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Marsdens/Farrands Management spotted in me early my lust for travel....at first it was just around Notts,,,then they tried me in the wider World,,Derbyshire no less. I was only 16 it was 1961, and they asked me if i would go to Chesterfield for a few days,,,,no help with getting there just given the address,,,Farrands,,Low Pavement,,Chesterfield. Went by 'Milk Train' at about 4 in the morning it seemed to stop everywhere,,can't recall where i caught it from,,,got me to Chesterfield about 8am,,,found the shop introduced myself,,Manager said ''hev a cup of tea and a fag,if you smoke,t

We don't carry HP! The middle toast topping was a slice of hot & spicy cheddar & few splashes of Lea & Perrins, we never got free school dinners & my Mam could not pay for them, so we had to go home for dinner, we never had time to take our shoes off so she left us carrier bags to put over our muddy shoes, we had beans on toast, sometimes hoops every day & she did put them on the gas ring until we got to the back door & they where on the table within minutes?

Home alone tea ........ Dinner for one .... Me favourite

That could be my memories coll0410. A different colliery village, but the same sounds. Not a Mackemsons bus but a Butlers Brothers Bedford OB bus, The B8 ran through the village but it was only MDT buses that came to the canteen, the odd Lodekka but mostly AEC Regents The first pit hooter of the day often woke me up to do my paper round and a few years later when I started work

Unfortunately not cliff ton,,,if only we had thought back then,,,went everywhere with me ''Apron'' rolled up...ready to serve the ladies,,,, Half a pound of Streaky,,, Nice piece of Polony,,,, Ounce of Yeast,,, LB Bag of Be-ro self raising,,, Thankyou Mrs Spendlove,,,thats 4/9,,, Tell your Beryl i'll be at Marble Arch at seven o'clock,,,teking her to 'Delphi'........to see Expresso Bongo''........... Edit..........just changed a name to protect the innocent.........lol

Whichever - it's too real!

When i was between marriages and living in a nice flat (with kids) in Carlton,,i was persuaded to go to a divorce and singles night by my neighbour who was still devastated by his split up,,it was at Turners above the coop on Mapperley top,, It was full of Widda's and all looked desperate and dangerous,,unfortunately one was my neighbours ex,,he broke down sobbing and left early,, Turned out she weren't too bad,,had a nice flat and made good coffee,,, lol

If we evolved from monkey's why are monkey's still around?

Secrets of the National Trust presented by Alan Titchmarsh is usually quite good. Episode 3 featured Plas Newydd and he spent ages talking about the mural that Whistler painted and all the places included. Alan Titchmarsh missed out one very special feature of the mural: the fact that when you walk past it the boat in the centre turns and footsteps change direction. This could have been illustrated using camera movement. When we visited I spent a while enjoying that feature. There is a similar effect on a painting at Packwood House in Warwickshire. I asked a friend who is an artist how the

Bank holiday here. After two tiring days, firstly clearing up after the storm and then starting to sort out seating for the party last night and preparing not so much food but making sure we had serving dishes etc that were out of storage and washed .Today we are eating left overs and just relaxing . A well deserved rest. Just waiting now to reheat some pizzas.

Heather from Heath, and the Wingfield Widow.

As You Like It, Act II, Scene VII [All the world's a stage] William Shakespeare - 1564-1616 Jaques to Duke Senior All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel and shining morning face, creeping like snail unwillingly to school. And then the lover, sighing like furnace, wit

I read this and thought how good it is. Give it a try and see what you think: AND THEN IT IS WINTER You know time has a way of moving quickly and catching you unaware of the passing years. It seems like yesterday that I was young, just married, and embarking on my new life with my mate. Yet in a way, it seems like eons ago, and I wonder where all those years went. I know that I lived them all. I have glimpses of how it was back then and of all my hopes and dreams. But, here it is... the winter of my life, and it catches me by surprise... How did I get here so fast? Where

Little John in the Market Square, striking the hour when weather conditions were right. Shipstones horses gaining speed up Bobbers Mill Road, on their way back to the brewery with an empty dray. Salvation Army band marching along Alfreton Road on Sunday mornings. Workers Playtime and Housewife's Choice on the radio.

When we went to my grandparents at Radford, standing in their back yard you could hear steam trains on the line which went past Bobbers Mill. At the time, I never actually worked out where it was coming from or where the line was, but just hearing trains from the house seemed a bit exotic.

Windy night forecast!

my dad always teased my brother saying it was his brother.

I bet Ben would tell us, keep away from widda's. If they get yer, yer've 'ad it. I should know, I married one.

Some of them now go around disguised as people.

Reminds me of the time when we were visiting from Canada. We went to Wollaton Hall with my mother and her second husband. (my dad died in '72). Her new husband was a big evolution fan. Most of you have probably seen the Gorilla there. My mam suddenly said to him, "Oh look! there's one of your relatives." He seemed to take it well. They stayed married for years.

Keep left.

I don't think Charles Darwin was that clever. I've often asked that and never had a satisfactory answer.

If something is not totally impossible then it can & will happen somewhere sometime in the universe no matter how improbable it is. It's pretty improbable that I'd win an argument with my wife but one day it will happen, probably sometime in the next 42 trillion years...

LL., just for the record, it's Holme Pierrpont. Just saying is all. I trust you are well ? B.

A sound I dreaded from my childhood down the Meadows was when someone shouted "I'VE TOLD YOUR MAM WHAT YOU'VE DONE!" As I knew Mam would be waiting for me to administer a biffing. I'd sneak in the house hoping not to be noticed but I always was & got my just deserts...

RR Good point and one I've used myself in the past, although evidence shows that our ancestors looked a lot different from what we do now... well different from some of us!

How you know about them Fly ?............bet you didn't know Brenda from Buxton or Edna form Edale............lol

You've spoilt it Red,,, i was leading up to them.......

No Chesterfield crumpet youth? Betty from Brimington? Tipton Theresa? The Clay Cross crusher? Matlock Mandy?

I love to read but it has to be a 'real' book I can't get any pleasure from staring at a screen. I was encouraged from a very young age to read, a visit to the library was a treat for me. My grandmother used to say I would read the label from a jam jar !!!.

I love the canal boat art, Barrie. Worranexpert!

I don't know if that made me sad or happy Compo.

Lovely BeeKay You've got some patience.

When they invented the clock who knew what time it was?

Let's see if I've got this right ! Getting it all wrong.

Improbability is alive and well and all around us. It is highly improbable that you will win the Lottery. It is also equally improbable your neighbour will win. The lottery is won regularly, therefore It is probable that someone will win. If we keep looking long enough and eliminate the improbabilites it's probable we will come across the next jackpot winner.... now you can pinch his ticket

What about the infinite improbability drive The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy's entry on the drive also states that it was invented "following research into finite improbability, which was often used to break the ice at parties by making all the molecules in the hostess' undergarments leap one foot simultaneously to the left, in accordance with the theory of indeterminacy". It further explains that many respectable physicists wouldn't stand for that sort of thing, "partly because it was a debasement of science, but mostly because they didn't get invited to those sort of parties."

Back in the 80s I was living in Cromford, Derbyshire. If any of you know that part of the world you'll doubtless know the wonderful book shop there. If you don't know it, they mainly sell second hand books. Well I was working there (Thatcher's time so needed two jobs to help pay the 16% mortgage rate) and one day a customer came in and asked about antiquarian (rare) books. "Oh, yes", says I airily pointing him in the direction of the books relating to fish and aquariums.....oops.

Work progressing slowly. Bloody 'orrible shape to paint. B. Gem, if you read this, Ive not forgotten. Will email you some pix. B.

I remember when we'd moved to Bestwood Village when I was 14, I'd lay in bed with the window wide open listening to the night sounds of the village. There was a slipping screaching conveyor belt on the pit screens, a compressor coming on & off load, a Mackemsons bus pulling away from the pit baths stop, a Midland General Bristol Lo-Decker B8 bus pulling away from the bowling green at end of Park Road, a coal train chugging & clanking on the railway lines to Hucknall, Linby & Colvo pits, the boozed up boozers coming out the Top Pub (Bestwood Hotel) & Welfare shouting "GOODNIGHT,

I love fiction and this poem by Julia Donaldson sums it up. I opened a book and in I strode. Now nobody can find me. I've left my chair, my house, my road, My town and my world behind me. I'm wearing the cloak, I've slipped on the ring, I've swallowed the magic potion. I've fought with the dragon, dined with a king And dived in a bottomless ocean. I opened a book and made some friends, I shared their tears and laughter And followed their road with its bumps and bends To the happily ever after. I finished my book

When it looked like this ? I wonder how many people realise that used to be an earlier version of the Playhouse. Unfortunately it now looks like this.