What you've just said, Brew, has just triggered one of my memories ......not of Sneinton (sorry). When I was 16 I went out with a lad who was 15 for a while. We broke up and I said he could ring me up when I was 30.
Guess what. In 1973, my Mum told me that a man had phoned our house in Nottingham to ask if I still lived there. (I didn't) She asked his name and it was him! I was 30 years old by this time,and Mum told him that I had been happily married for 7 years and had 3 children. When Mum told me, I felt very weird.... nostalgic, sad, happy.... not sure really.