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Seeing the time it was announced, I now realise I was wrong about where I was when I heard about it - strange how memory works. Was at home watching the box when the news flash came on. I now recall that it was the Aberfan disaster that I heard about at school.

There's a Chuck Noble on LinkedIn, who's a photographer in London. Wonder if he's any relation?

Commo, The link popped-up on the Nottingham Facebook page. They have lots of good stuff now and again. https://www.facebook.com/pages/Nottingham/372586256090980?ref=stream

Have you reported it yet? 0800 800151 You will need your BT account number for your phone bill.

Not unless we were playing British Bulldog at the time.

...in 1902. And I bet they complained about it then, as well. Interesting to see how much (and how little) has changed in over 100 years. https://player.bfi.org.uk/free/film/watch-tram-rides-through-nottingham-1902-1902-online

I was in the playground at Westdale Junior school when I first heard.

Sometimes, with searches on Ancestry, FMP, etc, less can be more. If you put fewer details in their searches, you get more results but ploughing through them can help to find those whose names were wrongly transcribed. Bear in mind that enumerators could have written them down incorrectly, or the web sites' own transcribers may have misread the enumerators handwriting. One of my ancestors, for whatever reason, gave a middle name as his surname, and it was only because I was able to build the details of the rest of his family that I found him. He may have done this through distrust of authori

The Arrow is still there but was completely rebuilt a few years back. Where there was once only one pub on Mapperley top (Plainsman), there are now three - all next door to each other, the Plainsman (now Greene King), Bread & Bitter (Castle Rock Brewery), and Woodthorpe Top (Weatherspoons). Needless to say, there is quite often a bit of trouble at weekends now as they all disgorge their drunken masses.

We're regulars at the Robin Hood. It had a couple of changes of management but Geoff and Vicky, the couple who run it now, are doing their damnedest to make it back into a decent local.

For the trips to Hull, I'd suggest somewhere in close proximity to the A46, now that it has been dualled most of the way to Lincoln. The A614 is now a waste of time with its 50 limits and SPECS cameras for most of the journey up to the A1 interchange. Add in the need for a commute into Nottm, and I'd certainly suggest somewhere like Bingham or Radcliffe. I know the OP dismissed it, but Bingham also has the advantage of a rail link into town for those snowy days as well as decent schools.

Thanks, Rog. Unfortunately, he and his comrades were among those heroes who were denied any recognition in the post-war victory parade by virtue of the word "Poland" being on their uniforms. Something that still rankles the surviving veterans today.

This thread prompted me to look up the flight record for my wife's uncle, who was a navigator in 300 Squadron. To give you an idea of what they were up against night after night, this is an extract of their list of missions: 08/09.03.1945 KASSEL 11.03.1945 ESSEN 12.03.1945 DORTMUND 15/16.03.1945 MISBURG [Hanover] 16/17.03.1945 NURNBERG 21/22.03.1945 BRUCHSTRASSE 23.03.1945 BREMEN BRIDGE 25.03.1945 HANNOVER They then seem to have had a bit of respite, as his record moves on a few days. 09/10.04.1945 KIEL 10/11.04.1945 PLAUEN 14/15.04.1945 POTSDAM 18.04.1945 HELIGOLAND 22.04.1945

Yes, it was the Moor Farm Inn as I recall. Had quite a few bands on there in the 70s too.

If memory serves me, Eddie Hand took that pub over back in the 1980s/90s, after he left the Blue Bell on Upper Parliament Street. Quite a contrast!

Was it next to the Rediffusion selector switch?

Oh, and 18 sockets in the kitchen - but still not enough for all the appliances, chargers, the TV, the phone, etc, etc.

When I was a lad, we had an extension lead into the garage from one of those light socket adapters for when we needed to do any work in there on bikes. I was messing around one day and didn't realise it was plugged in. Without thinking, I shoved my thumb into the socket and promptly launched myself across the garage.

#6 I had to learn how to do that at an early age as my dad was on permanent nights, so I had to get up early - more often than not with frost on the inside of the bedroom window, then go and empty the ash pan*, then it was a case of stacking the fire with paper and, if there were any, sticks of wood, and hoping that the coals would catch before they burned-out. My mum and dad didn't bother with central heating until after I left home. * if there was snow or ice, the ash went on the path. If not, it went in the dustbin.

See if this works... http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p019ng2n

Thanks David. Those pics bring back some memories! Although I recall the hill being surfaced down to where the blue car is in this pic: I recall going down there on my bike, aged about 6, and forgetting that I only had a front brake. Cue a forward flip that any gymnast would envy when I hit the rough stuff. My mum very nearly fainted when she saw the blood all over my head, elbows and knees from my less than perfect landing.

David, funnily enough those were the exact same places I used to go - especially that wooded area on South Devon Avenue! Plus the field on Valley Road/Marshall Hill - when the bottom of Marshall was still unsurfaced. I was banned from going anywhere near Mapperley brickyard after a lad drowned in the pond, and going to Woodthorpe Park was a bit of an adventure - the Sherwood kids didn't like us Mapperley lot. Once I got a decent bike, though, the horizons expanded and I used to go round most of the Trent valley and beyond.

It's reassuring to know that I wasn't the only one to have suffered at the hands of the butchers on Dr Parks Corner. Forty-odd years later, I can still remember the smell of the rubber gas mask and the mess they left behind after their cack-handed extractions.

Winter fuel allowance is just one of those things that I use to look forward to getting. Sadly, WFA, like my state pension, free bus pass and TV licence, seems to be moving further and further away from me as the government keep moving the age at which I'd become eligible for them.

Sad. I spent many a happy evening locked-in at the Marquis of Lorne in the 70s, playing darts and supping until well into the night. I forget the landlord's name now, but I first knew him from when he ran Parliament House on the corner of Upper Parliament street and Market Street, until it got shut-down.