It was bloody awful and total gloom set upon the town and for several weeks a 24 hour watch was kept on North Bridge to stop people throwing themselves off. People stopped telling folk that they came from Halifax they said Sowerby Bridge or Elland so nobody would know.
Normally mild mannered men beat their wives. I started drinking and ha`vnt stopped since. Twas a bad bad day and yes as that Welsh git used to say "I was there". I fell out with watching but only for a few weeks but I came back and Mad Maurice and his men gave me many more ups and downs and even more excuses to drink even more, mind you I was`nt married then but my mum gave me hell at my moods.
Mind you Cawoods were the top amateur team that year and won the National Cup.
No doubt a something to talk about next time I see you Piston but will probably forget what with the ale addled state of my memory.
Oh happy days.

PS Swifty why have you brought it up? Could set me off again, infact off to the pub right now. Is 33 years significant. I know it coincides with that unsolved murder
