1972: Don’t read this piece if you’re easily upset or queasy:
Our neighbours had a heavily pregnant dog named Patch - we loved that dog. One day it was knocked down and killed by a bus on Argyle Street, at the top of the Ellison Street; there were puppies all over the road – we witnessed it shortly afterwards and were horrified. Later, a Council worker came along with his cart and swept everything up.
1972: My dad had an old car in the yard and some scrap men came to dismantle it with a grinder, to make it small enough to take away on their transport. We kids were standing in the yard watching them work. They started grinding the tank with sparks flying everywhere, and my dad warned them not to cut the tank, as it could blow up, even with just fumes in it. The scrap men didn’t believe him and carried on. My dad told us to hurry with him into the house… seconds later… BOOM! Luckily, no-one was hurt.