Showing posts with label Madchester. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 16 April 2019

Theme Time: The Word - 808 State

Ah yes it's time to look at that enfant terrible of Channel 4 in the 1990s, The Word


Love it or hate it, you cannot deny how influential and important The Word was. It's almost twenty-five-years since the last episode aired and yet almost everything The Word pioneered has now become absorbed by other shows and accepted into the mainstream.


Remember 'The Hopefuls' those shameless glory hunters who gave up their dignity by eating worms and sheep testicles (among other more disgusting stunts) because, as they would each gamely say to camera "I'll do anything to be on TV" Remember how offended and disgusted people were? They're all fairly quiet now when watching celebs eat the very same thing as part of an I'm a Celebrity bushtucker trial aren't they?

It wasn't just gross stunts though; The Word provided a platform for some of the best music of the day (often breaking new bands) and some brilliantly candid, off-the-cuff interviews with famous figures from the world of music, acting, sport and the arts, and the kind of through-the-looking-glass exposes of the weird and wonderful life in America that Louis Theroux would later mine. It was The Tube via a kind of X-rated Tiswas - perfect for the laddish, baggy, grungey, britpoppy 1990s.


Described by Wikipedia as 'a mayhemic mixture of pop music and teen attitude' The Word was must-see post pub viewing on a Friday night for some 49% of the viewing public at that time. It ran from 1990 to 1995 and featured presenters such as Amanda de Cadenet, Mark Lamarr, Dani Behr, Hufty and Katie Puckrick, the one constant being it's main presenter, Mancunian motormouth Terry Christian whose book, My Word, is an eye-opening, candid and funny read of his time with the show.


The theme tune was entitled Olympic, provided by Madchester's own 808 State.



Some full episodes of The Word are available on YouTube, whilst a series of compilations can be viewed on All 4. They're well worth watching, whether you simply fancy a bit of nostalgia or whether you just want to see some cutting edge tele before it become so diluted. Chris Evans was only just around the corner, and he had obviously been paying attention.

Thursday, 31 January 2019

The Real Don Tonay

It will come as no surprise to regular readers of this blog how keen I am on the Madchester scene. When Michael Winterbottom's film 24 Hour Party People came out in 2002, I went to see it at the cinemas twice and it fast became one of my favourite films. I loved the way that the film recreated the whole scene and the immersive, bewildering world of Factory Records, populated by so many eccentric creatives and larger than life characters. However, there was one particular character who intrigued me and that was Don Tonay, the owner of the Russell Club in Moss Side.

The Real Don Tonay - photo taken from the Excavating the Reno site, 
a site dedicated to the Moss Side cellar club that Down owned in the 1970s.

In the film, Tonay is played by Peter Kay as your stereotypical northern club owner, not too dissimilar to the type of comic creations Kay is known for. But I quickly learned that this was not a truthful account of Don Tonay, a man with Irish, Italian and Jamaican heritage (a Jamaican father and Italian mother I believe, though I may be wrong) who was a much suaver and more imposing figure than the film depicts.

In Tony Wilson's suitably eccentric novelisation of the film (only Wilson would approach his own life story in such an irreverent fashion; as he says in the film "I agree with John Ford. When you have to choose between the truth and the legend - print the legend" and that's literally what he does in this book) he depicts the real Tonay thus; 

"The front door was open. They walked straight in. At the bar, cashing up, a tall, striking, late-middle-aged man in a fine cashmere overcoat. Imposing wasn't the word. Self-assured as only someone who took on the Krays and lived can be. Story was, he came from the tenements of Dublin's North Side, tough as those streets. After a slight altercation with London's premier family, he has come north"

This then, is corroboration for a bit of mythologising I had once heard in a Manchester boozer when raising the subject of Don Tonay. Rumour has it, a sage in his cups informed me, that Don Tonay had heard that the Kray twins were coming to take a look at Manchester in the late '60s. The train from London Euston arrived at Piccadilly and the brothers decamped to be met by Don and what can only be described as a posse of hard bastards. The Krays took the next train back. 

Is it true? I dunno, but I'd like it to be. Already, I'm falling into the Tony Wilson school of 'printing the legend'.

In his book, Factory: The Story of the Record Label, Mick Middles elaborates more on Tonay's 'gangster' qualities; 

"The Russell Club had numerous guises, mainly though as the PSV Club (Public Service Vehicle...no, I never understood that, either). It had made its name in later days as a suitably downbeat reggae-orientated venue handily placed, as it was, for nearby Moss Side. (Tony) Wilson had chanced upon the venue following a meeting with the owner, local 'businessman' Don Tonay. He was, in the eyes of Wilson, ' an incredible character...a civilised gangster' 

Tonay, undoubtedly, had style. He was a tall, commanding handsome man in his late forties. Each night, after prowling around the club, he would leave at precisely 1 a.m. A van would pull respectfully onto the car park. The rear door would open to reveal two beautiful prostitutes in reclining poses, between whom Tonay would stylishly flop. The door would be pulled shut and the van would cruise away into the night. Tonay's style was a throwback, of sorts, to the gangster tradition - he did have links, it was strongly rumoured, with the Kray fraternity - and most people who knew him, and knew him well enough not to cross him, regarded him as a lovely individual. One is tempted, of course, to break into Pythonesque tales of a Piranha Brothers nature; 'Oh yeah Don... he was a lovely bloke...' etc, and such cliches wouldn't be too far from the truth as Tonay ruled his patch with an iron hand, be it a loving hand or otherwise. This was, perhaps, typified by a conversation overheard at the Russell Club one night when Magazine were performing. The band's van had been cynically and pointlessly broken into in the car park. Two 'drug squad' officers, standing at the bar - drinking Red Stripe - were heard to mutter, 'Whoever broke into that van will be very sorry...very sorry indeed...pity for him that it wasn't our precinct. Don will sort them out, poor guys'

Tonay had a few other quirks. There were signs in the club that read 'NO TAMS ALLOWED'. It was difficult to know quite what this meant. However one clue could be the time Tonay wandered into the club and, spying three Jamaican guys in woolly hats, screamed 'Haaaattttts!', following which the offending articles were removed. On another occasion Tonay entered the club at 2 a.m, and two or three straggling tables remained - students mainly - only too slowly finishing their Guinnesses, smoking dope, chatting about the evening's gig.  'Don't you know how to clear a club out?' asked Tonay, his question directed at Alan Wise, his sidekick Nigel, and Wilson. Wilson answered pointedly, 'No...not really, Don'. Tonay proceeded to pick up a table, hurl it in the air and, before it crashed to the ground, screamed 'OOOOOUTTTTTTT!!!!'. The students, needless to say, filed out respectfully, silently, nervously."

Alan Wise himself had this to say in a conversation with New Order frontman Bernard Sumner, included in Sumner's memoir, Chapter and Verse;

"Don was actually quite an erudite gangster who's been involved in political activities all over Africa. He went off to be a paratrooper and had been involved with certain members of the African National Congress. He'd gone to Africa and dealt in iron pyrites. Fool's gold. Don was a fascinating character and I really took to him...he was a pirate...he was a fence. The police used to come round to his house and he'd say, 'how's things, guys?' and they'd say, 'we're broke, Don': they used to openly come round to take money, so he was still involved."


Whilst Lindsey Reade, Tony Wilson's first wife, recalls in her book, Mr Manchester and the Factory Girl, that Tonay was;

"A man of Irish gypsy descent with black wavy hair...(Don Tonay) looked like a big Mafiosi character. Tosh (Ryan) recalled accompanying Don's right-hand man to collect Don from the airport after a trip to Italy. The first thing Don said was, 'Anything happen?' '5 Mitten Street got torched,' came the reply. (This was a shebeen that Don owned.) To which Don responded, deadpan, 'Anything else?' 


So as you can see, the reality was far and away quite different from Peter Kay's interpretation in 24 Hour Party People - even though the film retained Tonay's flamboyant mode of transport home from the Russell Club each night.  


Emphatically NOT the real Don Tonay,
played by Peter Kay in 24 Hour Party People

On my special limited edition DVD of 24 Hour Party People (number 1756 of the DVD release which, of course, has a Fac number too: DVD424) there is a great extra entitled From the Factory Floor; an in-vision DVD commentary of Winterbottom's film, featuring the likes of Peter Hook (Joy Division/New Order), Bruce Mitchell (The Durutti Column), Martin Moscrop (ACR) and Rowetta (Happy Mondays), and chaired by the delightful Miranda Sawyer. In it, Hooky talks about Tonay and how radically different the film chose to portray him, and unconsciously challenging the Middles anecdote that made it into the movie;

"Don Tonay wasn't like that though was he? He was much more aloof, much more of a gentleman, you wouldn't catch him in the back of a van with fuckin' hookers. It's probably a good thing that he's dead, the poor bugger, otherwise we'd all have our legs chopped off for that!"


Later on, as Peter Kay makes his first appearance in the film, Sawyer asks the group to recall the real Tonay. Hooky is somewhat confused as to what Tonay's ethnicity was; "Was he black or Italian?" he asks, and Moscrop replies "Italian" "He was very dark skinned though wasn't he?" Hooky continues. "He was from Manchester, but he was of Italian descent" Moscrop concludes - which differs from Wilson's claims that he was originally from Dublin. It's left to Bruce Mitchell to fill in more detail;

"He was a very serious level. He wore like £500 suits...and a £500 suit in those days was a serious suit. He run all the blue beats, he ran all the deliveries of the beer to the blue beats, and this guy was seriously cool..." 


Mitchell then goes on to say something that is presumably libellous as the sound drops out! When it returns, he concludes with "...But he was a very charming guy as well"

The performance by Peter Kay, and the way the character is written in the film, still rankles with Hooky;

"But that's such a strange portrayal. That portrayal of him, if you knew him, is the strangest"


Ultimately, it's Moscrop who sums it up in relation to the audience;

"Everyone knows who Peter Kay is, but they don't know who Don Tonay is" 

In short, the film required the depiction of a northern club owner, Peter Kay was, at the time, playing a northern club owner in his sitcom Phoenix Nights, therefore the film cast Peter Kay, a popular comic, to more or less play himself. A case of printing the legend rather than the truth again.

Did you know Don Tonay? Do you have any stories about him? I'd love to hear from you if you do. Just drop me a line in the comment section below. 

Tuesday, 22 May 2018

The 1990s: Football and Music in Perfect Harmony


Dave broadcast a thoroughly enjoyable trip down memory lane last night. Entitled Football's 47 Best Worst Songs it was your standard list show fare; a host of largely non entity talking heads (one was called a 'social media celebrity', um, what?) mix with recognisable faces to offer up opinions in an enjoyable clips package of all those ill advised world cup and FA cup anthems from the last forty or so years. But just occasionally, we were reminded of the times when football and music came together in perfect harmony (more often than not these times involved Keith Allen) and I think the best time that happened was the 1990s. Just check out these crackers to see what I mean...










Monday, 1 May 2017

The Frontline (1993)

The Frontline is the debut feature film from Boston Kickout director Paul Hills. Aged just 21 and armed with enthusiasm and naivety Hills wrote, produced, directed and edited The Frontline, a film which took three years to complete from 1990 to 1993.


Vincent Phillips stars as James King, a young man newly released from a psychiatric hospital in London. Given his freedom, he hitches a ride up to Manchester, and the run down and tumultuous Moss Side area, keen to look up an old flame in the shape of local pirate radio DJ, Marion (Amanda Noar). At first she's reluctant to reignite their passion, but eventually the pair resume their love affair - an affair that runs the risk of breaking down when Marion's drug addiction becomes apparent. James makes it his mission to help Marion kick the habit and get clean and just when the future is looking rosy for them both, Marion winds up dead and her murder seems to point towards a man with some considerable power in the region; local MP, William Armstrong (Renny Krupinski).

The eponymous 'Frontline' itself refers to Moss Side and Hulme. Back in the '80s and early '90s, this was an impoverished no-go area in which gangs were profligate and danger lurked around every corner. Left more or less to fend for themselves, the residents created their own resources, including pirate radio and it was here that the tightrope between 'Madchester' and 'Gunchester' was walked. As a time capsule it's quite a worthwhile document, capturing as it does the urban decay and destruction from a decades worth of Tory rule in what proved to be the dying days of their regime, as well as attempting to highlight the cities creative and eccentric culture and the cross-over in casting Factory Records impresario Tony Wilson in his day job as a TV journalist with Granada Reports, there on the scene for the film's bloody denouement. Even John Mundy from BBC's Northwest Tonight pops up in a film that isn't blessed with familiar faces or star names. In fact reliable character actors Geoffrey Leesley (Bergerac, Casualty and Brookside) and a young Tim Dantay (Alan Partridge's builder friend) are probably the most recognisable faces for audiences, and if you're familiar with your Mancunian rock from the period, you'll see some live footage from the New Fast Automatic Daffodils performing in a club scene.

The key theme in Hills' feature is the notion of insanity being both condemned and condoned depending on your class and status; Moss Side is essentially an example of  that old adage about 'the lunatics taking over the asylum' and it is ironic that the newly released James sets up home there. But the real psychotic in the plot is Renny Krupinski's killer, the privileged William Armstrong MP, a man whose dangerous mental health is kept largely hidden and ignored.

However this is an extremely low budget debut feature and one that was extremely difficult to create, so it's not surprising that the overall result is a bit of a noble failure. Hills himself has described the three year long process as an absolute nightmare; in the film's initial stages, he was sleeping rough in Manchester Piccadilly and subsequently progressed to sleeping on the floors of cast and crew once he had assembled them, basically for no money whatsoever. Each day's filming ran the risk of running out of film at any given moment, meaning often only two takes were ever done. It makes for an amateurish, rough and ready end product and, by Hills' own admittance, he was perhaps to young and naive to attempt such a film in the first place. It's true that the essential message of 'drugs are bad, and so is the establishment' is a painfully earnest and sketchy one from a young filmmaker and he seems to struggle between a straight attempt at social realism and something more heightened (the scenes featuring the police are especially heightened and fit awkwardly around everything else). The on-the-hoof nature of the shoot means that it's sometimes hard to make sense of some sequences and I'm not sure the plot holds up to much scrutiny either, but what cannot be denied is that this is quite an impressive effort from a first time filmmaker with zero budget and a myriad of pressures. Hills' next feature, Boston Kickout, was a marked improvement that was no doubt achieved by the lessons he learnt here.

Saturday, 1 April 2017

Out On Blue Six : The Charlatans

Given that there's some big news from the band re new material, here's a brilliant blast from the past....




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Friday, 9 December 2016

Inspiral Carpets Saturn 5 for Xmas - I Fully Support This Moo-vement


In memory of Inspiral Carpets drummer Craig Gill who sadly passed away last month at the age of just 44, Madchester fans have launched a campaign to get the band's 1994 Top 20 hit Saturn 5 to the coveted Christmas Number One spot.

So here's the plan; go to Amazon, itunes etc between the 16th and 22nd December (and not like I did which was immediately as soon as I'd heard of the campaign, doh!) cough up the measly 60p or whatever it is for a download of Saturn 5. You'll have a top tune to own digitally and Craig's memory will be honoured with the Number One spot the band always deserved - and we'll keep the Cash-Cowell off the Christmas Number One spot in favour of some proper moo! 




Tuesday, 22 November 2016

Out On Blue Six : Inspiral Carpets, RIP Craig Gill

Another day, news of another sad passing. Inspiral Carpets drummer and founder member Craig Gill has died aged just 44.


No details of the cause of death has been announced so far, but this is shocking and devastating news. 

RIP


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Saturday, 14 May 2016

Out On Blue Six : The Stone Roses



The arrival of the lemon posters across Manchester this week could only mean one thing; The Stone Roses were back, and the arrival of some much rumoured, hotly anticipated new material touched down on Thursday night at 8pm in the shape of their new single All For One



I've stayed my hand when it came to posting thoughts until now because I wanted to hear it a few times. For me, it's a pleasing enough terrace anthem that's sure to go down well at the forthcoming live gigs but is perhaps a bit too safe, suggesting this is simply a tentative toe in the water for a band who hadn't produced any new material since the mid '90s. It lacks much of the shimmer we accept as the Roses sonic signature and the psychedelia and dancefloor shuffle is definitely absent for this 2016 incarnation, but overall this is still something to celebrate and the vocalisation of the rather generic, simple and repetitive lyrics find Brown in fine fettle.

Some of the mixed reviews are a bit unfair really, granted the single doesn't sound as unique as you may expect from The Roses, but the fact that it sounds like Oasis or a dozen other indie bands you could care to name shows just how important the band actually where in shaping that genre of music. I must admit though I did chuckle at the Radcliffe and Maconie show yesterday which saw one listener say its title lyric reminded them of the same lyric in the theme from Dogtanian and the Three Muskahounds!



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Thursday, 28 May 2015

Manchester Passion (2006)

Passion plays, the staged reconstructions of Christ's last hours, have been a ritual tradition of drama and song performed in Christian countries during Easter for centuries. In Gouda on Good Friday, 2011 a Dutch adaptation of The Passion, featuring well known Dutch language songs was broadcast on TV and has proved so successful that it has become an annual event ever since...but it all started, of course, in Manchester in 2006 with BBC3's Manchester Passion.



It's easy to dismiss something like Manchester Passion. With society at its most secular any attempt to celebrate traditional Christian values or approach the stories we have been told since childhood anew from an intelligent, contemporary stance has often been met with derision. It's a great shame really because, whilst I am not religious (I consider myself either agnostic or atheist depending on what mood you catch me in) the practice of faith and the stories told therein fascinates me. Manchester Passion sought to tell the story of Christ's betrayal and crucifixation live in the heart of the North West city on the evening of Good Friday April 14th via the songs that originated in that city; Morrissey, The Smiths, New Order, Joy Division, The Stone Roses, Oasis, James, M People and Robbie Williams provided the soundtrack to the key moments in Christ's final hours sung by an eclectic cast including Darren Morfitt as Christ, Keith Allen as the host and as Pilate and James frontman Tim Booth as Judas Iscariot.  



In between these dramatisations, cameras followed the procession of a giant specially made illuminated cross as it made its way from one end of the city to the other, with then North West Tonight anchor and reporter Ranvir Singh (now known nationally after ITV poached her for Daybreak and latterly Good Morning Britain) interviewing those accompanying it.



It's a great spectacle and, as a live event, was pretty flawless. Yes it's a teensy bit naff in places but that's perhaps to be expected. Through strong performances and those songs that set Manchester apart you can actually reconsider the stories that bored you during RE at school in a similar thought provoking yet entertaining manner as in Stewart Lee's excellent show What Would Judas Do? I defy anyone not to feel their spirit soar a little upon seeing Morfitt standing at the Town Hall clock tower singing 'I Am The Resurrection' to the wrapped audience down below in Albert Square.


Look out for Tony Wilson hovering by the burger van and Shameless star Chris Bisson as the ''Shameless criminal Barabbas'' Bez from the Happy Mondays was set to appear as a criminal in the van on the way to Pilate but bottled out at the last moment (he appears in the trails I believe) to be replaced by a Liam-alike. The whole thing is available to watch on YouTube.


At Christmas 2007, a Capital of Culture awarded Liverpool sought to tell the story of Christ's birth along similar lines with The Liverpool Nativity but that was shite and had more to do with Liverpool and its winning bid than it did with religion and so it has rightly been forgotten and consigned to the vaults. Unfortunately it's failure has meant that, unlike Holland, no such revivals of The Passion has occurred since - though Michael Sheen performed a 72 hour Passion in his hometown of Port Talbot, highlights of which appeared on BBC Wales and was similarly effective.

Sunday, 3 November 2013

Spike Island (2013)




Ok, I'm probably rating this far higher than it deserves I know. But you know what, I vote films on two levels; on the one hand there's critical overview and on the other there's just sheer enjoyment, with a little bit of added sentimentality too. Spike Island, and the reason I'm rating it as I am, is definitely down to the latter.

The coming of age story is simple; a bunch of Mancunian scallies and wannabe rockstars attempt to gain entry to their idols, The Stone Roses, now legendary but equally shit gig at the Widnes chemical hinterland Spike Island in May 1990.  And that's it.




The cast includes familiar faces like Shameless star Elliot Tittensor as the appropriately named Tits, star of The Village Nico Mirallegro,  Game of Thrones Emilia Clarke (near unrecognisable without the white hair and dragons...and with her kit on!) Matthew McNulty, Chris Coghill (who also wrote the film) Lesley Manville, Steve Evets, Michael Socha, Philip Jackson, Trollied's Nick Blood, Danny Cunnigham and Paul Popplewell - who had previously played The Ryders in 24 Hour Party People, alongside Coghill's Bez - and a blink and you'll miss her cameo from the divine Jodie Whittaker as a petrol station cashier in Wigan. Believe me, if the likes of Jodie Whittaker lived up the road from me in Wigan I'd be there all the fucking time!

This is a slice of life I'm all too familiar with - especially being wedged inbetween the two giants Manchester and Liverpool, not a million miles away from Widnes. I was a little too young to be totally mad fer it in 1990 (I was more like the little junior baggies who rate the band Shadowcastre here) so I can't admit to schlepping up to Spike Island. But I knew Spike Island, I still do. It isn't just the association it has now thanks to the Stone Roses. Hell, one of my first girlfriends was from stinky Widnes! The little nostalgic touches like seeing GM buses again really struck a chord with me. And I definitely recall our class at school shouting 'Hammer time!' after the teacher screamed 'Stop' at us, just like the main characters do here!




Directed by Mat Whitecross and written by Chris Coghill, this is Coghill's second cinematic attempt at capturing the Madchester scene, the first being his pill popping ode Weekender. Spike Island is definitely a better movie than that hit and miss but still charming enough effort and for my money, was a genuinely fun and nostalgic way to pass an hour and forty minutes. It's just a shame that this labour of love wasn't allowed a tighter script. It feels like a good enough first draft that just needed a little more attention. But you know what,  is it a truly great film? No. Is it enjoyable? Yes. Yes it is.

Buzzing!




Friday, 11 October 2013

Out On Blue Six : New Order

As tonight sees England play Montenegro in the first of two Wembley qualifiers for next year's World Cup, Out On Blue Six rewinds back to the summer of 1990, when I was a little baggy in my last year of junior school and New Order (feat the rapping talent of John Barnes) had just released the greatest official England football anthem ever.







*Sighs* back in the day when English football had some promise on the international stage. I feel slightly unpatriotic saying this, but I wouldn't actually mind the squad not qualifying for next year. It would save us all that embarrassment, irritation and heart ache, seeing a bunch of overpaid full time models, part time footballers and borderline sex offenders not giving a toss and failing spectacularly, whilst the odious James Corden sings the official song.

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Thursday, 20 June 2013

Out On Blue Six : A Guy Called Gerald

Manchester vibes in the area!



Though to be honest as much as it was a Madchester hit its origins were elsewhere ....


"This is on the Rham label and basically it's another very good dance record. I like the mystery and anonymity that surrounds a lot of these records. Plus the fact that Rham are based in New Brighton. I spent a great deal of time there as a child and I think it's marvellous there should be a record label there"

-John Peel, NME 22nd Oct 1988

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Tuesday, 18 June 2013

Scuttlers - 19th Century Chavs

You'd be forgiven for thinking that youth culture gangs like chavs and hoodies or Teds, Mods and casual dress football hooligans are the inventions of the last few decades. In fact moral panic about delinquent youths, each dressed in an indentifiable uniform of their own devising, is a tale as old as time, as the Scuttlers of the late 19th Century Manchester prove.



Scuttlers were members of Manchester and Salford neighbourhood youth gangs aged, on average, from 14 to 20. Their clothing was just as distinctive as a Burberry wearing chav or a parka clad mod. Indeed like modern day youth gangs, style was key. Always well turned out in their chosen uniform, they would often mimic the higher wealthier society that, through sheer twist of fate at birth, these slum warriors had no chance to ever reach or become part of. The Scuttlers wore brass tipped clogs which when connecting with the cobbled streets of the Manchester slums created the distinctive clattering echo or scuttling sound that the gangs inevitably took their name from. They were the first youths of Manchester to adopt the baggy style that became so popular at the height of the Happy Mondays fame and the Madchester scene. Their 'loose fits' were sailor style bell bottom trousers, fourteen inches around the knee and twenty one around the ankle - the better to show off the clogs. A heavy thick leather brass buckle belt, often illustrated with women's names or serpents and arrow pierced hearts was worn with pride around their midriff and, when wrapped tightly around the wrist, would be used as a weapon in 'scuttles' ie battles with rival gangs. Quality and weight of the belt were essential as they proved a formidable tool for the battles for supremacy that waged in the rabbit warrens of squalid Victorian streets. They would also carry knives but the intention was always to wound and maim rivals rather than kill. Scuttlers would also wear flashy silk scarves or white mufflers whilst the collective hair style was a short back and sides topped off with a long 'donkey' fringe, that hung lower on the left hand side, plastered down on their forehead and over that eye. Peaked caps were sometimes worn, but always tilted at the back, to show off the fringe.

Meanwhile a Scuttlers girl also adopted a distinct visual look consisting of clogs, shawl and a vertically striped skirt.

Angels with Manky Faces, 2009 play about Scuttlers

The gangs were incredibly territorial and would adopt the names of their streets or neighbourhood to distinguish which 'battalion' they belonged to, for example The Bengal Tigers represented Bengal Street in Ancoats, whilst The Meadows Boys took their cue from the Angel Meadow district. It was certainly a popular activity amongst the disadvantaged youth; a scuttle in 1879 was reported to occur between over 500 youths. Scuttling reached a peak in 1890-'91 with Manchester's Strangeways Prison recording more inmates interned for scuttling than for any other crime.



It was the turn of the century that saw Scuttling die out, thanks to a dedicated effort to give the youths a distraction and diverting them to other more peaceful, worthwhile and civilised activities to expend their energy. The setting up of working lads clubs (such as Salford Lads Club, scene of the famous The Smiths photo almost a hundred years later) and the formation of St Marks West Gorton Football Club (later to become Manchester City FC) along with the rise in street football, cinema and the demolition of several slums all helped put an end to The Scuttlers, though their influence clearly continues through other youth gangs to this very day.

Here's an interesting short documentary film from Inside Out on the Scuttlers, hosted by Corrie's Terry Duckworth, Nigel Pivaro