Stockton Staring Game

An eventful weekend finished with me smashing my car into a kerb.

I crashed my car at about six in the morning meaning I had to wait a couple of hours until Oxbridge Industrial Estate was open before I could get my car fixed.

(People who aren’t from Stockton may know Oxbridge for its gorgeous, but expensive chippy).

Luckily, a kind young man with a recovery van offered to take my car to a garage.

20 minutes later and the man I thought was kind, was not so kind.

Of course, because this is Stockton, I assumed he was going to recover my van out of the goodness of his heart. I was wrong.

Gobsmacked, I handed over the twenty quid and carried on with my day.

Anyway, I got my car fixed and traded it for a new one.

So i’m driving through a wonderful community called Hartington Road, in my very fast, ten year old, new car, when I catch the eye of a chap wearing a black Nike cap.

Of course, being the polite man I am, I look back at him and engage in a staring contest, which lasts until I can no longer see him and I almost crash my car. Again.

My friend, from Northallerton, asks me “why was he staring you out?”.

Then I realized people from outside Stockton probably don’t play the staring game.

It is a general rule of thumb, that in Stoctkon, if someone catches your eye, you must stare back at them, until it is no longer possible, or until they come over to you and try to start a conversation.

Often they may start a conversation with “away then” or “d’ya wan’a go son?”. I assume they will go on to ask if you want to go to the cinema or Pizza Hut.

So, yesterday,  i’m driving through Stockton on my way to Burger King, with my window down, when I lock eyes with a bloke wearing an Ed Hardy tracksuit and a flat cap.

Of course, he stares me out. The contest goes on until our cars are neck and neck. He then winds down his window and exclaims “away then son let’s go”.

So I stop staring, promptly wind my window up, and quickly drive off as fast as I can.

The new flying machine

The new flying machine


Today in Stockton – Girls Fighting

An arrest was made in Stockton a couple of days ago which even shocked us who live here.

The Evening Gazette reported that a 15 year old girl, who attended one of Stockton’s many schools, had been arrested in connection with a sickening video posted online.

Here’s the video, I’ve removed sound to avoid identification.

The video, appears to show two girls of the same age fighting in an area close to Stockton High Street. Not so surprising.

But the video goes on to show one girl beating the other girl on the floor, while crowds of her friends egged her on. Still not very surprising.

In the end the fight stopped, the ambulance attended, the girl was treated and taken to hospital and the perpertrator was arrested by Cleveland Police. Surprising.

For once the police were doing their job. Rather than trying to get their daughter a job and lying about it, they were able to do their own job and arrest the trouble causer.

Pity they couldn’t have gotten there sooner to stop the fight.

Pity no one who was there never intervened to stop the fight, but as I said, not so surprising in Stockton on Tees.

More surprising than Cleveland Police doing their job, is after the fight, people took to Facebook to slate the girl who got arrested.

I expected them to be slating the victim for being a “grass”, which would not have been surprising at all.

One girl even said: “Wait til I get my hands on that ******* (defendant), the scruffy cow, im guna smash her face in.” The post was greeted with almost a hundred “likes”.

Two wrongs don’t make a right? In a place called Stockton, it seems like they do.

What is Stockton?

If you’re from the South of England you have probably heard of a small, derelict place called the North, you might even have been. Chances are, if you have been, the furthest North you have travelled is Manchester, in the North West. You might of been to Scotland, and if so, there is half a chance you have driven right through the north of England to get there. More likely you flew there, and avoided witnessing the atrocities of the north. If you did drive to Scotland you might of past a little known place called the North East. Time forgot the North East in the 1980’s, and since then has been used as a dumping ground for government cuts, unemployment, nuclear waste, and critical journalism. If you delve deeper into the pits of the North East, it is almost possible to realise that it is not one large dumping ground, it is in fact divided into several smaller dumping grounds. One being a place called Stockton.