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Flying back to the Côte d'Azur today after my Christmas sojourn in Surrey/Sussex* (I still maintain a property in the UK in case I ever want to return to the cold, dank dark nights, the horrible wet snow and - you know what I mean). The third and final part of my NOOB saga will come tomorrow. *The house is at the juncture of Surrey, Sussex and Hampshire. The county borders are defined by the merging of two small rivers and it is possible to stand with one leg in Surrey, one leg in Sussex and then pee into Hampshire (or any combination of those three). I can't do that as

Is that the old lunatic asylum, then? As a young kid my stomping ground was from Cardale Road down to Dakeyne Street. I remember the doctors on the corner of Dakeyne Street - poor Dr. Dillon always looked to be in desparate need of medical attention himself. He always looked very sallow and unwell. Occasional forays to King Edward Park, but home turf was from maybe Woodhouse Street onwards. Marsden’s grocery shop, pre supermarkets. Johnny Wells’s newsagents where we bought our penny bangers and comics (I have a vague idea he killed himself). A little further up was the

With 30+ years in France, I have pretty much adopted a French lifestyle – including their way of eating. There are a few English things I do miss though, the main one being a decent cup of tea. The French (and most of continental Europe, I think) don't have a clue how to make tea. They use those daft little teabags on a string, dunk them into tepid water for a few seconds (until it is just faintly tinted) and that's it. When I used to commute UK – France one of the first things I craved on the plane to Heathrow was a decent cup of British Airways tea. Such was my need for this, I w

Or riding a recumbent trike through Newark!!! Rog

Very much like flying into East Midland’s airport at night then!

Went for a walk up the hill yesterday and was pretty soon regretting not taking a scarf. Despite long johns plus training pants, good walking shoes three sweatshirts, a fleece, gloves and a hat, I was soon being battered by a slight, but freezing wind on my face and into my left ear. Made it to the top of the hill but didn't hang about for long. Highest point in Merseyside with no shelter from the arctic blast is no place to hang about. I came down off the back of the hill and onto the village main street to the shops. Felt rotten in the shops but picked up a few 'bits' then slogged it the h

While on an aviation theme but not really related to the original thread,(things you dont see anymore) this is a picture I took a few years ago of the cockpit interior of a 29 squadron Typhoon (Eurofighter) on a visit to RAF Coningsby Rog

- - - continued - - - First an amendment to my post yesterday regarding the location of the flat in Mapperley. I’m thinking now it was at the top of Mapperley Road/Woodborough Road, opposite the tennis courts (I’d forgotten those). To proceed: My experiences so far of an independent existence had not been completely positive, but even so, better than the choking, coughing and spluttering on the fumes emanating from the Ucknall* pits. None of the flats I had taken was anything I would have liked to call home. Places to live/exist but they lacked a

- - - continued - - - Following my disastrous experiences at Newstead Grove and my total loss of respect for humanity, the next few weeks were spent dossing down at friends flats/houses. This, I understand is quite fashionable now, de rigueur in fact and called sofa surfing. Didn’t have many possessions – none, in fact, they’d all been nicked from Newstead Grove. Even my toothbrush was covered in brown deposits – I don’t like to think what that was but the brush went straight into the bin. I’m digressing. After four weeks or so of this, it just happened that

This is the first part of what appears will be quite a long narrative. I'm doing it in sections so as not to have you dying of boredom or the system refusing to publish such meandering prose. I was intending to write this in my native language - ‘Ucknull’ but, to my eternal shame and chagrin, I have lost most of my knowledge of the vocabulary and grammar. Another thing is that even my “standard” English may be a bit stilted as I don’t consider English to be my first language now. More of that later, though. I came across Nottstalgia when Googling for information about B

I too have just read all this topic Mary.............and as you say 'what a lot of knowledge' people on here have,......i'm not at all interested in Lorries or haulage companies,but i read most things,and its obviously a popular topic......your ref to Wells road i think was possibly BRS depot,.........which i remember from my 6 months as a Van-lad at Midland Station,.......then i found the beauty of Marsdens and ''can i help you Madam''.......lol

Just sat and read the post what a lot of knowledge you all have. Welcome to all new members hope to read more of your post's. My dad would have loved reading all the post as he was a Knight of the Road, he learnt to drive during the war but never did pass his test, one of the firms he drove for was Lindley & Lindley Bobbers Mill Works Nottingham I have a reference from them for my father who was applying for another job. It states that he was a driver of light and heavy lorries. A teetotal and a non smoker (not true) but it sounds good. Going back to haulage firms I c

By the time I got into driving, heaters were pretty much standard though their efficiency was often suspect. Mention of the draught created by a perished gear lever gaiter, though, brought back memories of a minor disaster when I was working for Rainbows of Southwell. In those days (late 1980's) I was an occasional pipe smoker; Rainbow's fleet was exclusively Bedford, and as anyone who's ever driven a TK will know, there is nowhere on the dashboard to rest a pipe once it's gone out; not unless you want it on the cab floor within seconds. My pipe died on me one day whilst trundling along t

Regarding the Beefiest, Beatiest, Barbeque, I spent all day there helping to set up and was given the 'complimentary' ticket shown which I insisted on paying for! In the evening I was again hanging about helping The Rave-ons with their set up when I was approached by a tall leather clad bloke who wanted to have a word with the group. It turned out that The Jaybirds van had broken down and needed some help getting their gear on site. It was of course Leo Lyons and what a great group the Jaybirds were. The event was billed as a barbeque but I don't remember any eats!

Kirstyjade, Have sent you a PM with some further info on John and Ada Holmes . (Look for the red envelope in your notifications).

The old hp figures do seem low. Reason is in 1910 for tax reasons the Gvmnt invited the RAC to calculate the power of engines based on engine piston crown area. Over the years of development actual engine power, bhp far outstripped the RAC nominal estimates in some cases by as much as 10 times. Sometimes power was quoted in two parts, e.g. 16/80. = RAC/actual. This from Wikipedia.

Just got back home and, d'you know what, it's raining and quite cold. The dogs greeted me as if I'd been away for years (it was only two and a half weeks). Probably they think I've brought them a big present. Will have to have a fire tonight to keep warm. Going to call it a day now. Just posting one further bit in another section and then just sitting and relaxing. Just realised why the dogs are so excitable - I've been speaking to them in English - which is a foreign language to them.

Now that is seriously dangerous. Even a thrill seeker like me wouldn't do that!

Great fun Dave, but at least you stay on the ground ! The secret is to close yer eyes & hope for the best & put yer foot down !

I bet driving a double decker along Parliament street could be fun at times, Mick.

Interesting post Phil,thats what this site is all about,peoples experiences and memories,keeps the old grey cells working, I can remember being given a special invitation to the museum after closing on quite a few occasions in the early to mid eighties,a friend of ours was good friends of the then owner (forget his name at the moment) we were given access to most of the aircraft,that's when I first got to sit in the Vulcan as well as the Shackleton and Hastings, for info the Hastings was and probably still is fitted out inside to simulate the back seats of the Vulcan for training purposes, the

I remember the day I flew into Winthorpe airfield. It was In June 1977 when the then gliding cub organised a Jubilee Fly In for the Queen's Jubilee. I got a souvenir gift but can't remember what it was. I was solo in a Grumman AA5. On the runway approach there were pylons and cables, obviously erected post war, and I was initially concerned as to whether I should fly under or over the cables! I wisely decided flying over was safer! I flew in again that afternoon, this time with a friend in a Chipmunk. Once again I got a souvenir. Sadly now the airfield is closed to flying being a full time sho

Yes, that did have me puzzled for a minute. Anyway. I'm glad you're on the mend and hope that it continues. Keep warm and don't push yourself too hard. Let's hope Letsavagoo is on the mend also.

Yes LL, I'm still recovering very gradually, and I can verify that it's very dibilitating, and energy sapping. I began on Christmas morning feeling lethargic and weary. I'd had a sore throat and sneezing for about a fortnight previously, and thought I'd beaten it, but unhappily I was bedridden for the next nine days. Little food intake, and I called out the doctor after five days, and had a weeks supply of antibiotics. I ventured out to a garden centre yesterday afternoon, but returned after an hour completely shattered. Likewise today, eating better but worn out. Another week should see

If folks like the tram so much they won't mind paying the full cost of it will they, then I won't be paying for them to travel. Why should I have to subsidise their travel costs no one helps pay for mine.

Phil.for the princely sum of 50 pence you can go inside the one at Newark air museum and sit in all five seat if you so wish, done it many times, last time was when our friend from Edinburgh came to stay a couple of years ago, I have some pictures of her climbing in and out of it Rog Edited because I just found the pictures

Can only really repeat what's said above ......In the1911 Census living at 14 Gilbert St ,Hucknall Torkard is John Holmes born Selston 1870 Ada Holmes (wife)born1876 John Holmes (son) born 1893 Edith born 1899 Clara born 1900 Sarah born 1903 Annie born 1908 (In an earlier 1871 Census , John Holmes is living with his father Simon Holmes also born Selston , living at Building Street , Hucknall Torkard .) There are a number of possible deaths for a John Holmes born c1871, in Basford District , one in 1924 and another in 1930 .

Told em at the interview Lizzie.......i'm not feint hearted and not looking for long term.........they didn't seem impressed,.....so sod em.

I got some of those once, for what good they did I may as well have shoved them up my ar5e.

It's been mentioned I know but just another look.

Scarlet Fever! I had the scarlet fever, I had it very bad, They wrapped me up in a blanket and put me in a van, The van was very shaky, I nearly tumbled out, And when I got to the top of the hill, I heard the children shout, Mummy Daddy take me home, From this convelescant home, I've been here a week or two And now I wish to be with you, In comes the nurse with a red hot poltice Slaps it on and takes no notice Ouch, says the patient, that's too hot, Oh, said the nurse, I'm jolly sure it's not, Don't believe her, scarlet fever, The nurse said it was true, In the middle of the night, when the fl

It was me who did the "Nottingham from Above" series. They are all still here. https://nottstalgia.com/forums/forum/30-images-of-nottingham/?page=3 They suffered from the Photobucket mess, but I've repaired most of them.

Found this old school photograph of a visit to Saltwell Park Museum. Was I ever that young, about 1955 I think that's me the one in the silly hat.

I used to get stabbing pain's in my eye when I drank coffee...... But OK now I take the spoon out of the cup before drinking.

Christmas looking like this. Strathpeffer on Saturday morning: