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P.S. I was sitting in Boowul Wethies this morning thinking I'd probably missed Benjamin and idly looking around. I was thinking about the number of (mostly) old chaps, older than me, sitting there drinking beer at 10:30 in the morning. I was drinking coffee and feeling a bit smug. but then I don't go past many evenings without downing a few.. so who am I to be smug? Then it suddenly hit me that this scene is repeated all over the world. Older, retired men, and a few women, sitting somewhere.. enjoying a chat.. watching the World go by. Maybe drinking a coffee, or a beer, or w

My Mum grew up on Queens Grove, down The Meadows. It wasn’t too lovely but most of the folk kept their homes clean and tidy, I often saw women scrubbing the front door steps when I went to visit my Granny who lived on the street until her death in 1965. Just found this photo of my Mum (in dark jacket) and a friend which was taken in 1945. Shame they didn’t have a prettier backdrop. I reckon somebody had just acquired a new camera because I’ve got pics of several family members all posing in that same spot, which is shown from a different angle on the Evening Post photo. This building was i

I don’t have an accent. Never have had an accent. I talk proper, it’s other people who have accents. In most of my, not inconsiderable, years I’ve thought that my way of speaking had remained pretty much the same. I could certainly tell the Nottingham accent whenever I left ‘Ucknall to visit the city. I quite speedily learnt to distinguish the nuances of intonation in different parts of ’Ucknall and certainly Boo-ull and Annslee. I went to college in Nottingham and it was noticed there that the way I spoke was different to the other students. I still thought that it was they who ha

Oddly enough..I spent a very pleasant hour with Ben in Wethies this morning. Always nice to catch up with an old Bestwoodian, especially a true gent like Ben. And of course an extra pleasure to meet his lovely lady Donna. Am home safe now and planning further adventures. Sadly, I'm going to a funeral in Liverpool tomorrow. A chap who I was introduced to by my mate Picko from Nottm, but who was a true Scouser. Once I was introduced to him as Picko's friend, that was it. I too was accepted as a friend. Picko and I went to see him just a few weeks ago. He was clearly i

What tw... we are 'affordable houses are built then sold to greedy b......s who rent them out to poor b......s that can't afford the rent......ive known neighbours paying stupid rents to owners who live in exotic places who bought these affordable houses ,i'd make it illegal ,what chance have the young ones got, read recently that 40% of council houses are now rented out at stupid prices,...Maggie as a lot to answer for.............

The last time I was in there was the summer of 1980 at my sisters wedding reception, though I have great memories of many Saturdays during the early 1960s twisting and jiving the night away. I remember the long walk home down Westdale lane ( to dark to walk down Arnold Lane) if we missed the bus, or spent our bus fares! Thanks for the picture. Great to see the place again.

As you can see from the list I spent a fair few hours at Gedling Miners Welfare, here's a reminder.

Work trying to blow leaves but we had give up as too windy and wind kept changing direction.so couldn t make leaves go where we wanted.but nearly all done on park . Next pruning.....

The Grapes, that was the one I couldn't remember, thank you. Yes, I heard from Mike a few years ago, he and Judith (nee Reeves) live out in Norfolk. Her mother, Margaret, was my sister's godmother. The George and Dragon , as it then was, was the first pub I actually got served in back in 1976, just before it was taken over and re-named. I was at that time a fifth year at the Minster Grammar, would certainly have struggled to pass for 18 but the landlord was an old boy and despite needing a bit of persuasion i got my half of Magnet, all i could afford but it won me 50 pence off one

The other day I was digging a hole to plant a tree over the road alongside the former army camp, which has been a pine wood since 1960, when my spade hit something hard and metallic. The first photo shows the lump of corrosion that I dug up and the second shows it after some hours worth of cleaning. The plate is very badly corroded but it can be seen that it is a (now extinct) agricultural equipment manufacturer's plate. I would like to know more about the "Hay Collector" and what it looks like but I don't suppose I ever shall.

£48.51 million annual loss according to the most recently published accounts. I won’t bore you with the details which can be found on line. No more to be said really!

http://www.nottinghampost.com/news/history/see-old-photographs-meadows-before-1058608

Let's privatize............... Let's Nationalize.............................. The Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum of the last 50 years. My mate was doing well subbing for Carillion and he is now bankrupt.............. The machinations of the rich will generally be at someone else's expense

Thats ok NBL..............Don't think Maggie envisaged what would happen.......i bought my council house and sold it to my daughter........and yes it seemed good at the time.....its now rented out at a truly horrendous price........sorry but it was wrong and affordable homes being built should be bought by people who need them not speculators .and should be written in law,

Sorry Ben I loved Maggie she allowed a lot of working class folk to own their own houses, people that would have had no chance 10 years earlier. And you can tell the bloke he is being well ripped off, round here they go for £550-£600 and it's a much nicer area then Aspley.

Ah the Robinson Willey Visa Firegem

Last time I was at the Welfare was around three years ago, for a charity benefit concert for East Midlands Labrador Rescue. The place has hardly changed since I used to go there in the 1970s, although the beer is better. The singer wasn't bad, either. He was on stage for getting on for three hours without a break, regaining us with tales from his life in between songs. His name was PJ Proby!

Had a dual meaning to us: Sucky sod - overly sentimental and gormless (not necessarily at the same time)

George at the Dorchester Restaurant. What a wonderful place that was.

I still take an interest. I came into town today and admired the trams. If you live close to the lines they’re wonderful. I remember those things called buses that could go right up into the estates to collect passengers. What a good idea they were. Never caught on though. As you say I’m in the sticks and we don’t even have a bus without a two mile walk. The joys of rural life.

Sucky another name for being soft or affectionate. To show you loved someone.

Chinese in it? "You want sucky sucky?"

Sucky bogger...........was someone daft.........i reckon its good to be 'sucky'....too many folk reckon there clever ''sucky boggers''................reckon theres too many on here who brag to much...........crack on......my house is bigger than yours'' i'm considerably richer than you you''........sucky boggers''......

E's at it again! I'd a thought the cowd weather would haves slowed yer down a bit.

Same era mate.As an aside, did you know that the old Hoveringham Gravels wrecker has been found? It's currently sitting in a field near Telford; it's available for sale, it does run but naturally requires a complete rebuild.I was rather tempted myself but, depsite naving a yard big enough to take it and the asking price being reasonable, I couldn't fit it in my barn and it would be a money pit too far.

Grown men who wear shorts in mid_winter. What are they trying to prove?

Two bits of possible explanation. Looking at the first paragraph here, the name Postern Gate seems to be fake-old, and only appeared in the late 1800s. http://www.nottshistory.org.uk/articles/tts/tts1929/itinerary1929p3.htm Clue may also be the yard out the back, which was Postern Place. That name exists on maps back to 1830s, so a long time before the pub got its name. A bit chicken and egg.

Fewkest, all mine abandonment plans are now held by the Coal Authority in Mansfield, they are on a long term quest to digitize them all with a very expensive scanner. You can purchase copies from them, they used to be twelve quid a sheet, BUT, there is a very expensive search fee, you can avoid that by doing your own search for the plans you want from their catalogue. Clifton's deep hard workings, namely 41's face did go under Tollerton airport, and extensive workings under West Bridgford in the Piper and Deep Hard seam workings. They also worked as far south west as Ruddington in th

Yes I recall it, and it's in the basement of Wollaton hall, it has sustained some damage. Some years back I contacted Wollaton Hall and one of the gentlemen there went into the basement and photographed the model for me, I had a web site and was given permission to use those photos as long as I acknowledged the source. I served most of my apprenticeship down Clifton Colliery right up until it was closed in 1968, the mine will now be flooded, as such most roads will now be closed up solid.

They are not nasty or trouble makers........but when i get in and served at 2 minutes to nine for me Espresso it does wind em up, especially when i say 'cheers lads'...........lol. Funny today in there.......went for a Cig out the back ,it was bleddy freezing,and two ladies about my age were shivering and huddled together having a smoke.......'can i join you Ladies ?' cause you can duck''.......so huddled together with em,....never seen em before but we all know each other now''.....both refused to meet me one night.........

The UK being in the EU makes a lot of difference in regard to residency. Leaving the EU also could make a difference to my national status - in which case I will take up French citizenship. I will still be able to own my English property but not live there more than a short time each year and I'm not sure what that is. I don't think the French authorities know yet, it depends on what Mrs May and her juddering government decide will happen to French nationals living in the UK. My big problem currently is a battle with the UK tax people. I get most of my income in the form of US doll

I guess we acclimatize to wherever we are. I heard of an Irishman who moved to New York. His wife couldn't join him until a year later. When she arrived she said to him, "Don't these people talk funny? To which he replied, "eye, tha do, but their getting better. You should have heard 'em when I first got here!" How does it work for immigration requirements into France? You mentioned you have a house in the UK. When I moved to the US from Canada I was told that I had to decide my place of residence. I could only live in the U S for six months and I would have to leave unless

I've got nothing against sports and those who enjoy them. It does seem though, that no matter where you go taxpayer money's are used to support sports of one kind or another. Here we even have large chunks of stadiums with their hand in the taxpayers pocket. There are many other worthy endeavors in our cities that don't get a dime. As far as I'm concerned let those who enjoy such things put their own money into them.

I wonder why drinking beer in the morning is frowned on. Are early doors drinkers more likely to be objectionable or more aggresive than night time drinkers? Like Col I've 'tut tutted' at them but can think of no logical reason why.

Another watering venue from the past gone. Apart from being my local- it made as a fairly OK pit stop on a 'bat 'round.. The MK2 cortina with twin webers and obligitary corsair springs would start at The Yew Tree in Hucknall- Blue Boar. Swingers. Apollo. Newstead Abbey. Three Crowns. Monkeys ...finish in Golden Ball. Highbury Vale chippy ( opposite blood rooms). Home for an episode of Firehouse or Baretta.

Blimey the last time I was in Hemswell I was installing central heating in the former married quarters

Glad to see you active again, Jill.

spent a pleasant hour with Col DJ360 in Wethers this morning.........we spoke Nostalgic of old Bestwood estate and other things, nice to see you Col, from Donna as well........hope you had safe journey home

I have an even sadder story to tell about the Lancaster. It was in August 1977 and I was flying solo in a Piper Cherokee from Skegness (Ingoldmells) back to Nottingham. It was a Saturday so I didn't expect an military activity but I gave RAF Conningsby a courtesy call on the VHF before crossing their zone. I was surprised to hear the controller calling back saying "maintain your height and heading, the Battle of Britain Memorial Flight have just taken off, they're in your three o'clock". I looked out of the starboard window and there they were, about 300 metres away. We flew in a loose formati

I’ve lived in the area for over 55 years but have only been into the, now closed, Red Lion a very few times. It was not really a “drinker’s” pub; that was the Coach and Horses on the other side of the road. A select bunch of us used to meet there early doors for a few beers on the way from home from work, but that was over 20 years ago. Very sad to see it gone though as we had some good times there as we “wound down” after a day’s work. Our other option was The Waggon at Bleasby, which still exists, or the Star and Garter at Hazleford which is now a care home. As for later evening pubs it was

The Coach has been gone for a few years; it's now been re-developed into housing. I'm saddened but not really surprised to hear that the Red Lion has closed, it was part of my life for many years. My mother and father both worked there part-time, mum as cleaner and dad as gardener and Saturday night glass collector and pot washer. I too earned a few bob there, both casual as a scholl kid and later as a full time barman after I came out of the Army. I can truthfully say that I've been going in there since 1963, as Mum used to take me with her before I went to school, we only lived across the ro