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So in 2009 Leeds City Council decided to 'regenerate' my street. They began the process of purchasing the houses opposite to the row I live on, and the houses in the next street.

This little blog is about what it’s like to live amongst derelict houses in a neglected street under a ConDem Govt and a Labour Council . . I hope you find it interesting and illuminating.

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I live in South Leeds and have done for over 7 years. After watching the houses opposite me empty and fall into dereliction, I was initially full of hope for better housing and improved living standards; my hope is now turning to disappointment. I wanted to create a place online where I could share my experiences of living in what seems to me at least, to be a dying street. This blog is entirely about my personal experiences and feelings, and is in no way represents my employer or any other organsiation.

Wednesday 17 August 2011

Lee and Lance

With recent 'youth' activity focusing heavily upon burning, raping and pillaging particularly amongst the greater spotted urban youth I thought I’d reminisce about two entrepreneurial young men who lived near us in London.  

We first encountered this dynamic duo when they were posting homemade leaflets through doors offering their services to clean cars to earn some pocket money. This was long before the days of drive in hand car washes and also before mobile phones were as ubiquitous as they are now in the UK.

What really caught our attention was Lee himself. He had all the patter and the charm of an East end market trader. Confident and a bit cheeky Lee introduced himself to us like he was a used car salesman with 30 years experience of ducking and diving, he also introduced us to his friend whose name we instantly forgot.


Harry Enfield was riding high in the comedy firmament, so these two young fellahs became known as Lee and Lance. They can’t have been more than 12 or 13, and they really looked like 12 year old boys, all skinny arms and legs and sticky out ears. In comparison the girls they were at school with would have seemed like Kathleen Turner in Body Heat. The telly characters of Lee and Lance were a couple of Londoners who had hidden talents and were barstool philosophers as the videos below will show.




The thing that really tickled us was the contact number on their promotional flyer, it wasn’t even theirs, they’d used a neighbour’s mobile number and hoped he wouldn’t mind – classic risk taking devil may care attitude from Lee and his partner in commerce.

They were instantly commissioned to wash my housemate’s car, a rather lovely 2CV, but were too small to carry the water bucket when it was full so we had to do that for them, but they did a good job and charged a reasonable price. They even waxed the car under the critical eye of its beady eyed owner.

Lee had explained that he wanted some extra money to contribute to his share of a family holiday or a computer game, and that seemed like as good a reason as any so we were happy to offer them odd jobs.

They were nice kids showing a bit of initiative and that deserved to be acknowledged and encouraged. Over the next few years we watched them grow up enough to be able to carry a bucket of water without adult supervision, lose teeth (this happened once whilst washing the 2CV, there was blood and there was panic; tea towels and kitchen roll were brought into play, but they still finished waxing the car – committed and professional to the last) and then they began to diversify into weeding gardens, washing windows and other useful odd jobs as they got older and taller.

Lee and lance were the acceptable face of trick or treating and carol singing, on one occasion after they turned up and mumbled the first chorus of “We Wish you a Merry Christmas”, like every lazy and undeserving carol singer does, though if I remember they also appeared in November which was a little premature, we told them that if they came back much nearer Christmas, sang three carols in full, and with enthusiasm we’d give them a fiver – an amount not to be sniffed at for carol singing in 1994. They did indeed return much nearer Christmas and they sang three carols in full, enthusiastically, if not harmoniously, and they were rewarded fairly as agreed. The shine was slightly taken off when they turned up the next evening in disguise for a repeat performance, we were not fooled and we sent them off with a friendly telling off, it was all good natured and as always we had to admire their initiative.

In comparison to the youthful, and not so youthful, rioters in the news recently I think it’s important to recognise that not all young people are scum, there’s a lot of positive behaviour out there, but it’s not sexy and it doesn’t sell papers or get headlines to report on nice kids doing nice stuff.

1 comment:

  1. Indeed.
    And I remember the local kid who was always doing sponsored stuff for his football team, to pay for kit and the like.
    They aren't all bad!
    http://www.99percent.org.uk/

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