My slightly amusing story involves the 75 celebrations when I was just a little older than you was in 64.cockney hammer wrote:
I was 5 and on my dads shoulders watching that right by the Boleyn pub, I hadn't a clue what we were all celebrating but I still remember it and a drunk woman doing a strip tease on top of the roof of the public toilets.
My story about that day starts the day before. My mum's family were all West Ham yet my dad and his father, for some strange reason as he was from Stepney, supported Fulham. After the final whistle, my dad went down to the Wentworth in Mile End to drown his sorrows with his dad. He staggered home and thought it would be a good idea to climb the posts in Burdett Road and knick the Belisha Beacons. As he entered our home, he had the round plastic beacons on each hands like comedy boxing gloves wanting to fight any West Ham fan. Before my mum could say anything, he collapsed on the sofa, not to wake till the following morning.
His punishment was to take me and my mum to Poplar flyover to watch the team parade the cup.
I kept my toy cars in those belisha beacons for years