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  1. If I was being annoying by fooling around, my Mam would tell me to ‘stop acting the goat’
  2. Thanks for the replies. Eileen, I live at Berry Hill Mansfield now, moved here into a bungalow due to the wife’s health. I grew up on the Bestwood Estate til I was 18, it was like being in the country during the 50s & early 60s before they built Rise Park, Top Valley etc. I drove past my old haunts a few years ago, it bloody depressed me to see it then, I hear it’s even worse now. I lived on the A52 myself for a while ; opposite direction to you though, West Bridgford/Gamston. Spent a short time in the Medders , Essex Street, not the happiest period though. Then 20 years in Carlton, w
  3. Coalmen….I suppose it’s still possible to get coal delivered, but when I Was a kid the NCB coalmen were a daily sight on the estate. I could never understand how they managed to get their faces so black, a dirty job granted, but they must have blacked up deliberately, Al Jolson wannabes if you ask me. Metal meat skewers in your Sunday joint from the butcher. Mash cans..They were white enamel with a metal cup for the lid. Used all the time on building sites in the 60’s, my elder brother was a fireman on the steam locos, he had one too. 1s 9d from Wakefield Army Stores. Something I haven’t s
  4. Chaucer Street was where I was dragged. As soon as you walked in you were knocked back by the overpowering smell of disinfectant. The worst thing though, was having to sit biting on cotton wool ‘til the bleeding stopped. The last time I went the big nurse gave me a right rollicking for Wearing too much Brylcreem; I wouldn’t go again
  5. Congrats on a great site, some of the stuff I,ve read so far has really brought back many memories
  6. I’m with Eileen’s Mam on this one, what with pointing at the shopkeeper’s nobs and making everyone nervous. I was working at what was then Fisons at Loughborough and the canteen was one of those where you went along with your plate chosing each item. The conversation went: “Are your nobs fresh?” “WHAT??!!!!” “Only I don’t like frozen ones, they always seem soft” I thought they were going to run me out.