I remember Airbombs and there more evil brother Airbomb repeaters. mischief night, I believe ,is unique to Leeds and surrounding areas. It was like the wild west, virtually anything was allowed. The underground reservoir by moortown water tower has banked sides at something like 60degrees, we stabbed the plastic spikes in to the earth and pointed them at where the buses came to there terminus, if you lit the blue touch paper and timed it just right the explosive shot at the windows terrifying the passengers. One night I remember me and Martin, like so many of my generation, now dead from drug overdose, hiding in the pissing rain with mere sparklers on either side of Nursery Lane as some fat suburbanite drove home hurling them across his windscreen. He pulled up in anger and terror and gave us a chase but being, fat, middle aged, he didnt stand a chance. We knew the ginnels and met up, high on naughtyness and laughter, our tears of joy blending in to the rain that covered our faces. Martin lived close to the water tower and was my friend from 9 to 31 when he slumped over in Richards kitchen after injecting too much heroin. He had been forcibly warned that the gear was strong but took it in to his own head to take second hit.
Moortown Water Tower is on an underground reservoir created to supply water to na high, wealthy point in Leeds. The tower began work in 1923. Often this type of architecture is thought to have no aesthetic decisions taken in it's design however , if you look closely, there is decoration. My personal belief is that purely functional design cannot exixt. We are unable to carry out purely cold judgement. Eight legs taper up from an octagonal base about 8 feet in height, tapering to support the cylindrical container roughly 15 feet deep. There are two sets of rails linking the legs that flare out at the joints. When I climbed it as a child there was still an airrade siren halfway up. if you span its central drum you ran the risk of finger loss.
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