There were times when it was scary (I was mugged twice, not that I had any money to cough up, and there was at least one occasion someone tried to break into our flat) and probably loads of times when it was mundane, but of course it's the big events and the parties (indoor or outdoor) that stick in the memory. And nights at the PSV. So many nights at the PSV!
If you go through the area now it's completely unrecognisable, and almost certainly a much nicer place to live. But I do sometimes feel a wave of nostalgia for those old concrete deck access blocks.
I also found a very old picture I took from the walkway outside our flat.
#Hulme #Manchester
