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Here it is. I knew he had explained his name some time ago.

Chidhood memories are obviously mostly Bestwood estate where i was born and grew up.........relatives on nearly every road/drive/crescent.......also schoolmates and honestly looking back they were the happiest days of my life,,Henry Whipple and Padstow schools amazing days.......often drive thru and it makes me feel sad.........they've all gone now,, like to think that people like Trogg and Col think the same,,reckon they do,looking at their comments. The estate had a bad reputation in the 90's and o's,,hopefully its now recovering,, Quite honestly i could'nt live there

Well .....dont know if you remember me saying ( probably not) a while ago that outside my kitchen window practically every morning there was a consideral amount of mouse droppings. Where they lay didnt add up as the overhang of the roof was way over where they were. We put traps and glue down ( i know its cruel but we had to do something) we didnt find any other trace of them . We asked a builder to go up into the roof.....nothing but cobwebs. Then they disappeared ....until the other day. Seeing that the painter and decorater was coming I cleaned the droppings up and he put the plastic sheets

An image that takes me back to a Nottm I was comfortable with...safe,even when rambling off as a nipper. Life was uncomplicated- a Wagon Wheel sweet would have propped up a Foden, plastic sandals clacked the slabs,you took a swipe for cheek ..without calling Child line. City streets were all 'sun and shade',and the charring of soot on buildings made me think I was in an old film; no one ate whilst walking... rarely saw a lady pulling on a Senior Service..and Styrofoam cups were only at the Tea Shed on the Arboretum.Old men in macs went nubbing- stooping to pick up dog ends - rarely y

Within what seemed quite a short time, a rift developed between St Matthews Church and the 'Top Brass' of our happy band of Cubs. I never really got to know what it was about. It was the sort of thing talked about in hushed tones by the grown ups, but I suspect it was to do with commitment to Church attendance being a condition of membership or somesuch. Anyway we were now suddenly the 96th Nottm. (Bendigo's Own) and we started meeting in Henry Whipple Primary School, which I was of course familiar with. And I've just remembered that our leader Akela, was living (Lodging I think) in a hous

My grandad, Ted Sparrow worked at ROF during WW2. He'd done his bit in the Royal Artillery during WW1 and was 48 in 1939. Exactly what he did at ROF I'm not sure but he was in charge of shipments of military equipment and on occasions when he was needed urgently, probably because some supply ship had been sunk, a car would arrive outside 12 Chapel Street in Beeston in the middle of the night to transport him to the ROF. This made him feel very important! He also fancied his chance with the ATS girls. Grandma Kate soon put him right about that! Ted was supplied with all

The day in 1986 when my dad retired from ROF after being there for 48 years, apart from 4 years in RAF during WW2. He was still using that ‘long service’ watch when he passed away 5 years ago.

Remember being very young about 5, and looking out the train window and seemed to be very high up and looking down at lights,,and asking ''Where are we Grandad ?......Nottingham mate'' but we don't get off yet,two more stations''.........think it must have been ''High-level''.........got off at either Bulwell Common or Basford and Bulwell stations,,.......Grandad had free passes being a Railwayman,,and him and Grandma' took me all over the country,.......i was a lucky lad to have such wonderful elders.........

There's no Newtons in my family tree so I'm NOT related to any of you (phew..) Do any of you have any Selbys, Pyes, Crowders or Horeys in your family trees? If you don't then I'm STILL not related to you (double phew...!). I don't mean it really - I wouldn't mind some new cousins as I've only got 3 left...

I had a great MIL, Ben. She had a great daughter too. Can't remember if I told of our first date. We went to the Ritz, Carlton. I lived just down the street. So after the film I invited my girlfriend in to meet my Cat! My folks were home too. I didn't know until the wife told me later how well this went down with the MIL. She thought it good etiquette for a lad to take his girlfriend to meet his parents. (I didn't! I took her to meet my cat). . I hadn't turned doggy yet. So if any young men read this, take note. Be careful how you treat your future MIL. It can make or bre

I used to know the reason why I chose this name buraffergorritt

I was 18 , just left Bestwood pit, lived on Bestwood Estate, Liked weekends at the coast ,I could not afford accommodation so slept in beach shelters. They found this out so I was told I was only fit to live in caves. Hence my nickname.

nice one carnie...........had a brief courtship with an Angela.((i was 16).....beautiful she was.....she was'nt very popular though,,she lived on Raymede drive,,Bestwood estate and her Mam was the local rent woman,, and very stern,,......she made her pack me in.......even though Mam and Dad always paid the rent........

I'll meet you at your Locker When high schools dismissed I'll carry your books home for you If you'll just give me, one little..........Dut'n.. De .Do ..Dah Do. Mmmm. The mind boggles?

Double acts like theirs were an art form. Each half "bounced" off the other, which made the act gel together. Ernie Wise was necessary to give Eric the leads into his funny lines. I took my children to meet Eric Morecambe at Wollaton Hall when they were quite small. He was such an engaging fellow that they still remember the day with great fondness. they stood holding hands (Boy & girl) and to break the ice he said "I see you are holding hands - are you married?" They laughed and didn't stop until their allotted time was up.

Following chulla's farewell we drove down Radford Rd towards Bulwell. Oh dear! Snail pace traffic and held up for about 5 min for no apparent reason, where the Grand used to be. Gave us chance to take in what was around us. Just a snapshot but Afro's were coolest, Asians were busiest and whites were scruffiest. Passed Shippo's now John Pye. Basford gassworks, memories of collecting coke in an old pram. The stone wall on the right and old quarries/clay pits where I remember water coming out of the ground - the first time I had seen a spring.

The vandal should have been strung up!

It wasn't me honest

Densely populated by droves of EU immigrants. Numerous shops been busted for flogging illegal fags. Wake up people.

I did'nt make 'High school' did'nt take the 11 plus,,......did'nt smoke till i was 15,, loved it ever since,,.....my Vices at school may surprise you,, Football,,cricket Tennis,, and girls......not necessarily in that order......played football till 40 Cricket and Tennis till 50..........we'll just have to see about the other......ive always been a dreamer Pisces you see.....

I didn't make High School either, only just made Secondary Modern, but I did have a Locker. You knew which one was mine as soon as you went in the Locker room, it was the one with the gentle whiff of flipped Park Drives escaping through the gaps round the door.

Interesting. Chulla says his name should have been Newton. My maternal auntie married a Newton in 1938. Chulla, old bean, we could be distantly related!

Don't tell us you like cats!!!

Nine pairs of socks £5,,,from 'Huggables''' in main st Bulwell,,good quality british made,,Bargain,,.....Market not very busy this morning,,but walking round it got lots of 'ey-ups as usual,,couple of old mates from my football days,, who both told the wife i was crap''......lol......also 2 old school friends,,just love Bulwell...........

Benjamin is my middle name,,Dad and Grandad were Benjamins,,never liked it at school,,,some of my Dads old mates always call me Ben,,,and nowadays i love it,,Dad and Grandad were lovely blokes,,and if i am half as nice as them i'm well pleased,,

He did explain some time ago on a thread about how we chose our Nottstalgia names, but I can't remember the reason. Perhaps someone with knowledge of how to trace old threads can help.

Living in Scotland one has to be careful of shouting about one's nationality, so instead fo flying a St.George flag I planted an entire hedgerow of Rosa rugosa - alternating the bushes: two red flowering and two white flowering, for 20 yards.

Jill Sparrow giving a rendition of "What's new Pussycat" !!

How about. ' I'm in the mood for love'. Don't know who wrote it but it sounds like our Ben. Mine's . 'How much is that Doggy in the Window'. Of course I like Hound Dog as well.

This Eric Morcambe ? They even named a Wetherspoons after him in Morcambe but spelt his name wrong, named it the Eric Bartholomew instead !! Ernie Wise had a place in Bournemouth.

It is fifteen years ago since Little Eva died and it reminded me of this soundtrack of my youth. It was 1962 and I was playing snooker at the local boys club on a table with a poorly repaired rip on the baulk line near the "D"

High Level ? Notable for not really being very near any housing. I think it was a legacy from the days when railway companies were buildings as many lines as possible without thinking if they were actually needed. This photo shows what became its main purpose - difficult to read, but the lower part of the sign says "Alight here for Trent Bridge Cricket and Football Grounds".

Went with one down there as well Loppy,, honest,, Grove street i think,,again i was about 16,,she worked in Marsdens,,Willoughby street,, edit................just seen your MIL comments......been lucky with mine,,all seemed to like me,can't say same for FIL's.........lol.

We Girl Guides used to sing the Ging Gang Goolie song, too! I still know all the words but not sure what they're supposed to mean!!

Translation????

Cos every so often I’m moody and me mam tells me off. hence the name moody cow

Made me laugh there Loppy.............so how many legs do the feathered kind have ?......lol

Someone may be looking for you........old ladyfriend ???

I tried to answer you on that Angela Jones song, Ben. That thread will not play nice with my IPad. Probably too many pictures on it or something. Anyway, I remember the song, but I don't remember any more of it than you do. Must have been really memorable! I didn't want to cheat by googling it. Now if you'd tried something like 'I'm 'enery the eighth I am'. I could probably help out.

Here is one of my all time favourite sketches from Eric and Ernie with the gorgeous Nina from Nina and Fredrick. 40+ years old and still bl**dy hilarious. Brilliant timing and ad-lib from Eric

Are you sure you heard them clearly?

I was in Nottingham and at a loose end, and had my Collins card. Collins is basically where the Coop distribution centre was, including the furniture delivery, where I worked when I was not at college. One of my duties was to sweep the floor in the area where the lorries loaded up. Now it is a bit different, but the roller doors are still there, and I recognised a fair bit of the area. Flash back memories to Nev Bradley, Wilfie, Stu,Two Cyrils and Mr Mc'Cann who drove the big wagon to Skeggy.

You need a white trenchcoat and a lamppost stuck up your back for that one, Ben!

Few from today sorry if the waving of the flag offends anyone.

I wonder what our Ben's theme song is? Possibly "I fall in love too easily," as crooned by Frank Sinatra! I fall in love too easily. I fall in love too fast. I fall in love too terribly hard For love to ever last. My heart should be well schooled, Cos I've been fooled, in the past. I fall in love too easily. I fall in love too fast. Certainly describes our Ben...and we'll overlook the split infinitive in line 4!

And did those feet in ancient times walk upon Englands mountains green. Happy St.Georges Day - That's what I'm talking about x

Arthur Askey must have been the most unfunny man ever to appear on tv. There's something about insignificant irritating little men that really bugs me. Always chirpy, and in your face !

Those track look well used. Look out be'ind yer mate.

I have his autobiography & it makes fascinating reading. His life sadly was very difficult that he always had problems with his weight, he would often crash diet before a new TV show was to be recorded. He also never really recovered from his mother's suicide. Being from a well off middle class background was no guarantee of happiness in his life. He could never be considered almost local living in & working in Nottingham was only a small part of his life. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dale_Winton

There is a similar cottage museum just up the lane from our village, Mrs Smiths cottage Navenby Lincolnshire,they have a pretty good website Rog