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  1. Since I do not understand this site or how to use it, I will put this here and hope someone can send it where it needs to be! A LESSON IN LINGO! If your dad said he’ll ‘box yer tabs’, would yo’ know woree meant? Tabs is ‘ears’, box is ‘hit’ so it’s a painful punishment Its for sure you’ve all bought ‘duddoo’s’ wi’ a bronze threp’ny bit, They’re sweeties from a ‘tuffee’ shop; does that make sense of it? No need to mourn when ‘Charlie’s dead’ and nobody shed’s a tear It’s telling you your slip is showing, now that should make it clear. Don’t frahn at ‘ayya-bin-dahn’ it asks ‘Have you been to the match?’ And a small round loaf with a crusty top is colloquially called a ‘batch’ Now, ‘ayya-gorra-wi-ya’ shouldn’t cause you strife. It simply and politely asks, ‘Are you with your wife’? If asked ‘Can I ey ya coggin?’ and with that you cannot grapple, They’re only begging for what remains of your half eaten apple! To the use of that word ‘nunnoo’s’, let’s get you reconciled, It’s simply the gift of pennies that one gives to a child. Ask for a ‘cob’ and I promise you you’ll not be given a horse, Round these parts, it simply means a small bread roll of course! Now, heard from the lips of a woman, ‘Ooh she’s a ‘stuck up cah!’ She’s not a cow in a field of glue; she speaks kinda ‘lah di dah’! When in a pub and someone asks ‘oyya-beeya-sen?’ He’s simply curious as to why you’re on your own again. A knock on the door, you open it, a friend stands there-upon, And asks ‘Oyya ya mashin’?’ don’t be alarmed, just put the kettle on! And a ‘clubman’ isn’t someone suffering crippling of the feet It’s a man who sells stuff at the door and you pay him weak by week. Now ‘teggies’ are children’s teeth and ‘dannies’ their tiny hands In a muddle over ‘laggies’? They’re simply elastic bands. I didn’t write this ditty to imply that you are dumb It’s to help you understand how we talk in Nottingum!
  2. Gotta put me halfpenny in! My teacher many yrs ago, threw a handful of rice on the floor and said that the scattering of individual rice was nowhere near as many as there are stars in our universe and to say there was only one live planet namely earth there was ludicrous. I think she was right. Oh n beings as we are in the midst of another world war, l think we are doomed anyway.....on that happy note l'll go get me tea!
  3. I've lived here close on 50 yrs now but have no recollections of a 'monkey park'.
  4. Hi folks. I write for the Nottingham Bygones magazine these days and there is to be a special edition out in July covering the heady mid 1960's days. That was when I worked at the Musters and in those days, last orders were 10pm if my memory serves me, but discotheque's were popping up everywhere and I've written a column about the days of the Hippo, Society and Pigalle clubs. On Friday nights a flotilla of the in crowds cars headed by Norman Harvey's Rolls Royce set off to one of these after hours clubs. In particular recall Gael Pilkington and his brother Robin who owned a narrow boat moored pretty close to the Boat Club. They often had parties there. So watch out for the column, I hope it brings back some lovely memories for you all.
  5. An ancient A35! Black of course, with little orange arms that swung out indicating its intention to turn. Hey, have you noticed that even 'old banger' cars back then were so expensive they were bought in hope of lasting forever, but we had to paint black strips along the bottom of the doors to cover the rust? I used to do mine and my dad asked were they 'go faster' stripes? Oddly things that used to last forever, now don't? I have go faster stripes along the bottom of my 3 yr old Hotpoint fridge!
  6. When you teach your kids to talk you giggle at things they say, But when you teach your kids to walk, you weep as they walk away..... Joy James
  7. What about the old wartime 'starved of treats', 'gis yer coggin when yo've done wi'it.'
  8. If you cram cotton wool into a small tub (say) like an Aspirin one, pour the citronella and baby oil on top of it, no leaks no splashes!
  9. Oh and does anyone recall drummer Nolly Buck? Mad as a march hare. He lived in a house boat on the bend of the river at Hazleford Ferry and rigged up a pair of booming speakers on deck to a recording of the Queen Mary's fog warning sound. On an autumn night when the mist swirled and covered the water surface, he would wait until he heard a little boat came chuffing up the river and just before it came round the bend, he would play that 'woooo...oooow'[ sound at full blast and frighten the shit out of the pilot. Happy days....
  10. Lawrence's was demolished some year ago and a load of houses built on the land. Wasn't the pub The Manvers?
  11. Oh yes, Rex you were not much more than a babe in arms when I worked there. I knew Charles pretty well too, he looked like a god with that mound of curly hair. Your dad was not a monster, he was a big huggable bear. I would have done anything for him and your mum. There were a lot of complaints in the Post about the noise from the Musters at night and I wrote to their letters column saying that music calms the savage breast or words to... and to stop moaning and come and join us. The moaning stopped, at least in the Post. Who would believe that one day I would have my own column in that newspaper. Don't think Gael was killed, last I heard his son was in the army and was stationed in Germany, he came home on his motorbike to a family wedding and was in an accident and was killed. He wasn't much more than a teenager. Charlie Bartle too was killed in a road accident. We in Equity had a tree planted in his name by the council at a cost of £2000 and within 3 yrs the council uprooted it!! I was furious and did my bad temper dance. I got them to put a brass plaque on the pavement outside the concert hall. Its still there. Do you know, I don't have ONE photo from my Musters days. Do you have any I can use in my current book? I could photo copy,return and give you a credit in the book for their use. Joy
  12. Collins Café bottom of Aspley Lane; Customer "Bacob cob duck." Assistant "Teetin or teet aut?" Customer "Tee-tin-ta." Assistant "Wiyy w-aut sauce." Customer "Wi'" Assistant "Reddabrahn"? Customer "Brahn ta duck!" Eee, it meks yer be praud to be Notts doannit?
  13. A LESSON IN LINGO! If your dad says he’ll ‘box yer tabs’, would you know what he meant? Tabs are ‘ears’, box is ‘hit’ and it’s a painful punishment And I’ll bet you’ve all bought ‘duddoo’s’ with a bronze threepenny bit, They’re sweeties from a ‘tuffee’ shop; does that make sense of it? No need to mourn when ‘Charlie’s dead’ and nobody sheds a tear It’s telling you your slip is showing, that’s that cleared up my dear. Don’t frown at ‘ayya-bin-dahn’ it asks if you’ve been to the match? And a small round loaf with a crusty top is always called a ‘batch’ And ‘ayya-gorra-wi-ya’ should never cause you strife. It simply and politely asks, ‘Are you with your wife’? If asked ‘Can I eyya coggin?’ and with that you cannot grapple, Somebody wants what remains of your half eaten apple! To the use of that word ‘nunnoo’s’, let’s get you reconciled, It’s simply the gift of pennies that one gives to a child. Ask for a ‘cob’ and I promise you you’ll never be given a horse, Round these parts, it simply means a small bread roll of course! Now, heard from the lips of a woman, ‘Ooh she’s a ‘stuck up cah!’ She’s not a cow in a field of glue, she speaks with a ‘lah dih dah’! When in a pub and someone asks ‘oyya-beeya-sen?’ He’s simply curious as to why you’re on your own again. A knock on the door, you open it, a friend stands there-upon, And asks ‘oyya ya mashin’?’ don’t be scared, just put the kettle on! And a ‘clubman’ isn’t someone suffering crippling of the feet It’s a man who sells stuff on the knock and you paid him weak by week. Now ‘teggies’ are children’s teeth and ‘dannies’ their tiny hands In a muddle over ‘laggies’? They’re simply elastic bands. Now I didn’t write this ditty to imply that you are dumb It’s to help you understand how we talk in Nottingum!
  14. THE HUNGERHILLS REMEMBERED! The bountiful Cherry tree stood over there, a tad to the left of the Comis pear. A gooseberry bush to the right of the shed, and a bit further on, the strawberry bed. Peas and beans climb the strong green net and promise to be the best yield yet. A Bramley apple provides the shade, for the pram in which baby Sandra's laid. Mam stands beneath the russet tree, hands down an apple to Eileen and me. I sink my teeth in the rusty skin and juice runs freely down my chin. My dad and brother Mick have slaved under the hot sun they have braved. With sleeves rolled up, they've tilled the soil, it’s a labour of love to them not toil. Dad's planted cabbages, spuds and beet, careless of the mid day heat. Stopping only to mop at his face, before resuming his dogged pace. Mam calls to him to down his spade and come and eat the food she's made sandwiches of salmon and 'cumber, soon baby Sandra wakes from slumber. Changing her for the fourth time that day, once she’s been fed the breast’s put away, wholly content, we'll not hear a peep don't know why they had her, she's always asleep. At the edge of the beck, we drop to our knees, lifting hot face to the water cooled breeze. Cupping our hands we drink from the brook, while mam settles down with a fag and a book. In the distance we hear the howl of a dog, from the opposite bank, the croak of a frog. This place has a peace we don't want to break, so we cut down our noise for reverence sake. Too soon dad turns from friend to foe, calling to us to get ready to go locking the gate with the familiar rattle, we head for home and our daily battle.
  15. When I stubbed my toe and broke it, did I say 'Oh dearie me'? When I lost a huge darning needle and found it two days later with my foot necessitating a hospital stay and an op, did I say 'Oh Bother'. Did I heck as like. I pulled myself up to my full height, which is never more than 5'4 inches even on my best day, and I let forth with every swear word known to man spewing them out in a volcanic eruption of sheer release! Swear words have their place as stress release. It did me the world of good and I think there should be a doctors prescription for it! Excuse me, I am off to see Mrs Brown's Da Movie!