Check out today’s letters from your YEP.
Traffic-calming measures are just ‘bodge jobs’
Gary Masterson, Cookridge
Martin Phillips (Your Feedback, January 18) is bang on the money. The council’s approach to traffic calming is plain and simple punitive vandalism.
My daughter has a disabled friend who cannot even drive to her house in his motability vehicle without it sustaining damage thanks to these crude bodge jobs slapped all over the surrounding roads.
Have you seen what happens when a motorcycle hits one of these things, even at low speed, on a poorly lit road after the markings have been scraped off by a few thousand cars?
It’s pretty scary and the obstructions are bordering on invisible in the dark.
A smattering of snow? Hit one on a bike and you’ll be crash testing your leathers, end of story.
What about the countless shunts caused by stop/start traffic as people are forced to slow to 10 per cent of the permitted speed?
And let’s be honest, the real dangerous drivers on our roads aren’t going to let speed bumps slow them down.
Everyone wants safe roads, but there are surely more intelligent ways to approach the situation.
I’m no fan of cash machine speed cameras, but they’re easily the lesser evil in comparison to the relentless butchering of our streets by blinkered buffoons who have the audacity to call themselves “civil engineers”.
Engineers are supposed to solve problems, but it seems Leeds City Council are hell bent on creating them instead.
Perhaps the trolleybus will be our salvation.
For the avoidance of doubt, that’s a joke.
Recalling days of Whipper Watson
Jack Binns, Halton
BEFORE THE war my father was the manager of a fruit and vegetable shop at 14 York Road. It was closed down in 1937 due to the slum clearance of 1935.
He displayed various advertising posters outside his premises which entitled him to free passes to the theatres and cinemas of that time.
It was exciting for me as a seven or eight-year-old ‘bread snapper’ to be taken to the Brunswick all-in wrestling stadium.
It was situated between Regent Street and North Street and the mayhem took place on a Sunday afternoon.
The participants gave themselves fancy names: Rough House Baker, Whipper Watson, Giant Anaconda, Legs Langeven, Tale Spin Tommy, the Pye Brothers and Jack Harry and Bully come to mind.
A luminary of that time was Douglas Clark and I think he was British champion and also played rugby for either Dewsbury or Huddersfield.
Giant ice cream cornets were sold, carried around the arena on trays by waiters. On one occasion a wrestler grabbed a handful of ice cream cones and thrust them into the face of his opponent.
Another stadium was Helsops Boxing. I went there once but found it boring compared with the all-in mayhem at the Brunswick. And there were no giant ice cream cornets on sale!
At about this time a very old slum property was being demolished to make way for the Quarry Hill flats.
The area at the side of Leeds market and next to the ‘Madhouse’ was known as ‘The Tatters’.
Most of the goods were displayed on the ground.
A whale was an exhibit in a giant marquee on land now used by Leeds bus station.
Riding down memory lane...
D Daniel, Leeds
FURTHER TO the letter from A Shipman (Your Feedback, January 13) about his shopping experience at Asda.
As a young lad, I lived on Gledhow Avenue, Leeds 8 where there was a thrift store.
Another lad and I worked there for an hour after school Monday to Friday and two hours on Saturdays and also in the school holidays.
One of us would restock shelves while the other delivered orders on the “Granville” bike, alternating week by week.
Customers would hand in their order books and pay at the shop at the end of the week - after delivery.
What happened to trust and personal service?
Pay was a half crown (12.5p) an hour plus tips – a decent amount for a young lad in the late 1960s!
Wilkinson Walks part of our lives
Malcolm Taylor, Garforth
ONE OF your readers recently referred to the regular Wilkinson Walks which appears every week in your Saturday supplement.
Amazingly these walks first began to appear in, I believe, 1992 and have continued unabated to the present date, approximately 23 years. This surely must be some sort of record.
They have become a regular part of our lives, and with friends we have completed well mover 300; some several times.
On a recent Wilkinson Walk along the riverside from Wetherby to Collingham walking towards us were two gentlemen.
One was a friend of ours and to our delight found him to be accompanied by Frank Wilkinson himself.
It was a real pleasure to meet him and let him know how his walks have given us so much pleasure over the years.