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True Tales of Woe, of a Nottingham lad Chapter Three - The Dangers in the Back Yard Written as he remembers it, in his own words... Our row of soot covered old terrace houses, backed up lopsided against the railway viaduct that carried the main London railway-line and others, with Arkwright Street Station above our house, with a narrow back yard, outside toilets and coal houses built up against the actual grotty soot covered brick wall of the railway viaduct, on which hung the tin bath and Dads cobbling equipment near his self made wooden work bench. You can imagine the soot, oil, and

They say that 'left handedness' is a sign of Genius...............

How heartening in this age of greed and selfishness to hear that Notts & Leics farmers have banded together to donate bales of animal feed, haylage and straw to help the beleaguered farmers in Somerset . There is a collecting point at Manor Farm in Widmerpool and every day a huge lorry and trailer sets off for Somerset. This is great news that not everybody thinks I'm all right Jack. So, if you're stuck behind one of these massive lorries, don't moan. It is help for the Somerset farmers.

Another left-hander here. I can do most things with both hands though, including write, (after an hour or two's practice to 'warm up'!). I took part in an experiment to measure two-handed dexterity (sic) once. The idea was to try and determine whether left-handers were better at doing right-handed things better than right doing left. Got the top score in that of around 97/8% ability.. The experiment results suggested that when doing workaday tasks right and left-handers are fairly similar in capability. When it came to doing intricate tasks though, left-handers were better using their right h

I have women banging on my bedroom door most nights. Think I'll have to let them out soon.

A memory of Tony Hateley. In the summer of 1963 he was transferred from Notts to Aston Villa for a fee of I think 30,000 pounds. As luck would have it his first game for Villa was at the City Ground against Forest on the first day of the season, August 24 (my 14th birthday). Me and my pal Rob were seated on one of the football buses that used to take you from Boots on Parliament Street to Trent Bridge when Tony came up the stairs and sat down. He had a duffle bag over his shoulder (which presumably contained his boots). He got off at Trent Bridge and we followed him as he walked to the ground,

This year the pigeons are organised...

The city centre is becoming a magnet for migrants shopping in the pound shop with benefits they never contributed to. Even the white people all sound like they are talking backwards. No wonder the city is dying.

Yes, the fares are ridiculous. They only went up last year and now they are doing it again. It would seem that the tram system is the focus of everything. They predicted that 14 million journeys would take place, but only 8 million did. So now they are putting the price of everything up: parking, the car levy (now over £300 a year), bus prices - I'm sure even the cost of tram journeys will ramp up too. Did nobody tell them about the recession? The whole point about public transport is that it should be affordable. It's for getting people to work and encouraging people to go into town to s

Yes, funny how so many of these New Socialists forego their early beliefs when in power. We know the Tories want to keep us oppressed and downtrodden, but these wolves in sheeps clothing are even worse. They insist they do things for the good of the populace, but it's total bull5hit. Once they've got their noses in the trough they're uncontrollable. Sod the working man then isn't it.

What's to worry about? I look at it this way. I can't have everything. I can't be drop dead gorgeous AND brilliant at spelling as well. LOL.

Spell Checker! We like our Bab's how she is Thank you. Those who have met her know she is a lovely lady. And she's more than a match for those here. I was of a mind to remove those remarks, but have not after seeing the responses. Do not judge those you do not know, nor have met.

Taken Sunday.

Anyone heard of this Henge? After discovering that the Ladybay area was known as Burrowhill (Barrow) a possible site of earthworks long ploughed out. I've read up more about the Trent Valley we live in...It appears there may be many exciting finds to be discovered yet in this little known part of England.Historians aren't sure if this site is a Bronze age Henge or medieval earthworks,but the proximity of the Trent makes a Henge likely. http://www.pastscape.org/hob.aspx?hob_id=1087656#aSt I wonder how many more finds will turn up in the future...more like this link below perhaps? http:

Interesting definition of ambidextrous hinted at by Lizzie there - "One who is equally useless using either the right or left hand." Love it !

True Tales of Woe, of Gerry, a Nottingham lad. Chapter Four - The Catastrophic Canal Calamity There I was, a toddler in the company of three other local lads, we were just crossing the canal bridge on Wilford Street, and one or two of the lads stopped to watch a boat going through the lock. A gang of youths approached, and without delay they picked us up and threw us into the canal! (Bless em!) Now you must be aware, to fully comprehend this story that I was, and always have been scared to death of two things - the dentist, and deep water. I somehow came up from the depths of the canal, a

i like you gerry lived very near the railway not in the meders but in nevo and like you the trains never bothered us it was just something you were used to when we moved my mum had lived in the same house for nearly 50 years like you she couldoften be heard roaming about the house putting the kettle on for a cup of tea as she could not sleep said it was too quiet for her.

I love mine, great machine, highly dangerous if you're not paying attention to what you're doing.. Radial arm saw, that is..

I get the drift...LOL... I had to get used to using both hands, many, many tight spaces in the equipment I had to maintain. I'm also pretty good at woodworking, I would imagine a circular saw would be a pain to a leftie, but most other power tools are right/left and centre...LOL Even large power tools like radial arm saws and table saws are right/left,

It ended up in Rush Green Motors scrap yard, this is what it currently looks like (Still there) http://www.flickr.com/photos/35455701@N03/7050326187/in/photostream/ http://www.flickr.com/photos/35455701@N03/7050326257/in/photostream/ Do you have any other pictures or stories of the Aveling bus?

As a child I was totally ambidextrous and could write with both hands, but was eventually pressured into using one hand by the teachers at the time. I used to play cricket both Left and Right handed and could kick a rugby ball with either foot, great for fooling the opposition at the time. I now tend to favour my left hand to write with all the time, but I have arthritis in my right fingers and thumb ! I learn' t basic guitar and banjo right handed and can use most tools easily with both hands. Maybe I'm an odd one :-)

Lizzie, if you bat left and bowl right, it's just what Notts CC need for the new season, so get yersen dahn there!

Cheeky bu66er, I'll put a spell on you.

Webby on yard duty at break time, Ahh 'xxxx' Boy, Caught you smoking, got to my room. Awww Sir! Cant I have break first, Yes Boy... Go to my room and I will break your arm! Webby's cane came keen!

I've always been left handed for writing, hammering, scratching myself, wiping pots etc, but if using a pair of scissors I can only use my right. Anyway, I was always told cack handed folk were more intelligent.

I remember well the square stool, constructed in Piggy Robert woodwork class, and can see it in my minds eye now.

Now I realise why Piggy Roberts at school (Woodwork teacher and sadist) used to wrap me knuckles and cane me so much! Dad used to say I was 'Cacky-handed'. But I can't blame being left-handed for all me failures... I'm afraid. Hehe!

Your lucky - I had a devil of of a job gettin' em into the house. Hehehe!

I believe my school walk was around 3/4 of a mile, rain, snow, fog sun.... Gas street lights and the feller who came weekly on his pushbike with a short ladder to clean the lights, wind the time switch up, set the on and off times and change the mantle when necessary.. Night watchmen, who stood guard over holes dug in the roads. Policemen, who patrolled their beat, on nights checked shop doors to make sure they were locked. Sunday's, when everything was "dead", very few shops open, except off licenses and sweet shops. Streets where hardly a car was seen and safe for us kids to play on al

Great listening Moz, a real blast from the past, Boogaloo Party, The Entertainer, I also saw Inez & Charlie Foxx, just like a night at the Bung!!

I remember that incident Pete. Cringe Cringe!!. When that resident opened the door and saw that copper standing there with us he nearly shittisen. Remember that big bloke on the corner of Fircroft Road doing a loud belch. We called him a pig and he said, ' You'll call me an effin pig if I gerrodayer'.