Stockton Takeaway

Another Stockton takeaway owner has been fined for bad food hygeine standards.

Only too often do takeaways in Stockton make a bad name for themselves because of low standards.

A few months ago, my favourite takeaway in Stockton, the home of the pound pizza, was fined again for about the 5th time. But everytime i hear about them being fined I return regardless a.

That is because at Azad’s, I know exactly what I’m getting. A seven inch margaritta with garlic sauce for £1.50 (the price went up by fifty pence after the last fine) and a can of Dr Pepper for 70 pence.

So I couldn’t care less whether they kept the bechemel sauce outside in open containers with flies flying around it, because the pizza’s are £1.50 and they almost taste nice.

However, with places like Picasso’s, who’s ex-owner was fined this week for “filthy food preparation conditions”, I am bothered that they have bad hygiene standards.

That is because if I’m paying four quid for an eight inch pizza, I at least want them to have cleaned their hands before touching my pizza, and I want my garlic for free (like Azad’s). If they can do all that, and make my pizza taste nice, I would happily pay the price for the pizza. But I’d probably regret not going to Azad’s.

Which is why, if I want a pizza that is actually nice, there is only one place to go.

Even if domino’s are being told off for only employing foreigners so they can pay low wages, and even if they do take absolutely ages to deliver, and even if they do get your order wrong 50 percent of the time, you can guarantee that the pizza will taste nice.

On top of that, there is an added bonus that when they deliver the wrong pizza, you can eat it all anyway, then ring up and complain, and they bring a new free pizza to your door.

So you hit two birds with one stone. You get to complain AND you get a free pizza.

What more could you want?


UK’s Best Christmas Tree

In Stockton there is a generally accepted high street fashion trend of trainers, joggers, and a cap.

Like all people in Stockton, the only trainers I have are Airmax. There are a few other accepted variations of trainer, however they must be either Nike or Adidas.

This is likewise with joggers, which must also be Nike or Adidas. Caps must be Nike with a silver plastic Nike badge.

Ironically, this type of sports gear, isn’t the best gear for playing sports. So I needed some new trainers.

The amount of Bargain Madness’, Pound Land’s and charity shops  in Stockton is perfect for people like me who hate spending money.

So to buy my new trainers I took my custom to the Bargain Madness’ of the shoe world – Wynsors World of Shoes and found a bargain – A pair of Pumas for twenty quid!

Proud of my purchase, I walk through the high street and bump into this.

UK's Best Christmas tree

UK’s Best Christmas tree

It was this that reminded me I’m not the only one who hates spending money.

Stockton council spent all their money on traffic lights rather than Christmas lights, so had to nip to Pound Land before the light’s switch on and buy one of those cheap fibre optic Christmas trees.

One amazed Facebook User said “it’s got to be there worst in the country”

and another called it a “wigwam”.

On the other hand was a money issue a little more serious. A hostage.

Cleveland Police spent all their time trying to negotiate a hostage situation with the hope of redeeming themselves for all the recent corruption accusations.

They were absolutely gutted to find out that, after all that effort, there was no hostage after all and they just looked silly.

Turns out it was a 33 year old man who has now been charged with common assault and break of bail.

What a waste of time, he’d have more chance making money by scrapping in that Christmas tree.

Missing Person Appeal

Tommy Sandbach

Tommy Sandbach

Police are appealing for information leading to the safe return of a Stockton High Street regular.

Blaine Sandbach, 53, who is also known as Tommy, was last seen on Thursday last week.

Tommy, who is well known in the Stockton area, was wearing a grey coat, blue jeans, a beanie hat and black trainers when he was last spotted.

Mr Sandbach, who is described as 5ft 10″, with a slim build, fair skin and brown hair, is also known to have family in Manchester.

Police are asking anyone with information to call the non-emergency phone number 101.

Not many people can be described as “Stockton High Street regular” so we need to get this man back to the home he loves! 

The kind heart of Stockton

Yesterday I took a short trip into Stockton high street to buy a subway (The only big name store in the high street) and got a meatball marinara sandwich and drink for £3.

On the walk, my friend asked
me to wait for him while he signed on at the job centre.

(If your not familiar, signing on is how a lot of people from Stockton earn their fortnightly wage of £113.60 (dole))

Some workers are a little wiser and earn slightly more than others.

“Ya smashed it there darl” a loving boyfriend says to his girlfriend, whose “bad back” and way with words secured disability benefits for a few weeks.

While admiring the couples determination to earn more than the rest, my thoughts are interrupted by a short man and his dog.

“Now mate, don’t fancy doing us a fag do ya?” the man politely asks with a smile on his delicately chiseled face.

Regrettably, I don’t smoke and I am forced to say “no”.

Luckily a kind, caring man, presumably also waiting for a friend, interrupts our conversation.

“‘Ere son, i’ll save ya ‘alf” the man says, while rolling cigarette”.

While the two continue to chat over a cigarette, I sit back and admire.


Picture of the job centre at a less busy time of day

Amazing that in a town riddled by recession, the honest, hard working citizens of Stockton can pull together and share the moments that matter most; half a cigarette outside the job centre before you sign on.

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.