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  1. 11 points
    Went for my scan this morning and went back this afternoon for the results with the oncologist. The only thing was ( apart from the muck up with my appointments) the results hadn't arrived. He phoned the radiology dept and got the results by word and relayed them to me. Everything ok , the mark on my lungs has disappeared ( relief). He's not happy that he did not give me the written results so I have to go back on Monday then he will explain everything to me. He still wants me to have scans every 3-4 months though. My folder is getting fuller by the months. As I said to him " I can now breathe" yes he said I could see you were a bit anxious.
  2. 9 points
    Mums birthday has come round again and as usual she wanted to go to Newcastle races to watch the Northumberland Plate, for for the first time in a number of years she picked the winner ....Who dares wins. This year we stayed in the hospitality marquee as outside was just to hot even with a big hat on, so her 102 birthday has been a lovely day who knows next year we may go somewhere different.
  3. 9 points
    Ben's come back, and I met Trogg for the first time today. That ticks two boxes at the same time.
  4. 8 points
    My bike ride this morning produced these two sightings. A Reed Bunting and a Yellowhammer. Sorry abotu the quality but they wouldn't keep still!
  5. 8 points
    The Bald Eagle, the national bird of the USA, can reach diving speeds of between 75 - 99 mph.
  6. 8 points
    It's my wedding anniversary, one year today. Off to Kraków for a few days.
  7. 8 points
    NonnaB you have not monopolised this topic , you had problems and you told friends about them, that's what friends are for, keep on posting. I was not going to post my problems but I put them on after another posting, we all deal with things differently. I tend to keep quiet about things and do things my way , its best for me for others its different , we all should do what we want and not just to please others. I have told my wife not to worry as if the worse happens she will receive half of my pension, she never replied to that , but I am still in the spare bedroom nursing my injuries . You can see I make a joke of everything, that's my way of coping. Keep on smiling and posting pictures of the food you prepare its great.
  8. 7 points
    Hey, Ayup Ben, pleased to see you back and sorry you’ve had health issues but hope you settle into your new home quickly. Did you get out before the rent man called? Just hope that a few of the old stalwart Nottstalgians poke their heads around the door and see that all is calm again.
  9. 7 points
    Moved into our new home today,,now sat quietly apart from a little jig when the music of Dr Hook gets too much to sit still, The site seems to have got back to its friendly ways,,so I'm back,, Apart from moving home the last few weeks have been a bit turbulent health wise for me and the wife,,need to get sorted,, hope trogg is ok,anyone heard owt? Excuse me Dr Hook is singing sexy thing,,gotta go,, lol
  10. 7 points
    Went for my usual mornnig bike ride and found that the stupid tw*t who dumps his takeaway boxes and Red Bull tins out of his car at the weekends has struck again but this time not just a single can and box.....there is a pile of Red Bull tins and empty fag packets all dumped in a passing place on one of the single track roads where I usually spot the cast out stuff. I've reported the tipping to "Dumb Dumpers" and it will be removed tomorrow but the point is that every Caithness household has recycle bins that take everything in the pile - so why go to the trouble of dumping in the countryside when you could tip it at home?! Some people should be eliminated!
  11. 6 points
    Scaremongers were patrolling the beach one day some years ago when I was sitting in the sunshine near Sellafield. They approached me with their clipboards and asked if I realised what danger I might be in, sunbathing so close to a nuclear plant. I said that if it resulted in me growing two heads it would make me twice as smart. They left me in peace.
  12. 6 points
    I too have happy memories of Wollaton Hall. We used to go quite often on a Sunday afternoon, an oasis to my Radford home and to many from the built up suburbs. The 'adventure playground' with the zip line was a great diversion to the usual swings and slides found on other playgrounds. My dad was friends with one of the Policemen on the mounted section and we'd go to the stables occasionally when the mounted section horses were based there. For almost 20 years I could see the hall from my back bedroom window on Truro Crescent. At night the twinkling string of amber street lights marking the route of the ring road in the middle distance with the illuminated hall glowing a mile or so away on the horizon. We used to go quite often when the grandchildren were younger. They always like to see the gorilla who they called 'big Willie' , don't know why! We went on a guided tour with Berridge school about 1964 and remember the class joker falling down the stairs as he was so busy ogling the naked woman painted on the stairwell ceiling. Not been for ages until last week when we called in on a whim. Thought it was looking quite run down. Grass very long, no flowers near the Camellia house, fish pond at the back drained and all just a bit scruffy generally and not quite how I remember it. I was involved a couple of years ago in a project to do with the history of Raleigh cycles. I worked in the Raleigh design office 1970-73. The buildings in the stable yard where the industrial museum is have several floors and are surprisingly spacious. They have quite a lot of historic items stored in there including a lot of cycles. I had access to the stores there plus an off site store in the City. Some very interesting stuff in there but perhaps a bit niche for general display.
  13. 6 points
    Well, long shots pay off sometimes...and this one did, I'm delighted to say. Olive's mother, Harriet, generally answered the door when my mother rang the doorbell. The front door opened onto a long passageway which led to the stairs and in that narrow hallway was a bentwood chair and a little table with an old-fashioned black Bakelite telephone, Olive's hairdressing appointment book and a pencil. Mrs Wibberley, as we always called her, would write down an appointment in the book and we would often call back later in the day either for my hair to be trimmed or my mother's to be trimmed. It is a shame that, as the years passed, Olive's hairdressing clients began to diminish but the reason was probably that most of them were employees of Players, already women who were getting on in years and preferred old-fashioned hairstyles. I vividly remember the front room of the house which was Olive's salon and the very strange looking contraption which stood in the corner to the left of the window. My mother always warned me never to touch anything but this particular piece of equipment fascinated me and all I knew about it was that it was connected with perming hair. I now realise that it was actually a permanent wave machine and already, in the very early 1960s, completely out of date and probably obsolete but no doubt Olive was still using it to perm the hair of some of her older lady clients. There was only one hooded hair dryer which again looked rather old-fashioned even in the early 60s. Cutting my hair when I was a very small child must have been an extremely arduous task because it was so tightly curled naturally that I shied away from anyone putting a comb through it. Olive had a magic touch when dealing with children and certainly managed to persuade me to sit still for long enough to have my hair trimmed and I don't remember her ever pulling my hair or hurting me as my mother tended to do when she tried to comb through my Shirley Temple locks. Olive used to tell me stories and I remember when she'd finished cutting my hair, she used to brush the loose snippets away from the back of my neck with a soft brush which tickled. She always said it was the fairies dancing on the back of my neck. Given that she had such a magical way with children, I have always felt it was a shame that she was not allowed to be a mother herself, even though she did have a child early in 1939. I often wondered in later years whether the child she gave birth to was actually the boy she called Paul and said was her nephew but I now realise, of course, that he wasn't. Perhaps her child, who was named David, was brought up by another member of the family as so often happened in these situations years ago. It would certainly be nice to think that she wasn't totally separated from him and could still see him at times and that she was aware of how he was growing up and what he was doing. Children are very aware of atmospheres and, although I enjoyed going to Olive's to have my hair cut, I was very often aware of a sadness which seemed to hang around her and although my mother very much liked Olive and thought she was an excellent hairdresser, she always seemed to feel rather sorry for her. It wasn't until I was much older that I found out she may have had a great deal of sadness in her life which no one ever spoke about. As nonna pointed out a few posts back, there were many women who operated hairdressing salons from the front room of their homes but they were not able to keep up with the latest styles, training and equipment which usually meant that once their clients had grown older and either moved away or died, the salon went out of business and this, sadly, seems to have been the fate which befell Olive. As to her family connections, I discovered that Olive was the eldest of three children born to Percy James Wibberley and Harriet Harris who were married in March 1911 in Loughborough. The other children were Margaret F Wibberley who was known as Peggy, born in 1914 and Rex Wibberley, born in 1917. Harriet was born on the 8th of August 1888 in Loughborough and died on the 17th of August 1978 in Nottingham. Percy Wibberley was born in 1889 in Ashbourne, Derbyshire and died on the 23rd of May 1961 in Nottingham. Olive Wibberley never married, although she gave birth to a son named David in 1939. Peggy Wibberley was married twice, firstly to Charles R Swift in 1936 at Sculcoates. They had two children John M Swift born in Middlesbrough in 1938 and Roger Swift born in Nottingham in 1941. After Charles died in 1942, Peggy married for a second time to Frank E Grant in 1953 in Nottingham and they had a son named Paul, born in 1954, Olive's much loved nephew. It appears that Rex Wibberley never married and died on the 16th of January 1981 in Nottingham. According to the 1939 register, Percy James Wibberley was employed as a master confectioner, whilst Olive was already busy in her hairdressing salon and Rex was an apprentice electrician. It may be that Paul has already acquired all this information but, if not, I have made a note of it here as I know he has been trying to find out about Olive's history and some of this may help.
  14. 6 points
    On wednesday evening I attended a talk by an ex-WWII Stirling heavy bomber pilot, Sqdn Ldr Don Mason DSO DFC L.d'H (Chevalier), BEM. (Retd.) Just three months away from his 99th birthday, Don gave a magnificent 2½hr illustrated lecture on Bomber crews and their missions during World War Two. He completetd 67 missions over occupied Europe and was shot down twice. He didn't say much about when he was shot down so I tabled a question at the end during the usual "Questions and answers" session. I asked how he was awarded the DSO and DFC. His answer was illuminating and interesting, to say the least: The first occasion, flak over the Dutch coast smashed his plane's steering gear, destroyed one of the tailplanes and holed the fuselage, causing the plane to take an uncontrollable course directly north up the middle of the North Sea. Without steering control he managed to ditch the plane in the North Sea some 80 miles from the Yorkshire coast. When the crew had all got into the escape dinghy a head count revealed that the navigator was missing. Don then ordered the crew to "Stand off" from the plane as he went back into the sinking aircraft to find the navigator. The navigator had suffered a broken femur and was trapped in his seat, so Don took the emergency axe from its mount and smashed his navigator free before smashing a big enough hole in the fuselage to drag him out and into the sea. All this time the aircraft was filling with water and it was only the wingtip bouyancy tanks and empty fuel tanks that were keeping it afloat. It took him four separate returns to the aircraft before his rescue attempt was complete and then they drifted in the ice cold sea for 56hrs before being picked up by an air-sea rescue launch. For this act he was awarded the Distinguished Service Order. The second time he was shot down his aircraft was attacked by a ME110 nightfighter and four of his crew were killed by the canon fire. He himself suffered a massive head wound (Could still see the scar from eyebrow to back of head) but managed to land the plane at Manston emergency runway. He was hospitalised for nine months before a medical board classed him as fit for service but not for piloting due to damaged peripheral vison in his left eye. He was then offered a choice of a desk job or return to flying service as a WOP-AG (Wireless operator/air gunner). He chose the latter and was stripped of his pilots wings and given a half wing instead. In his role as wireless operator he saw service through the remainder of the war. On D-Day he was crewing a Sterling heavy bomber that was converted to towing Horsa gliders. At 0630hrs his plane took a glider to France and delivered it to the drop zone to capture a bridge ahead of the main invasion force. Then at 1730 in the evening they went back with another glider, this time containing arms and ammunition. He continued flying supply drops around Nornamdy for the French Resistance and British troops. On 17th September his crew were detailed to take a troop glider to Arnhem and he made several successful flights in that area until the allies broke through and over the Rhine further south. Meanwhwile he continued dropping arms to the resistance groups throughout Europe. At the end of the war he was detailed to pick up and return troops that had been prisoners of war of the Japanese in Kuala Lumpur. He said that the troop returns were the saddest of all his flights throughout the war. They were near death and emaciated. When they crossed the Needles on the Isle of Wight, both troops and crew were in tears for the homecoming. Anyway, I had a great night and if anyone has the chance to see his talk, I can whloeheartedly recommend it. It is part of the nationwide "Their Past, Your Future" project. I just hope that he remembers to pay his television tax so that the BBC can continue to pay their presenters multi-million pound salaries! Let's face it - that's far more important than anything he did for his country........
  15. 6 points
    Thanks Jill,, yes still. been lurking,,saw that about young trogg,,and after all the kindness i was shown when having my OP,,,could'nt not wish trogg all the very best,,
  16. 6 points
    Ay up, our Ben. Nice to see you back. As for young Trogg.... get it done and dusted and get back on NS pronto as you will be missed.
  17. 6 points
    I had a relative ask if they could take my boys out this morning as they were going walking with a friend and as I had things I wanted to do said yes. They arrived, got backpack sorted (water for boys, poo bags etc) and off they went. Boys went out quite eagerly without a backward glance, puts my role into perspective! Got loads done. Hoovered carpets without hairs appearing when I turned my back, washed floors downstairs without having doggie footprints all over them whilst they were still wet. Cleaned upstairs, battled with a hanging bag in the shower to put shower gel etc in, still can’t get the stupid thing to stick, so just cleaned the bathroom instead. Sorted out a few boxes (still have quite a few from the move last August that I haven’t emptied, need more storage), looked through some photographs I found. Finally finished, made myself a drink and suddenly realised how quiet and empty the house felt. Then they came back, waggie tails and tired, water bowls attacked and water dribbled all over my clean floors, hairs on my clean carpet. Lots of fussing and vocalisation about their walk. Relatives left, boys settled with me in kitchen, things back to normal. Heaven
  18. 6 points
    Hello again ! I must admit I missed you all so decided to look in on you all only to find I had never actually logged off and left. Anyway I am surprised and pleased to see we are sort of back to how it used to be, mouth ulcers/odd beatles/where to go and other odd topics. Like Lizzie I am sorry some of you are under the weather take care of yourselves. Gem. Mouth ulcers....try toothpaste.
  19. 5 points
    Watching Expresso Bongo""1959,, Some great familiar names and faces,,Laurence Harvey brilliant as a london Jew boy,,trying to promote acts,,including Cliff Richard,,Harvey does a brilliant jive,,wearing a Trilby,, Remember the shirt Cliff wore,,bought one the same after seeing the film,,60 years since and still recall buying it in town, 19/11,,knocked the girls bandy,, lol,,
  20. 5 points
    You can take the bloke out of Bulwell, but you can't take Bulwell out of the bloke.
  21. 5 points
    My father was in the Royal Navy from 1938 until 1952. He served on a number of ships including the battleship HMS King George V, and HMS Glasgow when they rescued the King of Norway and the Norwegian gold reserves ahead of the German army. But most of his war service he was on convoy escort duty across the Atlantic on HMS Gentian, a flower class corvette. On one trip he kept a diary from when they left Liverpool to arriving in Nova Scotia. I found it in his effects when he died 7 years ago and I typed it up and offered it to the Imperial War Museum. They were very pleased to receive it because as they said most war diaries were written by officers and my dad was an Able Seaman and he wrote about life below decks. Like most servicemen he never spoke about his war service except once when he said that it's not nice having to kick bits of your mate overboard after you've been attacked. I am still very proud of him and his generation and what they did for us.
  22. 5 points
    Hello, Trogg. I've just read your post and see that you're having an op to remove a kidney today. I wish you well and hope everything goes ok for you. When I was in my early twenties I had a pain in my lower back and had it checked out at the hospital. I was told that it was just a cold in my kidney and was I aware that I only had one kidney from birth. I didn't know but was told to just carry on with my life normally and to this day that is what I've done without any problems. I've mentioned this to reassure you that you'll be ok after your kidney op.
  23. 5 points
    Had a lovely day today at the ‘Shaping A Generation’ exhibition at the New Walk Museum and Art Gallery in Leicester. It details the 60s Mod scene in Leicester and Nottingham. Really great exhibition with scooters, (including the iconic Vespa from Quadrophenia) clothes and photos of those great times 50+ years ago. Had a lovely chat with Nottingham’s Alan Fletcher who wrote the book ‘Quadrophenia’ and was the story consultant for the film. So much to see, I hardly touched the surface and would love to go over there again but time’s running out, the exhibition closes at the weekend. Alan did say that the exhibition may be brought to Nottingham, I really hope so because so many of the Nottingham Mods are featured, at least two Nottstalgians too!
  24. 5 points
    Bit late, just found this topic. I used to go to Wrestling at Vic Baths. Along with some mates we used to stand on the balcony. (Cheap Option). On the way in always asked for "Next weeks Bill". (The bouts coming on following week in poster form) A good poster for sticking on your bedroom wall. If asked why you would reply "for my Grandma's Shop". Eventually the regular bloke on the door would be save one for me. Good move, if "Next Weeks bill had some top named bouts on e.g Jackie Pallo, Bert Royal and his Bro' etc. etc they would hard to get hold of. Remember one Thursday night when the Beatles were at the Odeon in town, Ted Beresford, the Promoter/MC (Little bald headed bloke in a DJ) made all his announcements wearing a Beatle wig. Saw a post somewhere in Nostalgia re Billy Two Rivers(BTR) getting carried out of the ring. Not sure who his opponent was, First round, BTR was continually being thrown into the corner post (Scripted?) but he went down after his back made contact with the post for the umpteenth time, eventually being carried out by St Johns. Made for a short evening as he was the Bill topper. Leon Arras, from Barnsley, was a regular. Turned out he was Brian Glover the actor. (Amongst other parts he played the Sports master in the film KES). A few odd characters, Ricky Starr, the wrestling ballet dancer. A wrestling Vicar from South Africa. (Can't remember his name) Zando Zarbo billed as the Afro hair styled Wild Man of Borneo, probably another scrap merchant from Sheffield, Akmed the Turk. Some other names. Ian Campbell, Johnny Eagles, Les Kellet, Zebra Kid., Billy Howes, Steve Logan, Johnny Kwango. Masambula, Joe Critchley. I'll have to dig my old autograph book out for more names. Jackie Pallo's in there. Enjoyable entertainment at the time. When you are 16.
  25. 5 points
    I've posted my fair share of moans and gripes in this thread. It's not only quite cathartic, but it can also draw out (I was going to say 'elicit'.. but that's a bit posh for a Sunday morning..).. err draw out, experiences and advice from others who may have had the same or similar issues. By the way..did I ever tell you about the trouble I had with my ......?
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