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  1. Does not surprise me one bit. My son-in-law is a Ford technician, and a very good one too; but it was me who showed him how to fabricate a gasket with a small ball pein hammer and an old cornflake packet. i served my apprenticeship in the Royal Electrical & Mechanical Engineers as a mechanic; don't practise my trade for a living any more but all the skills I was taught have come in useful for one thing or another.Still got the adjustable spanner I made when I was 16 and it still works too!
  2. Nah.... we'd just gi'n up waiting. Nowt we didn't already know anyway; even the rats go round in pairs up there.
  3. I haven't worked there for quite some time mate; I'm told by a good friend of mine who still drives there that it's changed a lot from those days, but having said that it's still a superb railway and I'm sure someone with your depth of experience would be welcomed no matter where you wanted to help.
  4. Been there got the t-shirt.... or chef's whites anyway! GCR Loughborough, 1982 IIRC; the "Edwardian" dinner train with me as chef. The other chap is the inimitable John Jenkinson, one of the railway's great characters. I can assure you it's great fun, and volunteers are always welcome.
  5. Pity some people have to hijack a thread about an interesting subject to vent their own inverted snobbery.
  6. I suspect Hornes were neighbours of theirs in Tollerton, before they moved to Thurgarton in the mid-1960's; Dick designed the house himself as you'll remember, unfortunately his timing was poor and the oil crisis in the early 1970's made it horrendously expensive to heat. I lived in Thurgarton for many years and knew everyone in the village; Celia was a close friend of my parents and I, and I can assure you that there was no Horne family in the village. Dick died suddenly in his office, in 1983 of a heart attack, he'd not been well for some years . He did have a Lotus, a Europa; he was a bit
  7. According to most period photos they're black and white. And if it got a few kids interested in steam it could be ginger pink for all I care.
  8. i do know Jim, he's still there. And the Dicks, that'd be Celia who was my Dad's next door neighbour. Her husband (Arthur, but always known simply as Dick) was an architect. Horne doesn't ring any bells though.
  9. Post it up by all means Dennis; my memories only go back as far as the early 1970's really, be interesting to fill in the blanks.
  10. I've never heard anyone described as looking like a pox-doctor's clerk, but in my younger days the term "stinks like a pox-doctor's clerk" was used to describe a man who wore too much cheap after-shave. I daresay it comes from the days when perfume was used to disguise bad smells.
  11. I mentioned Watts earlier in the thread; I knew Dave Watts slightly, very nice bloke.
  12. My late mother lived at 11, Hillside Cottages, Main Street until she married my father in 1948; the house was her grandmother's, and she'd have lived there from about 1928 to 1948. Her grandmother was a Mrs. Shaw, later Mrs. Rowbotham when she remarried after being widowed around 1930; her second husband was Joseph Rowbotham, a local baker. Having just glanced at the Streetview image, I can offer the following information; the white house on the opposite corner of Hillside Drive was, during the 1960's,a grocer's shop, owned by a chap called Neil Page who was a friend of my mother's and lived
  13. I am not in any way a civil engineer; but my guess would be that it was considerably cheaper to demolish it and build a new one, than to rebuild the existing bridge to the acceptable standard. Remember that it had received no structural maintenance for the thick end of half a century. Despite those structures looking incredibly solid, like anything else they need looking after or else they deteriorate beyond economical repair. Doesn't mean I think the new bridge is better though. You're right, it does look cheap and nasty.
  14. Not a 50's Yank but i owned this brute for eight years; 1963 GMC Fleetside, with the original 5 litre (305 ci) V6 engine; incredibly over-built, the chassis was rock-solid steel channel,not the poxy box-section rust trap stuff they use on modern Ford Transits etc. As you can guess it was used as much for its intended purpose as anything else; I loved it and only sold it when it effectively outlived its usefulness. Still in Wales actually, mate of mine in Newtown bought it, and like me uses it as a hack and runabout. It never let me down either; could leave that thing outside for six month
  15. If you grew up around the Lowdham area you'd have known my uncle and aunt, Len and Jean; they lived in the end house on Victoria Avenue. They had two sons, John, who sadly passed away a couple of years ago, and Richard, always known as "Fred" who worked at Harrisons for many years and now travels the world working for an endurance racing team.
  16. You can't judge it by today's standards. Remember that in those days there were a lot of inner city kids who had never even been to the seaside let alone spent a few weeks there. For many of them, a regular bath may have been a luxury; see thread on "Roughest areas".
  17. Similar origin is given to the phrase "Was yer born in Warsop?" which me dad used to say if we ever left a door open.
  18. Hyson Green was considered rough when the flats were there (although Balloon Woods and Basford flats were considered to be rougher, this in the early 80's) but apparently it was half decent a generation before. Normanton, in Derby, was similar; I lived just off Normanton Road in the mid-1990's and it was no worse than the Green, but on a return visit a couple of years ago I walked down there and felt distinctly uncomfortable. Maybe it's because I no longer lived there and maybe because I'm now 20 years older and wiser, but there was an air of distinct menace and I did not linger. Incidentally
  19. No, sorry mate, still no joy. I rarely went into the garage, used to meet Trev in the Fox.
  20. No. You turned left at the Midland Bank having gone over the crossing, and Imperial was straight in front of you.
  21. I recall that area around Carlton station very well; Dawson's cycle/motorcycle shop (later Crosslands, run with the minimum of tact and diplomacy by my old mate Bill Smith, the scruffiest greaser in Notts) and also Imperial Garage, owned by Trevor Day who also owned Collis Van Hire. Another biker mate, whom I only knew as Trell, worked for Trevor. In the early 1980's I'd sometimes go in the Fox and Hounds for a pint or two with Trev and another mutual friend, Mo Oukil, an Algerian chap who ran a small garage specialising in Renaults just off Conway Road. Yet another biker who was a mate for m
  22. Bugger. Just read that again.... and here's me prides meself on me good grammar.
  23. I went to Nottingham about March of this year, to pick up a gearbox from a friend in Keyworth. Decided to have a couple of drinks in town and a look round; suffice it to say I finally parked in Trinity Square where I nearly had a cardiac event after seeing the prices, had a pint in the Sal, served by a miserable-faced spotty tramp in a plastic glass and not particularly well kept, managed to drink about half of it, left the rest and headed out of town. I used to work in the Sal when Baz Bloom kept the place and whilst it was never immaculate it certainly was never dirty either. Only high poin