Tag Archives: Hackney

Hackney DLO

In 1965 I was employed by the Hackney Direct Labour Organisation (DLO). I enjoyed being one of their plumbers. It wasn’t a prestigious position but aged twenty one I only wanted a steady reliable income. The talk in the building … Continue reading

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A job in a million

When I started work at Hackney Council I quickly realised I was a cog in a big wheel. Lou Olivo, the area foreman, was pig ignorant, arrogant, and annoying to anyone at a lesser grade than him. We were trash, … Continue reading

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Ted Carter: My first ‘lad’

On my first day at Hackney I went to the depot and met two men who I told I’d been sent my Mr Lacy. “Oh, that wax work dummy, at the Town Hall – is he still standing by his … Continue reading

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The Rabbits Pub

  Stapleford Road, North-East of Harold Hill, is a nice friendly place for people from London like me and my family. Being City bred and born, it was such a difference to have a country pub on our doorstep. Just the ambiance … Continue reading

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The tragic death of Martin Walker: a Hackney Dustman

I first met Martin in 1977 when I was foreman plumber at the Defoe Road depot in Stoke Newington, Hackney. He was a plumbers mate on my team. He wasn’t a skilled man but he was essential to us plumbers … Continue reading

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A strong young man

Back in the early seventies whilst working as a newly appointed foreman plumber at the DLO (Direct Labour Organisation) for the London Borough of Hackney a job came in for a roof repair to the Stoke Newington Town Hall. Of course, … Continue reading

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The Blessed Generation

When I look back over my life, it is not hard to see why I truly believe I and others of my age group should celebrate that we had enough to eat as children; we weren’t conscripted into the army at eighteen … Continue reading

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