It was a different town then! No longer a working cross-channel port and no Naval Provosts anymore. The town was lot better behaved with the Navy backing up the local Police in the evenings. Eye-opening seeing all the newsagents and other little shops staying open into the evenings and being reminded of the general family air of the place. Also great to see the Earl Godwin & Earl Harold plying their trade. They may not have been the most beautiful of sea-going ships, but to little me they made quite the impression.
ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-DT9wYdl4hx8.html Don't know if your interested but the Earl Godwin started out as the 'Svea Drott' out of Sweden where she was built in 1966, ferrying to Germany. Went on to spend 25 years working between Italy and the Isle of Elba, about a 30k run as 'Moby Baby' - terrible name for such decent boat. Anyway she was broken up in November 2018 in Turkey. I was bizarrely gutted when i found out, like suddenly finding out a old friend from school had just died. RIP Earl Godwin.
Wow watching this brings back really great happy memories. I was born in 1980 and we use to go here every summer when I was growing up, we use to stay at Littlesea holiday park and I loved it. Now I have my own children and I take them to Weymouth.
Takes me back to more happier times.I at one time used to like to go into that amusement arcade and go and play on the fruit machines that were once there.
Went to Weymouth for childhood holidays, later (at the time of this video) I was living and working in Weymouth. Happy times. Remember the train and ferry to Channel Islands, Sealink, I think.
I remember getting chased down the Esplanade by the Shore Patrol because my mate Murray was wearing his Naval Greatcoat with his civvies (Pirate Rig!). They didn't catch us.
Sarah, do you have part two of this programme? You are supposed to have 9 videos but only 8 appear ... is part two the missing ninth video? The tx date of this programme (which I searched for after finding it by chance in the BFI database) is Friday 7th February 1986 on BBC2 in the South West, so the filming must have been in the summer of 1985.
Something weird here,everybody says the pier bandstand was blown up may 86,my memory is it being 1987,this film shows the pier bandstand still in all its glory in the summer of 86! was this film made in 85 or am.i right?
i was born in Weymouth 1968.. it's always been called the Malibu as far as i can remember..lost my virginity after a night at the malibu 1987. Quite old really for these days i'd say..
had my first soft sexual experience on the pier in 1983.. i was working in the small kiosk selling burgers, she worked on some other stall somewhere. We'd meet up in the room with the chest freezers where i was..can just about see the room in the video..
& there's a Punk Girl Goth on a step through in her long grey dress, O whops, she's got her tyre stuck, in the steel track. & there a Local lad carrying a huge ghetto blaster as if a heavy sack, Howard Jones I think. a shorter chap following, with bullets round his ankles, O look the girls are laughing behind their backs but that's Weymouth for you, a place for once diverse expression. Still pockets here & there of the old but they don't advertise on signs as it's all done on social media these days. Now the shops are empty & the businesses boarded up, just the Gin palaces that clank & ping in the harbour to bob about, waiting patiently for a storm or one pleasant trip out. The original Brunel Station was dismantled & sold off for scarp but they've got a new bridge, new station & bypass, the bypass created for business who then decided to move out but that's Weymouth for you, place ideal to host the Water Olympics, the reason why the people were all warned off. But did see a reaper drone, courtesy of the US I guess, not to monitor the excessive hiked up parking but to keep their competitors safe. Now the place is rather strange, great destination for a cheap hen night or stag do's, just follow the road till it ends, that's the sea where most visitors end up at night. Least their happy I don't suppose. I must go down there at two O clock in the morning, to jolly myself up, meet them by the waterside, to swop anecdotes but I would probably get beaten up but that's Weymouth for you, the place where women bite their boyfriends ear's off or worse. Still a Councillor from Eel Pie Island, so they used to flooding, the idea now for revenue, to build on green field sites further up stream. Still Nazi's could have invaded, the place where D day once set off. If the marching boots had landed, sure they'd built an Autobahn to dissect an ancient Ridgeway, left over from an ice age, as part of the Jurassic coast. Still that's Weymouth for you, sawing off the branch been sitting on as they gone for exclusive, lost the meaning of Poor Lot or Gypsy Corner, Londoner's down to pick strawberries, as a cheap busman's holiday, a place where once sustaining year round. Now it's all about attracting big business or some crazy notion for efficiency, to get stuck in traffic. Makes you wonder who indeed did win the war. They did even consider moving the town clock, as that's how daft, well there you go, that's Weymouth for you, a destination for morons as been run by the same.