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Well I guess that explains it, it was a good laugh anyway.

I think some member of the public may have told them there were a couple of hundred bikers descended on the town to cause mayhem, or maybe more likely an inspector or superintendent has it in for bikers, there is one in Warwickshire who is trying to stop the Bulldog Bash, in spite of the local council saying it is OK. He had been to an American conference where bikers were described as menbers of a huge international crime syndicate like the Mafia or the Triads. We all know that in some countries some of the biggest criminals are in the forces of law and order, but of course it's not so he

Debbie and I were hoping to see you and Isobel at the Rockers Reunion last weekend, it was good to see so many old mates. Just to make it really like the old times,on sunday the police turned up as well, much to our amusement and their embarrasment. Most of us were older than their parents.

Just got off the ferry,we had a great time at Skeggy, met up with some of the 60's bikers I hadn't seen in 40 years or more.

Thanks for the heads up, thing is we have been in England for 12 days, just got back. The Lights have been scarce for a few years now. Looking forward to seeing them again soon.

That's right Owdtite, apparently it's common among some of the Glamorgan girls. The weather up here in Shetland is overcast with no wind, the sea is flat calm. The Simmer Dim is almost over, that means that soon there will be no light in the sky at night. Then it's the winter to look forward to, short days and force 12's, and we love it.

Hi Owdtite, how are things down south in Caithness. The only time I came across the words Dicky Dido was in an old rugby song to the tune of the Ash Grove. The verses are far too blue for a family forum like this.

Slightly off topic, but since Babs mentioned Trent Fields, to us on the south bank Trent Fields was the area between what is now Lady Bay Bridge and the then gavel pits, now the Water Sports Centre. In the late 50s we would go down there trying to hit hares with sling shots, and later chasing them on old bikes. girder forked Ariels and Nortons etc. It was good practice for dodging cars and pedestrians when we got to 16 and could get a license. On Sundays in Summer lots of Lady Bay folk would hear the speed boats racing and would go down Trent Fields to watch. The boats would come within

Hi Hippo Girl, Jim was a student at Nottingham Uni and I think his father was at Uni. Jim was a really friendly outgoing chap, working with him was a laugh a minute. He worked during the Uni holidays. We were taking old cookers off gas board lorries and then loading them on the scrap merchants lorry, we got the job sussed, and spent half the time in the hut listening to the radio and chewing the fat.

Hi Sussexred, I have just read the post about 27 Hartley Road. In the spring of 74 I was doing agency work at British Gas at Dunkirk. One day another worker turned up, it was Jim Howarth who lived at the Hartley Road complex. I started visiting there, I remember Bonner and Sam who were in the Hell's Angels, Hans who had a fabulous hi-fi (Bang & Olufson). I remember Darg and the rest, also Merv and his misses Soron. I was partying with Soron and her fella (he's a biker, all 6'5" of him) at the Simmer Dim Rally last month, she said she never really figured out what was going on at Ha

Poohbear mentioned the tanneries near Drury Hill, I seem to recall reading that they were sighted in the caves. Since many of the caves were interconnected, the stench of urine and other substances used in the tanning process, and the putrifying hides, would be coming up through the cellars as well as being in the air outside. Still, at least the rich had nice riding boots.

At the bottom end of Drury Hill and to the East was Narrow Marsh, one of the worst slums in the county, most of it was owned by the Bishop of Norwich, it was his private property It was he who fought long and hard to prevent it's demolition. It was eventually knocked down in the 30's. There were many lodging houses there, this was one of the reasons for the high density population. Next time I visit Notts I would like to have a pint in The Loggerheads, it has a history. Did Dick Turpin really stop there?

Graham Neal murdered his misses when he found out she was 'seeing' his best friend, after GN was sentenced the friend comitted suicide. Following this GN comitted suicide. A Shakesperean tragedy. In the early 60s there was a murder on Julian Road, Lady Bay. An old lady was killed by a burgler, again travellers were suspected by the locals. I used to help her with her shopping, and her murder had quite an effect on me. She was a nice old lady, almost crippled with arthritis. In the late 50's there was a murder on Woodland Grove, Lady Bay, this was a domestic. I think it involved East European

I was at the Simmer Dim Bike Rally this weekend, the World Cup was far from everyones mind except for one wee Glaswegian who was going around shouting 'England lost 0-0'. He eventually gave up when he realised that neither the 250 Scots nor the 150 English present didn't care one iota. Later he shared his excellent single malt (Jura) with our table, Thanks Ian McGrath.

Went to a small wooden caravan off Trunch Lane near Chapel St Leonards, it was before the floods of 1953, because I can remember the following year seeing the wrecked house near the seafront. Outside chemical bog, a water tap that seemed half a mile away. Loads of mosquitoes and lots of bats eating them. Also on the sight were some old railway coaches converted to caravans. Between the sight and the sea was a wooden hut selling food, postcards,beach supplies etc. The two old women running it ignored the masses of wasps attracted by the ripe fruit. There were no conveniences near the beach,

Yes ,I have regular Xrays, I have had pleural plaques for decades. One of the reasons for moving to Shetland was for our health.Lots of fresh air up here, although it does move around quite quickly sometimes.

Yes Ashley I remember that job, and I remember the asbestos falling all around us as it was being stripped off by the blokes working above us. What did I say about helmets and ear defenders? I bet it was something I would not have said five years later when I was a T&G shop steward and Health and safety rep.

'Barrow boy Tony' who used to drink in the Exchange in the late 70s and early 80s. I think he stopped and got a job with Spider on his pylon painting gang.

6'4'??!?, which one was the footballer Ashley?, and how did he get on?

That's right, he went to Whitemoor, same school as my Mrs.

You and Isobel and Debbie came together to the Hart that night, and then we all went back to mine. When you and Isobel left Debbie stayed,and 33 years later we are still together.

I met my wife at the White Hart Lenton in 1977, got engaged in 1978 and married 1991. BTW I went down the Sheds Beeston in the early 60s, Babs do you remember Jack's Cafe on Villa Street Beeston from the same era?

That's abaaht right

Hi Owdtite, Yes we live just outside Lerwick, the lifeboat is well supported here. We were last in Nottingham last month,we enjoyed the real ale and the improvement in air quality, didn't enjoy the vomit on the streets and the boarded-up pubs. Up here we are coming to the time of the Simmer Dim, I'm looking forward to sitting in the garden after midnight, sipping a beer and watching the bees pollinate the roses. That's right, it doesn't get dark.

Signed. BTW Owdtite you are no longer the most northerly UK resident on Nottstalgia. Greetings from 60* North.