I can remember the days when we used to stand out by the footbridge, next to Frankland’s (MPD Superintendent) Office, watching all the workers go home from the BTH at about 5.30pm. There was always this guy that used to cycle to work, that if the traffic lights were at red, we would stand there and shout “Hoy!”

He would invariably look up to see who was shouting, and always run into the back of a car that had stopped in front of him. He would fall for it every time we shouted. I thought that he would realise what we were doing, but he never did. It was very funny to watch, but as you get older you realise, how childish it was to do this to the poor devil.

Arfur Pratt