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Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, I can now reveal Beekay's painting to the world.

One of my favourite poems, written by that little known Nottinghamshire youth, George Gordon Byron, is The Vision of Judgement. It deals with the arrival at the pearly gates of King George III who, as some will know, was considered a bit potty! What? What? Its opening lines have been running through my head since the sad news about my friend The Dalai Chulla yesterday and I've thrown together a little tribute to Nottstalgia's Poet Laureate making sure, of course, that it rhymes! A Vision Of Chulla St Peter sat a-dozing by the celestial gates. His keys were

Result........CT Scans all clear......just got letter..been sweating for a fortnight......

Just got back from QMC again........the last eight days have been a bit Traumatic to say the least,,...blood tests,,X-rays,,and today a visit to a Consultant........cut a long story short......problem with my throat........operation coming up,, What i thought was just a ;Sexy'' voice 'Ain't,,........not writing this looking for sympathy (even tho i am right mardy) but just to let my friends on here know., so LIKES welcome always make me feel good,,lol The good lord as bowled me some nasty balls over the last 10 to 15 years,,and like to think i played em back

Margie is right. I keep popping in to see how you all are. Thankyou all so much for your posts. I'm afraid we are not very well the pair of us. This must be the 'Long Covid' that we hear about because we seem to make an improvement and then drop right back again. Which is where we are now. I have had to go back to bed and Chris is downstairs horizontal on the sofa. I like the peace and quiet , and he likes to be where the tele is. We will eventually get over this but for now we have no energy or umph between us. First thing on my day and last thing at night, I check yo

Two years ago today..........my life changed forever,,,about this time i was on my way down to the operating theatre for what turned out to be a ten hour operation...........its been life changing in so many ways that i never imagined.....the last two years i have changed from very outgoing to very insular.....many things i used to take for granted (that we all do ) i can no longer do,,,and its simple things like making quick remarks that lead to nice conversations with friends and strangers alike.......plus physically i cant do the things i did before ,like lifting,,,can't drive on long journ

Heaven is a nicer place this morning.....my Mother-in law' passed away a few hours ago,,,God bless you my lovely Rita.......... She really was a special lady,,we never had a wrong word and were always laughing.........She lived in Peterborough and my Wife was with her ,,, Edit.........Rita would love a like.....x

And now for episode 2 of BK's photos. I'll just post them and let him come along and explain it all.

Couldn't resist rewriting the lyrics for our most famous grocer's lad. PARK TAVERN SONG Once upon a time there was a Tavern, where our Ben played footie for the team. With his shorts and muscled Granville-bike legs, women thought he was the perfect dream. Those were the days, my friend. Ben thought they'd never end. He'd flirt and play for ever and a day. The ladies formed a queue, Their husbands never knew For Ben was young and kept it up all day. Then one night outside the Lyons Cafe, in the alley right beside the bins, Ben came f

It's not often I put personal stuff on here so here goes, a few years ago I found a woman daft enough who would marry me , some of you have met Margaret at some of the meet ups and yesterday was the day we tied the knot. We were married at Arnold Hill park (registry office) and had a brilliant reception at Papplewick Village hall. The day went very well and I would like to thank all of those that sent me personal messages of congratulations. Dennis.

Some superheroes don't wear capes, they wear medals, what a legend, I salute you Sir.

Last week I went back to Doncaster for the first time since I moved back to Nottingham. I must admit I had been putting it off, didn’t know how I would react to be honest and wondered if it might make me think I had made the wrong decision. But the shop I used to work at is closing next week so it would be the last chance to see the people I worked with so I bit the bullet. Treated myself to a taxi there, my friends husband said he would bring me back. The taxi driver smelled delicious and was very entertaining all the way there. Gave him a big tip! First stop was my friend (and previous

First time out today for a while,, met up in Wethers with couple of sons and Grandaughter,,who all made mothers day nice for the wife,, Grandaughter was celebrating her new job as a holiday rep and flies off to Spain to start later this week, Also bumped into old friend whos had the same Op as me,,we will compare notes later this week, should be interesting,, just nice to be out and about again,,

I looked at the chulla Member offline tag today with great concern. Unfortunately my fears were confirmed. I did not know until today. Never knew his real name. The shock of learning about his death truly touched me. I always bottled out of meetings because I am innately shy, but I wish I had met him. I feel he would have made me welcome. I was often in Nottingham at the time of a meet but couldn't summon up the courage. Now an great opportunity has been missed. He always seemed to me to have a very incisive mind, and he knew what he was talking about too. Decent men a

Thank you, to everyone that attended Chulla's service today. It was grand to see so many Nottstalgians, I think I met you all, except Radfordred. Wished you had introduced yourself. Lovely wake afterwards, and couldn't have wished for a nicer day.

We thought the service for Chulla was quite fitting - and it was good to hear more about his life from his friend David. You spoke well, too, Katyjay. It was good to see so many Nottstalgians there - at least 15, including some spouses, I reckon. I shall really miss Chulla's posts on here...... continuing thoughts and prayers for Linda and all the close family members

'All's well that ends well' can sum up our Christmas Got a lively Mrs PP back home from hospital this afternoon and we had and excellent take away with family this evening. I am so happy

I really wish that more people were afraid. For their own safety. I don't think anyone who hasn't witnessed in reality a person down on their hands and knees gasping with a chest full of liquid trying to drown them with each breath they take, can honestly not be scared. That was me, four weeks ago for nearly two weeks, and watching my husband carted off to hospital to be given oxygen, and having to go, frightened without me. The people who aren't frightened might just change their minds if they have to endure the very frightening reality of Covid 19. Five

I'm a happy Bunny tonight Went for my oncology visit after I had the P.E.T. scan and T.A.C. a couple of weeks ago and all is clear after the scare I had. The next process is due in 6 months after I had had visits and scans every 3 months for a year and a half.

First Father's Day without me Dad & me oldest daughter turns up I'm gonna be a Grandad

Nottstalgians are normal people taking an interest in what other Nottstalgians are doing. They wish each other happy birthday and enquirer after families . It's called friendship.

This is what happens when you take a few old photographic postcards, and then play around with Streetview. Not everything gets ruined all the time.

What a wonderful send-off for a really lovely man. During that service we Nottstalgians learnt so much about our mate Chulla. We knew he was an incredibly bright and warm man but I doubt any of us realised just how intelligent the man was. Apart from his posts about old films, music, poetry I had no idea he was an author with many published articles in ‘Air Britain’. I think his friend and colleague Dave Piggott said he’d had 94 publications which is brilliant. Plus he was an international authority on aviation. We will miss Chulla so much, especially those of us who became close to

Chulla made many contributions to Nottstalgia, but perhaps his greatest was to bring order and sense to organising meet-ups. In the pre-Chulla days, meet-ups took weeks to organise - if they could be arranged at all - because nobody could ever agree on dates and locations - everybody wanted something changing. Chulla took hold of the subject by the scruff of the neck and devised the system of fixed dates and places. From that time forward it was a case of “this is the time and place; be there or miss it”. And from then on, all meet-ups went according to plan and were a

Soz, It has been a few weeks of events and recovery from my Op and infection plus....Guess what...Bloomin Covid in hospital. I haven't felt up to it. BUT, I have been keeping my eye on you all.

Trying a new way of speaking today (i am a laryngectomy) usually have to press a button called an HME (Humidity moisture exchanger) but today am using an HME that you don;t have to fumble about with ..pressing etc...tried about a year ago and wouldnt work for me....however trying again this morning and all ok so far.....makes such a difference in fact feels almost normal.......Voice very deep and strong..wife says Sexy lol....just hope it continues...makes me feel better Physiologically.....fingers crossed.......

On seeing q.8 in Marys pub quiz my mind went all the way back to a Monday early in March 1948, I was on demob leave after my 2 years Nat. Service and needed to go to the National Insurance Office on Derby Rd. to become a civilian again. First surprise of the day came when my father said he would take the day off work to ‘show’ me where it was? So off we walked along Meadow lane. to catch the 43 trolley bus along Arkwright St., Carrington St. Lister Gate Albert St. Wheeler Gate then the ‘dog leg round’ Queen Victoria’s statue then on up Chapel Bar onto Derby Rd. and our stop at the RC Cat

No idea what will come up when I submit post.?????? here goes. Two ode luvbods.

My Mother circa 1951..........enjoying Chicken leg,, on Sea wall in Rhyl Me and Grandad,,on way to watch Notts cricket Trent Bridge.........circa 1950 Me and my lovely Dad........Rhyl 1950 ish And again early morning walk on the Prom.............. Mam,,me,,Dad,, and uncle John who ive mentioned pre' a bit lol.........Skegness 1949 ish

I'm here! Thanks everyone for thinking about me. I haven't done much in the way of visiting NS or FB only because since my op I've lost interest in a lot of things. Sounds daft I know, but we had some really dreadful weather and it put me into a hibernating mood. This Christmas I haven't even made any cakes, biscuits or any sort of goodies. I did manage to make 8 tiny GB houses but my daughter decorated them. I haven't even done any Christmas goodie shopping. I can't stand the thought of eating anything Christmassy. Hope it passes. We are having some beautiful weather now , the sun is shining

Through this door...and it's the original, although painted black in my day...I walked with my mum one cold morning early in 1962. I was just 4 years old. The door led to Miss Smith's office and my mum wanted to put my name down to begin school in the November when I'd be 5. Unfortunately for me, there were vacancies and the following week I was at Berridge...almost a year too soon! In this fireplace, now bricked up, burned a roaring coal fire. And, here, pushed into a corner and covered with dross, is Miss Smith's Victorian desk. I

I went to buy a shed. The shopkeeper said "are you going to put it up yourself?" "No, just in the garden"

Well I have had a very busy day, wrapping the last presents, making trifles, stuffings, pigs in blankets, preparing sprouts and potatoes for mashing. Sorting all my homemade pickles etc. You would think we were having Christmas dinner at home tomorrow, but no we are dining out, the food is all in preparation for my little band of hungry visitors on Boxing day. 52nd wedding anniversary annawl. I thought I would have an early night, feeling quite tired after my long day, but what am I doing instead of nodding off......playing on my laptop, silver serfin'. You know what,

I am so glad my sister told me about this site. Having just moved back after more years than I care to remember I am by myself a lot. I have joined a couple of things at the library which get me out to socialise a bit but I still miss my close friends. Being quite shy I do find it hard to approach people I don’t know, I tend to get clumsy, tongue tied and blush. Don’t have the same problem with dogs probably because they don’t judge just accept you as you are. So this site has been a godsend as you have all been so welcoming.

Some folks only request information, which is fair enough by me. Maybe they don't want discussion, chat, banter etc. Different people want different things from a forum, and that's fine. If they sense any animosity and a confrontational attitude, nobody is ever going to stay. A bit of discretion, decorum, politeness and fair treatment wouldn't go amiss on this site at times. All newbies see these days is bragging, blatant hypocrisy, and some bombastic posts.

Although we dont live in the UK and it may be a different point of view. Here over the years employment or the lack of it has been very different to that in UK. My husband has worked since he was 11 yrs old. He was born in Sicily the eldest of 7. . They had a shop but had to sell up as his younger brother developed typhoid and was hospitalised for months. No NH service then. They lost everything so when my husband could he left school at 11 (compulsory until at least that age) and went to work with an uncle on a fishing boat. He later worked the fields with builders and shepherds no

One of Cecil J Sharps collection dished up for piano by Percy Grainger, played by me. Sorry, camera was out in the wind.

I'm sorry I am not posting much just lately, but have been through a few months of ill health. First Covid 19 that knocked us out for two months and now Pancreatitis, which is still very painful. It has taken my fun away for a while, but going to phone the Docs again on Monday and find out if I am going in the right direction. I still love Nottstalgia, When I left Nottingham in 1966, it was still the old City, but shortly afterwards, the demolition started. Places I had known all my life, just disappeared and because we started married life with very little dosh, there was no car for a f

Home at last been a long 5 days in Kings Mill thanks all for your support .meant a lot........lovely to be home...got to get fit again... missed my lovely woman who spoils me.....i dont deserve her...........

Had me cataract surgery done yesterday. Not a bad experience, but I'm running around like a one eyed pup, reading NS with right eye only due to patch over left eye. Get the patch off later. Looking forward to it. I can see light and shapes throught it. So the eye is still there.

Mam and Aunt Gwen...........Long row 1949,,edit......Carrington street.. Skegness 1946....cousin Doris,,Mam,,Me,, and GrandadS Skegness 1946,,,,with Mam and Dad,, ya like me POM-POMS?

This is me aged about 9 or 10 with my grandma. Mum used to curl my hair in rags each night as my hair was never naturally curly! It's only photo I have with my grandma... she was quite old when I was born as my dad was the 'baby' of his family, and he was 41 when I was born.

When I first joined NS, I thought it was wonderful and for the most part , I still do. As you know I left Nottm at a young age so it didn't take long for me to run out of my knowledge of Nottm, hence the reason my contributions to memories of 'Old Nottm' soon ran out. The memories and places that have been given back to me by the people on NS are priceless. I can't name you all who helped me because the list is so long it would take up too much space. I have also seen a few people in this time who seem to only want to say hurtful things to other members,, not being brought up tha

Its getting closer cliff ton,,been a bit down last couple of days,,but today had meetings with two brilliant specialists in speech therapy,,in short my voice is now coming on a treat,,still get tired very quickly,,just got to force myself to be more active,, to this end i intend hitting Bulwell for Coffee in the morning,, so we'll see.. once again like to thank the forum for bringing people like you into my life,,your support as been tremendous,,and the great banter ive had today lifted my spirits even more.......just love 'cheeky Gits' lol

A junior boy’s memory. In the late 40s, one Saturday morning, this young lad and his brother would be squeezed into a taxi along with baby brother’s pram and all the luggage plus mam and dad and set off to the Victoria Station. Once there and through the sacred reverberation of the booking hall, the entrance to the trains opened onto to the metal footbridge over the platforms and lines, and there below us, a shock, a mesmerising panorama like nothing else, as far as you could see, a monstrous industrial underworld of clanking and shouting, hissing steam and wafting up to us, the tempting

I have been sitting here with my finger poised waiting for inspiration to come and I can't find the right words, nothing is coming into my mind. All I can say is I feel so sad but also so glad to have got to know Chulla for the short time we had. Seeing everyone today showed how much we all thought of him in our own way. It appears he had such a knack of being natural, comical and caring and he endeared himself to us all. Chris and I already miss him on NS and think we always will. The service today was very appropriate to how Chulla shared his beliefs with us. Thank you to Linda and Barbara

I know I already said happy new year, but the boys insisted they should have a say. So happy new year from them too..

The last week has been pretty horrendous, with a dear friend in hospital, seriously ill, and all manner of other things going wrong. Last Sunday, I removed my friend's 2 cats from the house and took them to stay with my friends who run cat rescue locally. Within 36 hours, Humphrey, the 12 year old tabby, managed to dig his way out of the pen and escape. No sign of him has been in evidence for a week. Today, although I wasn't planning to, something made me drive over to check my friend's house. As I walked up the drive, I was amazed and more delighted than w

Happy and relieved to know that our son is relaxing in an hotel at the bottom of Kilimanjaro. We’ve just had a chat with him now that telephone reception is marginally better. All 8 of his climbing group made it, but lots didn’t get to the summit. He said he got a really bad headache as he reached the top, due to lack of oxygen. He reiterated that this challenge has been the most difficult thing he’s ever do.

At our weekly sequence dance it's usual to provide a glass of sherry or a cake on your birthday. Last Wednesday was a bit special as the lady was 90 years young and she provided a very nice buffet but we hadn't realized just how 'special' until the E.Post reporter arrived to take a photo of not just the 'birthday girl' but also the 10 other 90 year old ladies who grace the dance floor each week. 11 out of a membership of 45 approx. ain't bad so as Bruce would say"Keep Dancing"! The EP man was a bit officious so this is the best I could do:-