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Day Trips Ben.. I recall a few coach trips to the coast. but they all seem to merge into one. That last few miles through Skeggy or wherever.. along flat straight roads.. desperately trying to see the Sea.. then suddenly some kid would shout 'I can see it!!' Off the coach and down to the beach which was always overcrowded. Those WW2 DUKWs patrolling by the water's edge. ... Chips, rock and pop. It always seemed a bit sad at the end as we sat outside some pub while Dad had a pint and we watched the little pennants flapping at the top of the masts of sailing boats moored up.

My first Berridge photograph, taken in 1963, by which time, I'd been there a year! This has been posted before but fell foul of Photobucket! I'm 5th from the left on the front row.

Came into the conservatory this morning and Samson the cat was lying there looking quite miserable. He usually welcomes me, but not this morning. Gave him a good old scratch behind the ear. Came into the house and went for a pee. Washed hands and into the sitting room where Mrs PP was reading the paper. She looked up and said, "did you see Samson sulking"? "Er, yes, why"? "Just applied the flea ointment to his neck" she replied. Hmmmm.. so no fleas on my pubes for the next three months

I believe in a balanced diet, a cream cake in each hand helps.

Hi Everyone, The problem at my age is that there is too much to do and now with a couple of great grandchildren added, the time to sit and write is limited. My introduction to the school was walking down the yard in my new uniform only to be soaked from the cloakroom above. How the memories stick and that cap, it stayed with you forever, gradually shrinking to the back of ones head only. It was used for everything including games. I do recall one winter when I had not been at the school long and the older children had built a huge slide in the lower playground. I joined the line, ran

Hippogirl is very busy being an International girl of mystery, music promoter (spending a lot of time at Abbey Road) and lover of good red wine.

Hope you all well and behaving yourselves .....TBF I get updates from Lizzie and nothing escapes me !!!!

I’m intrigued PP, our toilet seats have a big round hole in the centre.

It was twitchell for us Bulwellians, although the path alongside the railway between Northern Bridge and Brooklyn Road was known as 'Station Pad'. The 'jitty' Benjamin refers to went over Ha'penny Bridge.

Nice to hear from yo Hippo! you haven't changed a bit.

Stav Girl, I lost loads of weight a couple of years ago through illness and surgery, then I needed another op and the surgeon told me I MUST put weight on beforehand. I ate marshmallows and Jelly Babies by the ton every day for weeks, they did help a little with weight gain at the time, but then after the second op my weight dropped off again, however now I am trying to eat a more balanced diet with plenty of exercise. I’ve never had a massive appetite though.

Jill size 12 just think of the millions of people who would love to be that size, myself I want to lose weight but with being banned from the kitchen and the wife preferring food that tends to be high in calories, no chance.

Just as an overider to those happy days took my Donna in there in 1985,,told her how nice it was,, silly me,, expecting happy people all singing to the Piano player,,no,, had to witness two bullies slapping an old fella at the bar,, all in their 50s,,and complete cretins,,couldnt help but step in,, got barred ,(thought Donna would leave me before we got started), no one singing or even smiling,,and no Piano in sight,, very sad,, the place closed down a few years later and is now housing,, drive past now and again and the old Bulwell stone walls that i used to climb as a kid are still there,, i

Standard Of England pub, Park Lane,Basford, Three generations of David's family in the old 2nd left is David's great grandmother Hannah Oldham, 3rd left David's grandmother Mary Lane (always known as Polly), and 1st right David's mother Rosamund Lye. 4th left is Blanche Scrivens who lived next door to David's family . David doesn't know the others perhaps someone can enlighten him thanks to David Lye for the photo & info Don't know how ive done this,,but on the picture are all my Grandparents,,photo taken in the ''Standard of England'' Park lane Old B

I’ve enjoyed Nottstalgia for a few years now and like Ben I’ve had the good fortune to re-connect through the forum with a few people from my teenage years. Having spent 30 years living in the Home Counties and only having time to be with my parents when I visited Nottingham, I lost touch with friends I’d spent time with before I married and moved away. I’ve posted this newspaper cutting before but don’t know if it’s still on here. Hippogirl and I are in this group of athletes at Harvey Hadden Stadium in the mid 60s. We didn’t know each other at that time but we’re now firm frien

Just interviewed Pete Groves who owned sandpipers .......amazing tales how the club went from a posh guys bistro in 1974 to,an iconic punk club ......

Gitty, or Jitty, Twitchell, Gennell or Ginnell Whichever one of these you use will probably define where you come from in Notts Twitchell was originally peculiar to the city of Nottingham, Gitty or Jitty was commonly used in the mining areas of Notts and Gennell or Ginnell was used in the far north of the county and South Yorkshire What do you use?

Capital punishment? One way of keeping the class sizes down!

Beeston sleeper works, was on the east side of Beacon Road, on the opposite side of the road was Beeston Boilers, Beeston Creosote works was alongside the Main Line to Nottingham, , it covered where Paige Road is, and stretched halfway along the University playing Fields, l spent many hours there. riding ED4 and ED 10, also on the narrow gauge steam loco, but it was very cramped on the footplate, also l used to fire the twin boilers that heated the creosote when the sleepers were put in the cylinders,

She's got her head screwed on the right way, then!

Yes Col many of the 'Standard of England' clients were Bestwood folk,, there used to be what we called the 'Jitty'' a cut thru from Hucknall/Paton rd,,over the railway bridge then the 'Jitty' wendled between allotments finally passing some old terraced cottagers and emerging onto Park Lane..

It's such a long time since you last posted here, there will be quite a few new people wondering who you are !

And a chip on each shoulder! Crinkle cut!

Went in there some years ago before it closed. It was grim then too. But I've been thinking Ben. If it was early 1950s, it's no surprise that 'Bestwooders' would be in there. There was no pub actually on ( The proper) Bestwood Estate. So the nearest, depending which side of the estate you lived on, would be: Oxclose on Oxclose Lane, The Heathfield on Heathfield Rd and the Park Tavern a bit further down Arnold Rd. then maybe the Newstead Abbey on St Alban's Rd and that's yer lot. The first and only pub ever on Bestwood Est proper was the Deerstalker, built sometime in the mid 50s. I remem

The cream cake diet! Sounds like heaven. I'm sure Carni would think so. I have the occasional cream cake but I know it's no good for me.

At Mellish the lab benches were made of teak. Loppylugs father in law, Bob McCandles, the physics master, was always blathering on about the quality and not to damage them. I well remember Fitchett and Wollacot and buying quality hardwoods from them.

The toilet seat centres were given to the school as were lots of off cuts. The seasoned Red Deal was a pleasure to work with but is no longer available. I have a stock of old timber salvaged from old doors and frames. Can't buy that quality of wood nowadays. There was a glass case in the woodwork shop showing timber sample from around the world. The importer was Fitchett and Wollacott, a Nottingham company. In my days at Berridge 1948/53 the woodwork shop was next to the railings. My best memories of Berridge were the woodwork and science lab wooded buildings. I can recollect the interiors qui

Hello Jill. It was I as thought then, Elizabeth passed her 11 plus, I'm glad she did as she would have found Alderman Derbyshire a real challenge. Synesthesia would have been no use to me as I'm colour blind, all my memories of people would have been in miss-matched clothing lol. I don't know if you ever saw it, but there was a brilliant series on the BBC in 1996 called The Mind Traveller with Prof Oliver Sacks all about neurological issues like yours, you can find it on Youtube. I've read a couple of his books including an Anthropologist on Mars (not about Mars at all) and The man who mistook

Yes Jill, us boys were on the upper level. Ah! the wooden huts. They were the science lab with Mr Cheesman and the woodwork shop with Mr Kendrick. I will also bring a bread board that I made in that woodwork shop. We still use it 66 years on. It was made from the centre of a toilet seat So, a storey to tell the pupils.

Brilliant, PP. They are looking for photos, anecdotes, stories...anything connected with the history of the school. Presumably, during your time there, you would have been housed on the second floor of the main building and also used the wooden huts. If I close my eyes, I can mentally walk round the place. Even smell the carbolic soap! I'm eager to see what It all looks like now.

Well done Jill. I look forwards to the visit. I will bring my school reports and photo's. All of my old schools are still standing. Bentink Rd, The Windley (not a school now), Berridge Rd., and Nottm Tech (now Trent Uni).

Until I hit my late 40s, I was exactly the same, Trogg. In fact, if I ate a lot of high calorie foods, I lost weight! I've never had a large appetite and come from a family of very slim, wiry people. My mum loved chocolate and would often eat treats after her meal but never weighed more than 7 stone or slightly over. My father never weighed more than 9. I was between sizes 6 and 8 all my adult life until in my late 40s, then it all changed. I'm now a size 12 but feel, for me, overweight. It's probably due to my underactive thyroid which has slowed down my metabolism and caused my c

LizzieM my wife has the same problem with weight, due to other health problems she regularly gets called to the doctors to receive her lecture from the GP and nurse to put on weight. They don't believe what she eats chocolate, cream cakes biscuits etc but no weight again. After the evening meal all you can hear is the rustle of wrappings being taking off treats. We have a draw that has always been called Grans doddoo draw by the grandkids since they were babies , now they are in their teens and early 20s and still go to the draw and laugh as its always has a plentiful supply in there. Don't w

Hello if am right you was related to my dads dad Fred?

OMG Lizzie .....you should post a more recent one of us when we weren't as fit and had a glass of wine in our hands !!!! Last week was it ?

It could apply to Ben if it meant 'Don't Injure Yourself' so he doesn't.

There were several branches of Millers electrical stores in the 70s & 80s. This is Lower Parliament Street .

Yes BK, there are several 'experts' on here. Cliffton finds photos DavidW will search newspaper archives Ann Swaby is the person to help on ancestry queries Carni is the cake expert Albert is the trains and dancing expert Jill can tell you anything you want to know about The Manning School Loppylugs is the musician Peveril Peril is our resident keep fit enthusiast Benjamin is the DIY expert We all have our specialities, we're a good mix!!

Yes, it's rare, Lizzie, to get to your 60s and find your old school still standing. Berridge was built in 1884 and so many from that era have been destroyed and replaced with modern tat which won't withstand a few decades. Manning is no more, of course, and Peveril, which later became Manning, has also vanished. Although my early school years were a trial...mainly because I was bored... my family has a fairly long connection with Berridge. My mum went there and, for a short time, my maternal grandfather also went there. So, several generations of my family were Berri

Well done DJ, can you start bottling it and sending it over to me please. I'm a stone too light and try as I will I just cannot gain any weight.

What a lovely idea Jill, hope you gather a few old boys and girls to go with you. I feel sad that most of the buildings where I spent my early life have now been demolished. 1. The house I lived in for my first 8 years 2. Ashwell Street Infants School in Netherfield 3. Kingswell Jnr School in Arnold 4. Thorn Automation factory, Beech Avenue, N Basford, where I worked for 8 years before leaving Nottingham.

It's in those conditions where a pilot has to actually fly the aircraft hands on rather than use the auto land. In a light aircraft it can be just as exciting. Normally you wouldn't take off if the weather conditions were beyond the aircraft's published limits but during a flight the weather can change and what would have been a landing virtually into wind turns into a crosswind one. The wartime airfields generally had three runways so you always stood a chance of landing approximately into wind but modern airfields generally have one runway (two directions) which are attenuated to the average

I have received a very positive email this morning from the Deputy Head of Berridge. A visit would be welcomed! Their year 5 will be working on a project relating to the history of the school in the spring term of 2019 so the two could complement each other. Any interested parties please let me know. Should be an interesting project for us old girls and boys too!

Talking of Lancasters, my wife’s uncle, Tadeusz Szuwalski, told me once of when he had the task in the 1950s of piloting a Lancaster over Ladybower at less than 40ft with a cameraman hanging out the side, for the Dambusters film. It should have been 60ft, in line with the original raid, but the director thought it would look more effective at 40ft. (At least he was allowed to do it in daylight!)

All the best to Nonna and Hubby and anyone else feeling under the weather. Oddly enough, though I'm sure it's nothing.. I woke up aching all over my upper body this morning. Chest, ribs, shoulders and back. The only thing I can put it down to is weight training, though I've done nothing more than the usual and it's never got me like this before. Mrs Col says I should stop training because I'm too old. I'll give today's scheduled weights a miss, but I believe it's very much a case of 'use it or lose it'.

I decided to email Berridge and moot the idea of a possible visit in 2019. I will post any response and, if positive, we could think about planning a visit for any who may be interested. I know PP is keen and certainly one of my friends from 1962 to 69 would love to be included. Watch this space, Old Berridgians!

My previous comments (in this thread) on this: My views remain exactly the same.

This probably wasn't it, but it's the best so far.

I remember a fur shop near Sisson and Parker called the Canadian Fur Company - I bet you wouldn't catch them selling rabbit fur (that was what Coney was doncha know)