There was a Saturday morning ritual in the northern suburbs of Manchester in the 1960s. Kids and dogs were thrown out onto the streets while the moms did the shopping and the dads waited for the pubs to open again.
North Manchester, museum of bleachers, dyers, poets, pimps and perverts.
My family lived there on the outskirts of the Tall Town of Chimneys for more than a century. Way back then, this wasn’t a godforsaken hole, it was a land fertile with dreams, hopes and opportunities. It was beautiful place … salmon in the Irk, woodlands and wild hyacinth, meadows, daffodils and primrose.
But 50 years ago, when those kids hit the streets they were in danger from the likes of Brady and Hindley who were looking for more young innocent victims.
They say that on the streets of Manchester you are never more than six feet away from a rat … well, Brady and Hindley weren’t rats, they were pure evil.
And even now after his death Brady is sending a shiver down the spine of this now grand and vibrant city.
Brady’s body was not being released until assurances had been given that his ashes will not be scattered on Saddleworth Moor, a coroner has said.
He failed to reveal where one of his victims, Keith Bennett, was buried, meaning the youngster’s body may never be found. Yet, in a further insult to victims, a coroner said he may have wanted his ashes scattered on Saddleworth Moor, where he and Hindley hid the bodies of those they killed.
Here journalist and broadcaster Leigh G Banks, editor at the consumerwatchfoundation.com, talks to broadcaster Henry O’Donovan, from bonditunes.com, about what it was like being brought up on the streets where the god and goddess of gore hunted…