Benbow Block seventh and eighth floors during the late seventies and early eighties. Rounds every other week by some Nigel who had nothing better to do and always disturbing the home brew production. We used to keep the "product" in white plastic bottles with yellow radiation stickers on them. A lot of nosey people used to steer well clear because of it. Though if this knowledge can still cause problems for the brewers then we really didn't do anything like it..............what are we - stupid!
I do remember the block resembled a living entity in the evening, with music to suit every taste blaring out from every window, then the seventh and eighth floors belonged to Swiftsure and it was the time of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Now I'm not saying we all went ashore dressed like Dr Frankenfurter et el but there were some pretty outlandish fashion statements being made and all the lads would be legging it ashore to the RNA over the road or down the strip dressed in whatever passed for the latest fashion as "Jack About Town". One or two of the guys used to wear whatever was not the flavour of the week just to wind the main gate staff up. "Oi where d'you think you're goin' dressed like that?" "Whotcha meeen, I got trousers and shiney shoes on an' shirt, collar n tie with jacket". "Yeah but 'ave you sin yersel man, purple jacket, brown trousers, red shoes a yellow shirt and an orange tie do not a smart matelot make". "Go and get changed". "Grumble grumble, mutter mutter, bleedin' Facists". SO on with the jeans and tee shirt n trainers then, no problem!
Memories are flooding back now and I've gone all misty eyed - as Cher used to sing.....If I Could Turn Back Time!!!!!!!!!! :wink:
