck. It's the older lot that are pushing everything through. The sense of community you're all talking about, doesn't really exist anymore. Sad to see.

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we had an inside but you needed to go through my mams bedroom to get there and my dad worked shifts so you were fucked.
early winter mornings even the shite refused to come out
thatcher done us a favour we moved and bought the new house i can still remewmber my first shit

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I work for one of the largest social housing providers in Wales(councils transferred all the stock to new housing associations with tenants on the board). Tenants have a vote on our entire budget and we try to put as much back into the area, the current 'everything for nothing' generation couldn't give a fuck. It's the older lot that are pushing everything through. The sense of community you're all talking about, doesn't really exist anymore. Sad to see.

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I grew up on a private estate where we played polo and poured pimms on our cornflakes.

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not that far from the truth a reckon theres more horses then humans were your from

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I work for one of the largest social housing providers in Wales(councils transferred all the stock to new housing associations with tenants on the board). Tenants have a vote on our entire budget and we try to put as much back into the area, the current 'everything for nothing' generation couldn't give a fuck. It's the older lot that are pushing everything through. The sense of community you're all talking about, doesn't really exist anymore. Sad to see.

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you're right mate. I'm lucky now that I've 3 great neighbours but back then, people weren't just neighbours, they were/became friends. and not just your immediate neighbours either. a million miles away from how life is now.

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Stupid thread my arse, It it fact that thats where most of the lads who I have grown up getting to know from all over where born on one, I had a constant battle with a geezer from Middleton who claimed he was from the biggest council estate in Europe when I assumed it was Bransholme, My roots and I was dragged up, you was taught respect, You learned fast or died quickly, It was gung hoo, Would have it no other way and I portray a very dark side in the Northern Monkeys book what Bransholme was really like, An amazing place, all the dressers in Hull surfaced from the slums cause we had nothing. Same with the constant gang rivalry which spilled into clubs. I was distraught when told the place I was born had been knocked down, Had to sit for nearly half a day opposite just crushed at not having somewhere where I had experienced so much, Jees there were some smart bastards around these parts and every estate I have visited for whatever reason always tucked away were geezers, proper salt of the earth characters. I came to Sheffield and laughed at Pitsmoor and Parsons Cross when folk these areas were tough.
Will never forget my days and love going back to see my Dad.









The maker of many a man

Council estater myself too. Although we bought our council house when I was about 13.

Though our particular estate is not that bad now. Most of the past problems centered around drugs and some neaby flats, but since their demolition, this has gone. I'd say about 50% on our street own their house now which generally makes it better as well.

Everything happened on the estates first,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, clothes, music, drugs,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, pregnancy

Lived above a chip shop with an outside toilet right on the banks of the Tyne before moving to a new council estate where my mother still lives.