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Thanks cliff ton,,,thats the place,,,so many memories,,not just my football days,,,was my local, from going in the garden with a lemonade,,to about 15 years ago,,,went in about 3 years ago for a mates funeral,,,could see all my old friends and family in my my minds eye,,upset me not been back. It was also one my Mam and Dads favourite locals,,,in fact my Dad was born in a little old Cottage next door,,, It had a Gents only room on the right of the photo,,where the football team used to meet on a Sunday night,,all in our Suits,,whilst our lady's played the

Thinking of June got me going now,,,not quite a chulla or our Jilly....but here goes'' to the tune of Copacabana,,, Her name was Junie...Junie Radford,, she wore big Booties on her feet,,and a dress down to her knees,, She would roll around the floor,, and shout 'i got yer,, At the Coop,,Coop in Kirkby,, The hottest spot north of Bulwell,, The Coop,,Coop in Kirkby,, Catching thieves were her Passion,,,and she alus got em,,got em,, At the Coop,,,,,Coop in Kirkby north of Bulwell............

Never thought that this thread would go from DavidW's Photo of my old Park Tavern days of football to carni fingering my Pork pies and Jills brilliant verse.,,but tracing back its all relevant due to a Store detectives cousin or nephew Geoff Astle and his untimely passing through heading a football. Its in the news today,,but i honestly feel that today the Balls are like the old 'Frido' ones and very light,,and can't cause the damage of the old style heavy leather ones,,,may be wrong,what do i know. Loved the banter Jill,,,to me this is

Music is everything........just been listening to Dave Brubeck and 'Take five'' no lyrics,but still says so much............

Hope you get on with your 'Lycra' Benj. I tried the ones with the gel patch, but I couldn't take to them. I have a 'Gel Seat Cover' Mi duck, it is great, it cost less than a tenner, and I can wear ordinary trousers instead of my Lycra Leggins if we are going to walk around the shops, and I still have the comfort of the 'Gel Padding'. I just have to remember to cover it when we park up in case it rains.

New long legged Lycra's came today,,,been on me bike twice for short bursts,,,felt great ,never had a pair like em,,,they have got a big patch under the crotch,,,.smiled all the way..........can't wait to go again in the morning....

I'm surprised you still talk to me, the way I'm always pulling your leg, our Ben. However.... laughter is the best medicine!

Well done you lot. Our Chulla will be chuckling at your verse. I'm just going to read them all again.

Her name was Carni She was a looker. She came in after some cream cakes and Ben asked her for a date. "You're just a shop lad! Go mind your Hovis!" And while a tear came to Ben's eyes, Carni fingered the pork pies. "I'll let you ride me bike." "Just go and take a hike!" Flicked her ash in his corned beef pasties..and she'd wrecked his life! Shop at Marsden's, Vernon's and Farrand's, Annes, Dorothys, Maudes, Janes and Sharons! Melting Moments behind the freezer. Didn't go for his gherkins either! Down a

I assume that means you spent the rest of the night discussing quantum physics, Colly? And very worthwhile too!

How about this for odd lyrics. It is my favourite Procol Harum song: Homburg Procol Harum Your multilingual business friend Has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays And the lipstick, unmade bed The mirror, on reflection Has climbed back upon the wall For the floor she found descended And the ceiling was too tall Your trouser cuffs are dirty And your shoe

He's dead anall.

Peter Sarstedt, Peter Skellern...also deceased and Lyndsey de Paul...again, deceased. All three were played incessantly on T Wogan's radio programme every morning in the early 70s when I was getting ready to go to Manning. Where do you go to, my lovely. You're a Lady. Won't Somebody Dance With Me? Those and many others, instantly bring back memories of that time which is why I can't bear to hear em. Not to mention the irritatingly cheerful Wogan!

I've seen all your Qualifications, that you got from the Sorbonne. Just thought I would add again for them as don't know that Peter was the brother of Eden Kane who sang, among other songs..........Boys cry when no one can see them, no one can see them cry. Come on Choir?

Perhaps we ought to rewrite that one for young Trogg. Where do you go to, my hubby. When you're alone in your shed?

This is the car in question, a photo I took in April 2018, only because it had no front reg plate and law breakers make me so mad. The photo was still on my phone and when I just typed in the registration I’d memorised the other day into google search this photo of mine popped up! Can’t see anything on the dashboard on this pic. There are often high-end motors parked right there, outside a newish off-licence that seems to only sell very expensive spirits and champagne! At least that’s what the passers-by see for sale ...

Despite the title of the thread, so far we haven't seen the pub which gave its name to the team. Surprisingly, it seems to still be there. https://goo.gl/maps/XmaeHzXqZBEqboEE7

Can I add a verse? His name was Ben - Oh! He was a grocer. He'd slice your bacon with a squeeze. Slap and tickle with your cheese! "Let's see your haslet. Don't tell me husband!" Those women queued down Denman Street...and it weren't for potted meat! But when the blinds came down Our Ben would hit the town. Loafers, Levis and liberty bodice, Oh, boy did he look sweet? Shop at Marsden's, Vernon's and Farrand's. Dots, Shirley's, Pams, Lizzies and Karens He'd got crackling...under the counter! Tea bags

Ay up, our Ben. This isn't good news! https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/50124102 Bet you're glad you gave it up now, aren't you?

I liked 'Frozen Orange Juice'. Even played it down the 360.. This song.. which I'm pretty sure was the original 'B' side of Frozen Orange Juice ..was banned in many places.. but it's really just a send up. Should also appeal to those who bemoan excessive 'Political Correctness'. Fold danced to it in the 360 without the roof falling in..

I hated 'Where do you go to' at the time it came out and I still can't stand it. But its predecessor - which not many people ever heard - is brilliant.

My local is a tiny pub. It had a succession of hopeless landlords who all thought they were going to make a fortune and just didn't understand the obvious fact that it was a small pub with almost no parking. It therefore had to appeal to locals, and even then would not produce enough income to support a lazy landlord who employed staff to do the work. One of those landlords was a cousin of Lally Stott, who came from Prescot.. a few miles from here, and wrote 'Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep'. It was certanly a creepy and annoying song, but it was an enormous world wide hit. It was the girl sing

Dave Clark does indeed own the RSG rights.

Problem is FLY, people don't always realise when they're being snobbish. Just my opinion aka 'just sayin'...

Yes, I'm certain I read once that Dave Clark owned the RSG footage. I think it was due to his association with Kathy McGowan that enabled him to do it.

Everyone has different opinions. For instance......I genuinely liked all the singles from Dave Dee & Co, especially Zabadak. They may have been manufactured, but the songs and the production were perfect examples of what a pop single should be. And look at the lyrics for 'Bend it'. It's amazing the BBC never banned it, especially when they could get worked up over something like 'Day in the life'.

Sorry CT, I can't agree re the Pearly Spencer lyrics. I think they're very raw, emotional and very true to life. I love songs with a story.

Agree Fly.. Cliffton.. 'Dinner with Jimi' is worth a watch, DJ.. Dave Dee, i think, still owns the right's to the fantastic Beat Club footage..way superior to OGWT. Feel a calling to listen to Brian Setzer doing 'Nightingale sang' & his big band orchestra in general!

Zabadak, Justified and Ancient, Intro-Outro, (Bonzo Dog). Who'd-a-thought-it, hits. Still listen to them. Here a couple I like which read well without the tune; Big Bad John, by James Dean. A sullen, quiet mystery man not to be messed with, 'broad at the shoulder narrow at the hip and everybody knew you didnt give no lip to Big John'. Again; 'He didnt say much, kinda quiet and shy, And if you spoke at all you just said Hi To Big John.' (I like it when the rhyme and meter is completed before the end of the dialogue line, there must be a word for that technique).

Although I don't agree about the Turtles.., I do think it's a gem of a thread. Examining, panning or loving song lyrics in a thread like this is a great idea. This could turn into an epic thread! If you want an apparently inane 'pop' lyric.. how about 'Zabadak', by Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick and Titch. Most of the lyrics make no sense, but it's a great tune with fab percussion.. and the lyrics do include a little explanation. 'Look for meaning not in words But in the way you're feeling If it's love we'll understand For love is all revealing'

Totally agree with Kev on this one. The Turtles were a 'good time' band who wrote some great pop songs. There's no requirement for the lyrics to be erudite, or otherwise 'classy'. If I recall correctly.. the Turtles had some sort of association with Frank Zappa and his ilk, as well as many of the well known US West Coast bands of the time. They also worked with Ray Daviies of the Kinks. Those guys spent much of their musical lives satirising anything and everything. Also agree about Mc Williams. All pretty obvious stuff.. in similar vein to 'Excerpt From A Teenage Opera' by Kei

Couldn't resist rewriting the lyrics for our most famous grocer's lad. PARK TAVERN SONG Once upon a time there was a Tavern, where our Ben played footie for the team. With his shorts and muscled Granville-bike legs, women thought he was the perfect dream. Those were the days, my friend. Ben thought they'd never end. He'd flirt and play for ever and a day. The ladies formed a queue, Their husbands never knew For Ben was young and kept it up all day. Then one night outside the Lyons Cafe, in the alley right beside the bins, Ben came f

I've always thought Elenore is one of the best song lyrics ever. It's irony; sarcasm; sending up the whole "I love you, you love me" syndrome. Probably the only pop song which includes the words et cetera. The next verse is "I really think you're groovy; let's go out to a movie". If that's not tongue in cheek, what is. Not for one moment are they serious. Whereas Pearly Spencer comes across as O-level school boy poetry. (And I've got a compilation CD of David McWilliams material, and he doesn't get any better in his other stuff).

The Locarno in earlier times was called The Victoria, iirc?

Weren`t the Locarno and the Empress separate buildings, fernilee567?

Just like to add a few more comments about St Ann's. The council said that the house's were slum's and was unfit for humans but what is a slum when St Ann's was a people's community. Children were never left on there own even when mum went shopping/work/ even to the pub all neighbour's would keep an eye on the children, their never seemed to be any children in trouble. If mum and dad were at work and the child came home from school (latch st kid) every one would check on them. Each Saturday morning you would see all the ladies out sweeping there front and washing there front door s