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March 04, 2017


Richard Powell

Thanks for these Mick. It must have been rare in those days to walk down a terrace up North without bumping into a miserabilist photographer.

I was a fifteen-year old in Wales in 1974, and while it's a lovely photo I don't recall any interiors looking anything like that. Perhaps I should have got out more.

Mick H

Dickie Davies on the telly, though. You'll remember him.

Richard Powell

Only dimly - I didn't really watch sport, except very occasionally on wet Saturdays when my dad would put the wrestling on.

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