Where I live ( exiles )

Quoted from Meza

Well the Cricks was run by Chris Smith at the time, so not sure who Chris's Mrs was Les Brechin might know.

She had the pub from 87 through to 92 before moving on to Lloyds..

Quoted from WesternMariner

I know exactly what you mean - I never feel more at home than being in the Pontoon near some old fella who’s spent the whole match moaning and swearing at our own players - Grimsby folk are my kind of people 😉

I had a choice of Leeds. Newcastle and some southern uni. I admit that proximity to BP and train cost affected my choosing Leeds. This was the Joe Water peak era after all - our best in my 50yrs following. I agree about Grimsby folk although I did feel a little bit of a "neither nowt nor summat" outsider sometimes - both at Uni and back in North Lincs. At Uni I was a bit of an uncultured roughneck compared to the posh private school lot - no coincidence that most of my friends were of northern grammar school stock. Back in Gy during the long uni holidays I worked in the veg processing factories - and got the pish ripped out of me by those hardened on deck in the arctic and dockers who lost their livelihoods and ended up on pea processing lines - to them I was the blond (now bald as stone) posh-boy. The east midlanders are alright but civilisation stops at Market Harborough for me...

Quoted from Northbank Mariner

She had the pub from 87 through to 92 before moving on to Lloyds..

Ah it was 2004 so would have been later.

Born in GY hospital instead of Louth as my mum went into labour just outside GY on way home from shopping for baby gear in Town and the old man turned round quick . Looks better on birth certificate and probably set destiny for my allegiance.
Grew up in Scamblesby , a hot bed for football. Aged 10 told my dad I wanted to go to a match . He had no idea about football. Just horse racing and boxing . Once saw him batter a taxi driver in Horncastle aged about 6 . He told me not to tell my mum . I never have . He’s dead now so it doesn’t matter if she finds out  !  
First game v Bradford in 86 . He didn’t care about the football but loved the fans banter so he kept taking me until I was about 13 then said he couldn’t be bothered anymore and I could get a bus from Louth . Loads better at that age I soon found out . Amazing who would sell you beers !! First 2 seasons relegated under Lyons and Bobby Roberts btw . Still didn’t give up . Good job as idve missed the Kings glory years .
Eyes very much opened in the ponny from my sheltered upbringing in the wolds . Even witnessed a lad shagging his bird at the back behind the scaffolding poles .
Went to King Edwards school in Louth , most my friends departed to university but such was my obsession with all things gtfc I decided not to go to university as I’d miss too many games .
However ended up moving to US for a years work on a farm followed by 3 years in Ely , Cambs before a few years back in Louth.
Met a Croydon girl and moved down in 2006 living in East Grinstead, Sussex  . Moved to an eccentric village called Forest Row full of eco warriors and Scientologists in 2014 and will probably stay here for good . Been a trucker for 15 years , currently hauling livestock. Parked up at Sedgefield Market for all you SW Mariners .
Get to as many away games across the south as possible . Only a couple of home games a season unfortunately but BP will always be my spiritual home . Going to the imp at 11 and falling out at 2:55 and then taking the highs and lows of 90 mins are my happiest memories .
We are Town

Quoted from louth_in_the_south

Once saw him batter a taxi driver in Horncastle aged about 6 .  

Bloody hell Horncastle taxi drivers start young

Quoted from Ipswin

Bloody hell Horncastle taxi drivers start young

They didn’t need a driving licence for a horse and cart 😂

Quoted from chelseacity

This is for my brother, he was the lead singer & song writer for his band Exit, after the punk days he formed a new band 'Better mouse trap' they went to London to seek their fame & fortune, after a few years they went their separate ways, my brother stayed down there &
now lives in Islington, he made the Daily Mirror fan of the month in 1973, he travelled to every Grimsby Town home & away game in the 72/73 season. He still goes to all the games in the south & comes home for some of the home games passing the Arsenal stadium wearing his Grimsby scarf & hat on his way to Kings Cross station, our grandma used to live in Suggitts Lane so we would get into see the last 30 mins in those day free, once in your hooked. he is friends with Captain Sensible from the punk band Damned & i also knew a famous lad from Humberston called Rod Temperton who became famous for his band 'Heatwave' & his best written song called 'Thriller by a chap called Michael Jackson.

Is that Mick Taylor per chance? Last time I bumped into him was away at Barnet a couple of seasons ago.

Born at Louth Hospital the only houses I remember were in Cleethorpes - when to Thrunscoe Infants, Bursar St and then Clee Grammar but our year/class moved to Beacon Hill when Comprehensive Education was introduced. First Town game was versus Bradford Park Ave on Boxing Day 1969 - ended in 2-2 draw - went with my mate and his Dad. We applied for re-election that year but I remember the heady days about 10 years later when we were near the top of Division 2 (now Championship).

Went to Aston University and the joined Boots in Nottingham in early 80's. Went to US for 6 month assignment when we acquired Clearasil in 2000. Went through divorce and ended up staying in US and marrying a lady from Texas. Retired from Boots 5 years ago when they moved the office from Connecticut to Wall Street (a Trump building) in New York (2+ hour commute each way).

Don't get to see Town much these days by follow their results and the banter on here!

Born in 1972 in bedsit in Surrey of all places after parents dashed back from Africa (long story). Forced them to move north when I was 12 months old, lodged in Cawthorpe then North Somercotes. Moved to Louth at six. Headed to Lincoln with dad and two friends for a random first match for my birthday when I was 11ish, heard on local radio on the way it was cancelled due to rain and waterlogged pitch, turned round, went to Town instead, never looked back. Uni in York, back home on dole doing voluntary work for a year, then went back to York for 1st proper job, then Leeds, then Sheffield hospitals ever since. Both my boys are Wednesday fans but come to Blundell Park with me out of sympathy. Friends have all left Lincs, sister no longer with us, parents are both elderly and very ill, but it'll always be home.

A fascinating thread this, a real insight into the story of so many faceless posters.