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  1. 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 Aston-on-Trent but I'm not sure if that's still the case.

  2. When asking my Gran what my Xmas/birthday present was going to be the answer was always "a whim wham for an oojar"

    All girls were referred to as "that Judy".

    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".

  3. My ex mum in law and her mum were from Bulwell (Forest side) and they always said 'yer like a man made of smoke'. No idea what it meant but they sid it to my kids a lot when they were little.

    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.

  4. Another place i used to go was Hazelford Ferry or something like that ,I dont have a clue where it was anymore

    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.

  5. Like most early biker movies it showed bikers as ill-educated delinquents, this was far from the truth, many of the original Aces for example, were from West Bridgford Grammer School, with a few from Nottingham High School. We were educated delinquents.

    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".

  6. Definitely, the infrastructure for public transport and freight movement was already in position in those days, it's just that road transport was seen as and probably still is king.

    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 operated a company called "Overnight Bag" based in King's Cross goods yard. Containers came down from Scotland and the North East via rail, unloaded at Kings Cross and the local consignments went by road; exactly as people have been suggesting for many years. It finished because BR weren't interested in small-time stuff, and then the carriers like Nightfreight sprang up with hubs in the West Midlands, which combined with BR's refusal to allow a similar operation at Beeston, which Edward had offered me as a franchise, killed him off.

  7. Can anyone remember storyteller 'Peter Piper'

    And the little song he sang?

    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.

  8. 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.

  9. can't find a soddin' one this year.Used to get the huge field ones (Foot across) in an ancient meadow near Hoveringham...Thanks to Tarmac and Co. it's now a ruddy gravel pit....hooligans.

    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:

  10. 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 cushy.

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  11. However, there was one lady who, once a month or so, would have on her order "one box of super tampax" - for which we had to go to the, all female staffed, soft-goods dept. next door - and ASK for it!

    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!

  12. 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.

    Incidentally, have any of you cottoned on to the illicit "bonus" that's available at Tesco's if you use those self-check tills? When you get the prompt for "own bags used", provided you don't go silly you can get extra points even if you have used their bags. Only pennies I know, but they do keep telling us that every little helps! thumbsup