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  1. 3 points
    Wish I had seen that. Cheerful and fun. Well done Nottm Council
  2. 3 points
    Dear Friends (if I may be so bold as to address you thus on such a short acquaintanceship) I feel I owe you an apology. Whilst I began by correctly addressing the rare privilege and unalloyed pleasure of being brought up in Bilborough, I fear I strayed unthinkingly into the unchartered territory of EMEB showroom colleagues, N.E. Glam and FFGS (Forest Fields Grammar School to the uninitiated – and who wouldn’t want to be? – uninitiated I mean). Nevertheless, it would be helpful to know what are my Bilborough boundaries. Am I for instance allowed to stumble inadvertently into Aspley? Or Wollaton? Or Bramcote (not much fear of that however as I have only the haziest recollection of Bramcote and the possibility that Roger Moore lived there at one time. Probably during his posing for knitting pattern days as opposed to being a Saint). I mentioned Aspley because I started my working life in the Government Offices there, although the Google map now shows the site to be a war museum (strangely appropriate considering the internecine conflict between departments, especially over appointments for the on-site barber), and because my parents moved from Beechdale Road to Robins Wood Road. Gosh we moved in elevated circles in those days. We sometimes didn’t have bread and butter with our tinned peaches and stopped having bread and dripping on Mondays. I must stress however I never moved to Robins Wood Road. No, I flew the nest with the intention of feathering my own with my then-bride to Hucknall – but there I go again, straying out of Bilborough. Referring back once again to the Google map, I see that what was once the library at the end of Beechdale Road and almost on Western Boulevard, is now a temple. Of course for us, the library was also a temple. A temple of learning where we regularly proffered our tickets in exchange for a fortnight’s devoted reading of the great classics of literature - Biggles Flies North, Gimlet, Biggles Flies East, Forever Amber (racy), Biggles Flies West and …well a lot of Biggles. Fortunately, the ambulance station was just up the road on the other side and ready to provide us with assistance if the weight of books proved too much for our short trousered legs and jaunty school caps to bear. Is the ambulance station still there? And will I have to pay a huge fine for not returning my Boys Bumper Book of Things to Do on a Rainy Day to the library? I never got past page 107 and the diagram for making an origami kettle. I mean, I could see that was a disaster in the making if you put it on a gas ring. Hang on though….was that in a Rupert Annual instead? Either way, I’m darned sure Biggles would have made short work of it with the help of his pals Ginger and Algy. I tell you what though, we did do a lot of making dens in the so-called waste ground opposite us. Dens had to be below ground, waterproof and capable of containing a small fire guaranteed to smoke you out when someone put pieces of lino on the flames. Dens often collapsed of course or were the subject of raids by “The Wooders” a rival gang from over the railway bridge in Radford Bridge Road. What’s that? The bell-like tones of my beloved floats down to me in my little study (we live in a three-storey house), enquiring what do I think I’m playing at, spending all day tapping away. We’ve had a new boiler installed over the last two days and we’re only just beginning to get heat back on, and I know she feels the cold more than me. “What’s that Dear Heart, Moon of my Night and Sun of my Day?” “Yes of course I’ll come and turn the thermostat up”. No chance. It’s keyed to my mobile phone and the plumber showed me just how easy it was to operate and change the settings. Did I take it all in? Did I h…! Just like stopping to ask for directions from a stranger. In one ear and out…….who knows where. No idea what to do. Can’t play it by ear though because that was the ear into which he poured the wisdom of a lifetime in boiler installation and operation. Better go and put a few bits of lino on the fire. “Coming dearest”. Say good night to the Bilborough Babes and Boys and ask them to forgive you. OK. Toodle pip! Trevor
  3. 2 points
    Just been looking at our wedding photos. This one shows how the front steps of the church came straight out on to the street. The little girls were giving me a horseshoe and a lucky black cat. I don't believe in such stuff but some would say they worked as we married in 1966 and are still together!
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    MargieH The Britain of the first verse is the one I remember too, the country lanes along the Trent valley, and in north Nottinghamshire, the hills and dales of Derbyshire and the windswept lonely fens of Lincolnshire were all part of my childhood and still evoke memories today. Having spent most of my life down under the rest resonates inside me too.
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    It certainly does DJ360, I cannot remember when I last listened to a LP from beginning to end. It must have been at the same time I was transferring vinyl to digital too. It is embarrassing to say that I remember the LP it was "The Sound of Music" as the leader of the opposition likes that sort of stuff. Recently spent time transferring from CD to USB as our new car does not have a CD player and at the same time I backed them up to a separate hard drive. I am not a fan of using the phone in the car for music. Having spent the last twenty years of my working life beholden to a pager then a mobile phone, now I am retired I don't want anything to do with them, only there for an emergency, and I have to admit at this moment I don't exactly know where my phone is.
  6. 2 points
    When I were growing up in Radford, having three brothers it was a case of first down, best dressed ! Never saw the sea until I were 15, and I must admit, it terrified me. Didn't have my first holiday until I was about twenty, courtesy of my future in laws generosity. I did get a couple of long weekend school trips to Ravenstore youth hostel, near Bakewell. Allus said we weren't brought up, we were dragged up. We lived in a slum clearance area, but it never occurred to me we weren't well off, we just got on with it. We were all in the same boat so it didn't matter.
  7. 1 point
    And I suppose that the bodies in the concrete(supposedly) have finally given up supporting the weight!!!
  8. 1 point
    I've got 5 screws in my right ankle you can have, apparently they are surplus to requirements,but can you hang on until my other bits stop functioning?
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    This lot came out of my son’s leg yesterday, I would think they are titanium but they weighed quite a lot.
  10. 1 point
    At our dearest friend's funeral , they played "I'll be seeing you, in all the old familiar places". He used to live off Thackerays lane, Woodthorpe. His wife still lives there
  11. 1 point
    Sue recipes do vary. It's a few years since I made it and I can't find the original Limoncello one but the one I'm in the middle of making is as follows. This is what I made. 8 organic lemons 1 lt of 95 vol alcohol (or vodka) Peel the lemons very thinly avoiding getting any white part . Put them into a container ( glass) and pour alcohol over and leave 8-10 days shaking the jars every day. Put 600 gr sugar into a pan with a litre of water and bring to boil without actually boiling.,stir to dissolve sugar and leave to cool slightly. Then add jar of alcohol with lemon peels to pan stirring to distribute everything leave to cool again. Strain and filter and bottle it. Place in freezer. Hoping this will make 3 bottles. Sunday I'm making cream Limoncello. The process is the same but milk and cream is added. Good luck.
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    I was looking at this area on Google and I can see an end terrace house with a stable in the backyard on nearby Eaton Street. Back in the 50’s my uncle who lived nearby in Woodthorpe use to stable a pony there. At weekends we would hitch it up to a trap and go hurtling along the Plains to the top of Woodborough hill and back. The pony had been couped up all week and was full of energy when he was let out. There were very few cars and I think we overtook most of them!
  14. 1 point
    I think this might also show the shop in question. On the right-hand side (although it's been artificially overdrawn) you can see a vertical sign on the wall saying 'Ale and Stout'.
  15. 1 point
    I live down one of the picturesque lanes of the Trent valley with views of the wooded hills on both sides. I can be in the hills and dales of Derbyshire within an hour and we regularly visit Bakewell. Like you I love the fens of Lincolnshire, again easily accessible. I especially like this area on a bleak winter’s day.
  16. 1 point
    No, the off licence was closer to the Porchester, where you can see the new bricks, immediately to the right of the brick wall next to the Porchester. Caretaker for the church lived at the bottom of Eaton Street, on the left and you had to go down and get the keys to open up for Cubs. From memory he had one or maybe two daughters who were in the Guides. Paradiddle may well remember them.
  17. 1 point
    Few people, hard workers or not, become millionaires by the sweat of their brow. Most of the rich either inherit it or have others who make them rich. I'm firmly of the opinion that the ability to make money is a talent, much the same as painting a picture is a talent. The was a survey some years ago, I think it was the Times, that reported 7 out 10 of the top earners in the country did not have a degree. Education is important but Steve Jobs, Philip Green and Richard Branson among others had no or very little higher education and became billionaires. Walking through Nottingham you will see beggars, Big Issue sellers and those less fortunate - but out of how many? They are a tiny proportion compared those of us who live comfortably. The disparity between rich and poor is not as prevalent as it once was. Socialists will bang on about it but compared to the Elizabethans or Victorians the gap is less than many think. There will always be examples of extreme poverty just as there will always be the mega rich but on balance the gap is not as wide as we tend to think. The standard of living I and most people I know are unrecognisable from that of our parents. I think I'm in danger of climbing on my soapbox here so I'll shut up...
  18. 1 point
    I think they line up outside.
  19. 1 point
    I have taught many children whose parents or, more often, parent spent every spare minute at work so that they were able to take their offspring to Disneyland for a holiday every year. This necessitated the child being farmed out to after school clubs, relatives, friends...anyone who would look after them. So many of those children expressed the opinion to me that they weren't loved, nor wanted. Money was more important. As children, my sister and I never had foreign holidays and, most years, no holiday at all. Our mother didn't work but she was always there at the school gate, lunchtime and afternoons. Always eager to listen to what we'd been doing. Always ready with a cuddle. My parents, like most, had little spare cash but there was always lots of love. That's all that matters. Without it, you're in big trouble.
  20. 1 point
    I never thought myself as poor , I thought it was normal to have holes in my shoes and not having things others had. Only when I was 11 and being offered a place at a school where you stayed till you were 16 and needed a uniform did I realise that I came from a poor family. I was lucky I stayed at that school and had a better education till I was 15, when I made the decision to leave as I saw the problems my mother was having on how to purchase new uniform for the next year. I am not complaining as I knew many who were a lot worse off than me. People do start off disadvantaged , only a good education can give them the start in life they need. Years ago it was possible without the educational qualifications to advance, not so much now , people nowadays need certificates of all different things to gain employment now. Most are condemned to a lifetime on minimum wages. Many go to schools where they are expected to fail and they are treated as such, they may come from one parent families where no one cares less about them. I started at the NCB as an apprentice electrician at 15 a friend also started on general mining the same day, after about an hour later I saw him walking away crying he was told to go as they found he couldn't read, how he had been let down in life . I not criticising you PP but a weeks holiday in a caravan, whilst I was young I can only remember going away twice and that was on day trips to Skeggy and there was many of my friends never had that. Sorry to go on about it but I often hear people go on that people can make it if they work hard, many work hard all their life and never make it.
  21. 1 point
    I think back in the 50’s most of us were ‘poor’ but didn’t realise it at the time as it was the norm for most people. At grammar school many of us came from similar backgrounds but our parents had aspirations for us and we studied hard to get into university or enter a profession. I came from a Methodist family so the ‘work ethic’ was instilled although I ignored the religious aspect. I’ve always enjoyed work and the subsequent rewards that effort brings.
  22. 1 point
    Trip into Bulwell this morning,,,considering it was Market day' it was very quiet,,,only about 4 Stalls working,,,cold weather perhaps?.....never used to make any difference. Went in Tesco,,fancied some 'Pyclets' couldn't find any,,,came out with a pair of ''Skinny Jeans'''.........Bumped into an old school mate,,,who cheered me up ,,telling me about a couple of old football mates,who had hung their Boots up for the last time....,,got cheered up though,when my next 'Bump into'' was a girl from my year at school,,,to me she still looked the same,,,,and still turned me down......
  23. 1 point
    You'll cop it, our Ben. Radford Red will be gunning for you!
  24. 1 point
    I was told that playing Snooker was a sign of a miss spent youth. When I met the master he worked at "Plessey" Beeston and in the Plessey social club were snooker tables, at the time women were not allowed to play snooker (can't think why just male ego I suppose) but give Plessey their do women could play on there tables, so I learnt to play snooker and enjoyed it from the grand old age of 17. Still like to get a game when I can.
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