astonished so well taken care of those old buildings ty for the tout from Canada searching for my great granfather Peter Fidler he left us a legacy i would like to see his walks of life ty
I have always felt Cov to be a heartless, concrete waste land where people seem to look at you with distain and as if they want to punch you rather than shake your hand. Apart from the lovely mural on the side of the flats you filmed and the black and white timbered building it doesn't seem to have changed that much... Much appreciated as always bro 🙏
I was born and brought up in Cov but left in the early 80s at 16 to join the Army and have rarely returned. I hardly recognise it these days and certainly not the council estate I was from which has demographically changed beyond recognition - I got lost the last time I went back for a family funeral. Coventry is a distant memory for me and to be honest you couldn't pay me to live back there.
It was an elderly lady from Coventry who bought our house five years ago. She said she couldn't wait to get away from the place. We were in a northern seaside resort at the time.
I only went there for a few days back in the early 80's to stay with friends who moved there. The husband had a job with GEC, I think it was, and they lived in a house tied to the job. It was during the miners strike. Although I was in great sympathy with the miners (surprising how many yuppies also were) it shocked me how extremely left the couple really were. I had known they were a bit but didn't know how much. They were vicious in their verbal attack on her 11 year old son because he did something "capatalist". I was a bit of a keen Christian then and said I would go to church Sunday. Her son said he would like to come. I didn't mind and they said he could. I didn't know that the church took the kids into a different room or on the green at the back for fun activities during the sermon to save them being bored during the reading. I let him go as I could see they were going through the back not the front, and there were a number of children although younger than him. When they returned after not long, he was thrilled he had won 2p in a race. Of course he told my friend and her husband, and they looked enraged as they promptly blew up at him. Shouting and berating him. Poor little lad. After I caught my breath back I told them if the wanted to blame anyone then to blame me and not be angry at him. My (now ex) friend said two or three cross words to me but didn't shout at me. Instead she went back to bawling at her humiliated and terrified young son. I had never imagined they could have been so cruel and fanatical about "capatalism" to a child and I could only then see them as nasty ugly people. I had know her for years off and on, then him with her for a couple of years. Couldn't wait to leave the next day and that was that. As for Coventry itself, saw the new cathedral but didn't think much of it. Too modern. Apart from that, only houses, shops and a drink inside their working mens club. Better places than Coventry, imo.
