My dad worked in Burton on trent for a while when he was 15. He returned home to Tipperary after a while, joined the Irish Army at 19, did 3 years, gave 6 months in the Congo with the UN. Came home, finished up in the army, off to England, Cricklewood and Kilburn for most of the 60s, came home again and met my mother. Was a truck driver delivering headstones all around Ireland, work in the silvermines for Mogul for the rest of the 70s, drilling and blasting, no work in the 80s, was a handyman. He worked hard all his life. He's 82 in September. Father of 6 and grandad of 7. My mum passed away in 2000 aged 55.
Lived just off Gravelly Hill for the first 12 years of my life. Used to love going by train to the city centre and looking down upon the motorway, canal, and other railway lines below. Played football and fished for minnows beneath the junction too.
I worked on Spaghetti in the early stages 69/70 time frame and recognise some Joe Mannion back row second from right from Galway, Other faces look familiar,
Anyone remember the Camp Hill flyover, built by navies for a few thousand pound over a weekend many years later demolished over a number of months at a cost of millions
@@johnsmith-bx4rnI got married in 1970, I was twenty one and my wife was nineteen. We bought a newbuild house not far from Erdington high street. To get to the high street we had to walk through what became bedsit land for a large number of Irish workers. They used to sit on the walls outside their digs insulting passers by. Because I was young I was often challenged to fight these morons as they insulted my wife and shouted what they would like to do to her. I can remember being in a bar and seeing one of them push a table forward, throw up on the floor, then pull the table back over the vomit and carry on drinking. Not the sort of people I would go for a pint with. My family are Irish, from Dublin and this isn't how they behave.
My dad worked in Burton on trent for a while when he was 15. He returned home to Tipperary after a while, joined the Irish Army at 19, did 3 years, gave 6 months in the Congo with the UN. Came home, finished up in the army, off to England, Cricklewood and Kilburn for most of the 60s, came home again and met my mother. Was a truck driver delivering headstones all around Ireland, work in the silvermines for Mogul for the rest of the 70s, drilling and blasting, no work in the 80s, was a handyman. He worked hard all his life. He's 82 in September. Father of 6 and grandad of 7. My mum passed away in 2000 aged 55.
Tough men, we will never see the likes of them again/
Lived just off Gravelly Hill for the first 12 years of my life. Used to love going by train to the city centre and looking down upon the motorway, canal, and other railway lines below. Played football and fished for minnows beneath the junction too.
The English man made the tea , the Irish men did the donkey work
And they made a bad cup
Ps only joking
Irish people best race on planet.. from American presidents to heavyweight champs....
Would not agree.
@@patriciabunn4107 Boo Hoo Patricia cheer up.
I worked on Spaghetti in the early stages 69/70 time frame and recognise some Joe Mannion back row second from right from Galway, Other faces look familiar,
Anyone remember the Camp Hill flyover, built by navies for a few thousand pound over a weekend many years later demolished over a number of months at a cost of millions
Nice information in the interesting documentary.
I'd like to share my memory of living in Erdington, amongst the men who built Spaghetti Junction. It was a nightmare.
nightmare ??? get out a here , should of gone out and had a drinking session with em
@@johnsmith-bx4rnI got married in 1970, I was twenty one and my wife was nineteen. We bought a newbuild house not far from Erdington high street. To get to the high street we had to walk through what became bedsit land for a large number of Irish workers. They used to sit on the walls outside their digs insulting passers by. Because I was young I was often challenged to fight these morons as they insulted my wife and shouted what they would like to do to her.
I can remember being in a bar and seeing one of them push a table forward, throw up on the floor, then pull the table back over the vomit and carry on drinking. Not the sort of people I would go for a pint with.
My family are Irish, from Dublin and this isn't how they behave.
the brims made the tea
It was,nt all Irish who worked on this job, some of my mates worked on there from the beginning and they were Brum born and bred.
They didn’t say it was all Irish they said it was mostly Irish who built it.
Worcester born and bred,did I read the caption wrong
My thought too.
the.irish built.it the burns would dent be able.the made.the tea
The English were working in the factories,earning twice as much money.
"Obviously they didn't have gloves"..? As I recall, gloves HAD been invented by then.