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I would suggest that your best chance of finding your bike lies a few miles down the road from Nottingham, with the Vintage Motor Cycle Club in Burton-on-Trent. They have a machine register which might help. The Notts and Derby section, old friends of mine, meet at the Royal Oak in Ockbrook first and third Thursdays at 8pm. If you happen to pop along do say hello to them from me. The pub itself is well worth a visit, a traditional family-run house which serves excellent Bass. VMCC's website is www.vmcc.net/ There's also a branch of the BSA Owners Club in the district, they used to meet at As

At the opposite end of the spectrum; if anything happened quickly, my mother would say it was "before you could say knife". Anyone else come across this one?

Dad used to say "a wig-wam for a wowser" which is presumably much the same thing; and he also referred to girls (especially attractive, single ones) as "Judies".

I remember my grandmother (a native of Netherfield) using that expression. I think it refers to someone who's not much use, or who isn't doing something correctly. One other one of hers comes to mind, along the same lines; "You're too slow to carry hats! " . I've since learned that this referred to the practice of mourners following the coffin, with their hats removed as a sign of respect.

A better option than the road being full of empty shops.

From Nottingham, turn right at the crossroads in Thurgarton, through Bleasby, straight ahead at crossroads bottom side of Bleasby village. AFAIK it's a retirement home now; a former landlady, Muriel Wanless, live in the old folks' bungalows in Thurgarton. In its latter days as a pub it was a popular bikers' meeting place.

You could be on to something there. I'm ex Minster Grammar School, had bikes all me life! Funny though, had Harleys over 20 years yet I've never watched "Easy Rider".

An often overlooked factor was(and still is to an extent) the vulnerability of the railways to strikes.The whole network was effectively controlled by three unions, NUR, ASLEF and TSSA; effectively, the footplatemen, station staff/shunters/signalmen etc, and junior management.All were until comparatively recently closed shops, and if one went out the other two would not cross the picket lines. I do think one of the most short-sighted steps in recent railway history was the lack of investment in Freightliner container traffic. Back in the mid-80's, an entrepreneur called Edward Lacoste operate

Being Grade 2 listed for quite a few years has probably done a lot more!

Found this, an interesting snippet..... Colwick Cheese

Duetting with Duster Bennett now, sadly. Don Partridge Obituary

Most folk I know in Ilson are round the bend anyway!

It was "Mr. Piper" actually; played by a Canadian opera singer called Allan Crofoot. Come with me, come and see All the wonders there will be In my stories,in my songs And everywhere where fun belongs. There'll be heroes, giants bold Visit lands both far and old With magic tricks to shiver your skin Laughs galore with animals in Your world of fun, Pied Piper's home! I swear I've just typed that out without recourse to Wiki! Funny how some things stick in your mind.

Ah, don't remember him, must've been after my time.

Slightly off-topic, sorry, but do any of the bikers on here remember that lad from Derby who had the V-8 Imp-engined special? Two Imp blocks with a one-off crankcase. He wasn't a very big chap, the bike was huge, but he could certainly ride it!

Would that be Dave Smith? Stocky bald-headed lad, had a son in the Army who was wounded in service IIRC?

One you all seem to have overlooked, to my surprise; GT Cars,the Renault dealers next door to Chettle's yard on St. Peter's Street, Radford. Been closed for many years and I think the site's been built over now. My first job after leaving the Army was as a parts salesman there, in the early 1980's. They also had branches in Long Eaton, Derby, and Sheffield.

You wouldn't have got many when my old man was alive. He worked for Hoveringham, so knew every field where they grew; used to come home with dirty great bags full of blueys. Funny thing was he was allergic to all fungi, so my Mum used to do 'em for me and her, just how radfordred showed us only without the fried egg on the side, and cos we was poor it was streaky bacon not the posh shortback wot he's got! :tongue:

Couple of other factors to consider. 1) Very few people would have had cars. If they did, they were probably known to half the street, and an unusual one would be spotted. 2) People knew their neighbours better; as per above, a stranger would be noticed. 3) If the miscreants were caught, they'd not only get a rough time off the coppers but probably off the other lags inside, especially for robbing a woman. Plus they'd get a substantial sentence in a proper jail, not probation and a chance of an adventure weekend. Prison might not be a deterrent today, but that's only because it's far too c

Yes, and it's a damn good job she's not Italian! :tongue:

What Rog said. Pity some of us can't be more gracious. Old adage; if you can't find owt good to say, don't say owt at all.

Road classifications were introduced shortly after WW1, so this would date the map to early 1920's. As littlebro says, it's probably a hybrid, not all features would be updated simultaneously, no satellite photography then!

In the mid-1960's, used to get sent down to Thurgarton post office ( before the shop on the crossroads was built) to fetch a packet of "Doctor Whites" for me mam. Mrs. Reeve at the post office would always wrap the packet in brown paper and seal it with tape, presumably so's no-one would know what it was! Can't help wondering how our parents' generation would cope with some of the adverts on the telly at the moment!

Me mam was a genius at mental arithmetic, and could add up her shopping bill as she went along; it was a foolish checkout assistant who dared to argue with her. Kids can't do that today, everything's done with a calculator; even two pints at £2.50 each seems beyond them. I agree, it pays to check, especially if you pick the wrong item up on those BOGOF jobs and end up paying full whack for both items. I've found by experience that if it happens at our local Morrisons they happily apologise and sort it promptly, whereas at Tesco's it's almost like they hate you for catching them out. Incident

And of course you'll remember the other choice you used to get... eat it or bloody go without! !hungr!