Whiston - Land Of Dreams
An old photograph of Whiston which I nicked from a glass case in Rotherham Library.
Ah, Whiston Village, nearly a hundred years ago. Look, there's some poor bloke standing outside the post office, waiting for Giros to be invented.
Whiston was where all the intellectual children went to be educated before making their mark on the Big Wide World. Some of them pissed away their potential and went on to scrape together a living by digging up old bricks and bog rolls, but the vast majority of them went on to have proper jobs like Video Rental Management etc.
Let's fast forward 100 years and see how much has changed, viewers....
Whiston today. Note the nice bridge, an ideal spot for playing pooh sticks, or ritual drowning.
Just as I guessed, fuck all. Oh, wait a minute, the bloke's gone. He probably got bored of waiting, and went off and got killed in a War or something.

Here's another recent Whiston picture, and you'll be pleased to see we're back at the pub...
The Sitwell Arms - note the steady stream of piss seeping out of the phonebox.
The Sitwell Arms, home to the famous Rea family from 1981-1988 and now considered a place of worship to that Golden Era. If Darren Rea's dad is watching, I most definately did NOT have a piss in that phone box at any stage, and anyone who claims I did is a liar.