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When I stubbed my toe and broke it, did I say 'Oh dearie me'? When I lost a huge darning needle and found it two days later with my foot necessitating a hospital stay and an op, did I say 'Oh Bother'. Did I heck as like. I pulled myself up to my full height, which is never more than 5'4 inches even on my best day, and I let forth with every swear word known to man spewing them out in a volcanic eruption of sheer release! Swear words have their place as stress release. It did me the world of good and I think there should be a doctors prescription for it! Excuse me, I am off to see Mrs Brown'

Hi all, JOY JAMES here, so glad to hear from you Rex. I loved and respected your family very much and have fond memories of you all. I loved your old granddad and when he went to live temporarily at the Musters, I spent several days talking to him or rather shouting to him for he was profoundly deaf. He was temperate, the one thing we had in common, neither of us drank alcohol. Those were some of the best days of my life and your dad DID clear the bar and sack the entire work force quite a few times and I am sure I am not the only one to recall that. Fridays were best. Your dad would bundle us

Bilbra' at a birthday party yesterday at Burton Joyce I was invited to visit exColwick Driver Reg Slade, a neighbour across the road. Aged 95 but still very much 'with it' with very good memory recall, one of the item he fetched out was several hardback exersize books from when he started at Colwick Loco in 1936 as a Cleaner, passed for firing in 1937 he's listed every turn of duty he did up to his retirement at Nottingham loco in 1980. only single line entries, time on/time off, weekly wage etc. but what a record and he could remember lots of them. Another book he produced was "The History o

July 1999. Sitting on top of my final Munro. A Munro is a Scottish mountain over 3,000ft high. There are 284 Munros in total. I sat with a celebratory bottle of whisky but no-one else was on the mountain that day so SWMBO and self drank it in the tent that evening. I was the 2,040th person to register as a "Compleator".

Oh and does anyone recall drummer Nolly Buck? Mad as a march hare. He lived in a house boat on the bend of the river at Hazleford Ferry and rigged up a pair of booming speakers on deck to a recording of the Queen Mary's fog warning sound. On an autumn night when the mist swirled and covered the water surface, he would wait until he heard a little boat came chuffing up the river and just before it came round the bend, he would play that 'woooo...oooow'[ sound at full blast and frighten the shit out of the pilot. Happy days....

THE HUNGERHILLS REMEMBERED! The bountiful Cherry tree stood over there, a tad to the left of the Comis pear. A gooseberry bush to the right of the shed, and a bit further on, the strawberry bed. Peas and beans climb the strong green net and promise to be the best yield yet. A Bramley apple provides the shade, for the pram in which baby Sandra's laid. Mam stands beneath the russet tree, hands down an apple to Eileen and me. I sink my teeth in the rusty skin and j

Approaching the summit of Ben Stack in cloud yesterday:

For me waking up in the morning (or any other time for that matter) is an achievement.

They'll try anything to get people into the shopping centres plus the bars

radfordred - you are dead right. My Dad went to all the contents auctions of the pubs and hotels that were about to go under the demolition swinging ball. The Black Boy Hotel was Fothergill's masterpiece but by 1969 with the arrival of the Albany Hotel et al it was simply losing money. He bought all sorts including bathroom suites. The bar in question was massive a carved oak piece in the Dutch style that they had commissioned in the 1930s. The auctioneer took Norman's winning bid of £40. But it was too big to get out of the building. So he left it there and later did a deal with the demolitio

Rebuild the Church and reinstate the Cemetary complete with Graves, (they won't mind) oh yes then the 'Bus stops' number 6 to Bestwood,17 to Bulwell,18 to Edwards lane,and 28 to Bestwood,.........that would be nice.

You Nottstagians have really cheered me up, I would like to Thank You all individually for your kind thoughts, but it would take up too much space. So please accept a Great Big Thank You for you all to share! Roll on the 9th, it will all be over and I can look forward to a Meet Up again.

Just Realised I have passed my 1000th post, taken a long while but who cares!!

Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive. Elbert Hubbard

Oh yes, Rex you were not much more than a babe in arms when I worked there. I knew Charles pretty well too, he looked like a god with that mound of curly hair. Your dad was not a monster, he was a big huggable bear. I would have done anything for him and your mum. There were a lot of complaints in the Post about the noise from the Musters at night and I wrote to their letters column saying that music calms the savage breast or words to... and to stop moaning and come and join us. The moaning stopped, at least in the Post. Who would believe that one day I would have my own column in that ne

Warit witeorbrarn cob?

Collins Café bottom of Aspley Lane; Customer "Bacob cob duck." Assistant "Teetin or teet aut?" Customer "Tee-tin-ta." Assistant "Wiyy w-aut sauce." Customer "Wi'" Assistant "Reddabrahn"? Customer "Brahn ta duck!" Eee, it meks yer be praud to be Notts doannit?

A watched pot never boils. My mum.

Darkazana, we always said, blue against green should never be seen, except on fools. Nowadays anything goes, colourwise.

Somebody got their flag in first, compo.

One of my ealiest memories was going to Rhyl when i was about 3, think we went every year until i was 12 or 13, caught the train at Midland station and seem to remember it stopping at Crewe,then seeing the mountains of North Wales,and towards the end of the journey the train ran along the coast,finally arriving in Rhyl........Once there i remember all the Barrow lads' vieing to take your luggage to the same 'Boarding house' on Wellington rd run by a mrs Saville,it was like another world back then in the 50s. Sadly the Rhyl of today is not anything like those far off halcy

When I was a tenager I knew everything - as you do. I fell out with the headmaster at school, got myself demoted from GCE to CSE class and married young. Although too late to apologise to both my father and the head for being an ars*hole, I finally got my act together and took a degree as a mature student, graduating as a BSc with distinction (Scottish degree) in 1999....late but got there eventually!

Vintageann, I knew someone who worked at Bosworth road nursery about that time, I must send you a pm with the details, would be nice to be in touch again after all these years Rog

"Whoever said that money can't buy happiness simply didn't know where to go shopping".

Maybe these should go on the Superstition Thread on Marriage and weddings "Change the name and not the letter, Change for worse and not for better" "A bride in green should never be seen" or the other version is "Blue and green should never be seen without something else in between"

Great reading this,lived on Gordon Rd used to go here between 65-70 well remember the compere /singer Frank style? used to go on Sun for the talent show in the afternoon and I think the winner got a spot at the night time show(is that correct?). We had our going away night there (Australia)in April 1970 remember a glamorous lady who"s husband was a private investigator named Smith? arranged it for us as we knocked around with her son Mike she also sang a bit. I myself took singing lessons in Australia later on and sang the lead in many amateur Musicals in the 70/80s "FUNNY WORLD"

As someone who carried the tools in the early 60s I well remember having to carry them up "Donkey Hill" and also Freda Ave being very hard if it was a winter with ice on the ground,anyone remember the "Totum Pole " in someones garden on Freda Ave could not find it in 2012 on one of my long walks from Arnold to town and back via various routes as i drift back in time. Also had to laugh that it was bitterly cold here on Saturday only reached 15C..........

oh great news carni they will soon have you running around like a spring chicken again im sure good luck and take care i now chris will look after you well and im sure your family will muck in too,love to chris tell him we will be thinking of him too couse i know he will be worrying about you too although he might not say so till after thinking of you both.

To me, growing old is great. It's the very best thing - considering the alternative. Michael Caine

No doubt the car has halo - gen lights.

As long as it wasn't a breadstick. We used them for all sorts of things including lifting drophead buckeye couplings. Albert, I was referring to the sidings road numbers. There were other trips from the Leen Valley as well as coal, including stuff from Metal Box. I never worked in any of the three Nottingham Yards, but as I said, we had some of the shunters at Nottingham Carriage sidings and they used to tell us about it all, even to the point of boring us sh-tless. In my time at Nottingham, we indeed did have trip numbers from the holding sidings. They were seldom referred to by num

Don't see as many watches on wrists nowadays, ask someone the time and they whip their cell phone out to look. same with cameras. Personally I still use both.

But who was Kilroy?

Rhyming slang for dope

Now that's different to what my dad used to say; 'It's not fair!' 'Well, it's not raining.' And now I'm able to annoy my own son in similar fashion.

I remember learning the story of "The Creation" whilst iat Ripley Methodist Church. IIRC the last line was , "And on't 7th day, lord said bu99er it am jiggered, and went back t bed"