[droylsden_kid]

My late Grandfather had a hairy tale to tell about Jutland Street.
The day he was getting married he was being ferried to the wedding in a horse drawn cab. The cab driver was apparently quite drunk and tried to take a short-cut down Jutland Street (I think it was probably still called Junction street then) with a vehicle having no brakes. A disaster was averted only because the horse took a dislike to the steep hill and refused to go any further. My Grandfather always said that he was forced to take the reins himself in order to get to the wedding.