Froggy

There were some huts in Wollaton Park that, according to my parents, were used as a WWII POW camp.

Everywhere that I've been outside the UK I've been asked where I'm from. I got so sick of describing where Nottingham, or the current residence, was that I eventually just said 'London'. I'm asked more times than ever in Thailand and it now hacks me off. They only want to know which country and I get 'Ah, Man U' or 'Ah, Libberpool' in reply. It's none of their business anyway so now I tell them the name of my village here and have a laugh at their puzzled expressions. Another favourite pastime of the more ignorant or remotely domiciled here is to shout 'Farang' after every white skinned forei

I was using 'Reply', especially when the post in question was a little way back, because 'MultiQuote' didn't seem to fit the bill. Perhaps I should have found out what that meant.

I wonder whether those who paid to top up their State pension will benefit. They won't qualify at the moment for additional means tested welfare benefits but will their additional pensions be paid on top of the new Sate basic pension?

Is the Harvey Hadden Stadium still there next door to the school? It was a huge athletics stadium that seemed hardly ever to be used.

I know that Nottingham Forest had a big fire but, years before, NC had the same thing happen. On a much smaller scale, of course. The stand was really rotten. A friend of mine leaned against the outside wall a few weeks before the fire and the wood gave way against his weight. When I was at Primary School, the support for those teams was roughly evenly split and NC was as popular as Forest. The first match I ever saw was at the NC ground. None of us understood why football clubs deserved the fierce support that we gave them in the playground. We had some really stupid rows about it. If that w

Well, that saw off the 'Truth' Police! I remember that school when it was known as Glaisdale Secondary Modern. During one summer break I played tennis on the courts with the caretaker's son. Most of the schools around Bilborough were virtually new in those days. What changed so much that they had to be destroyed or radically refitted? According to what I seen on Google Earth images, Bilborough Grammar School has been demolished and close by is now a college accommodated in what might one day be a warehouse or computer retail outlet. Those late '50's building were not the best examples of arch

Is this the club that used to wear black and white? They had a rotting wooden stand that burnt down.

I was told that one of the culprits now has a rather nice set of businesses. I think he served his time but apparently some or all of the loot wasn't recovered.

I heard that the original Pigalle didn't.

Wait for the small print the news media forgot to mention. For starters, welfare benefits will be scrapped. It's about simplifying the process and getting rid of Civil Service jobs, not taking care of pensioners. Politicians would like us all to die.

The floods are going downstream. The storms pass us by but we are now having a hot autumn. Actually, there's not really an autumn here. Can you imagine needing ice in your beer, even after it's been a while in the freezer? It's tough here, sitting on the verandah reading about the State pension scam that the government has announced.

Was there a casino in the lower part of Drury Hill in the'60's?

You guys have got me cracking up.

OK, back on topic. Don't believe all you read about earthquakes. Some people have a cracking good time.

Saw point! He drilled some good stuff into us, though.

What a pity this thread went to sleep. Many songs from the '60's and '70's set me off dreaming. They aren't all good ones and certainly many are not to my present taste but they bring back old events as clearly as if I was watching a movie for a few seconds. One is 'I'm Telling You Now'. What a joke that band was but it reminds me of a day I spent with some friends in Matlock Bath. I don't remember how we got there but I do recall that we intended to walk up to Abraham's Heights. After a few minutes the girls were whinging and the pubs were open so we walked back down. I was into a few pints

I think it was the woodwork teacher. I suppose he was off topic. Goes against the grain to think about it. He was a plane talker though.

I remember it. We were in the woodwork class at the time and assumed it was a heavy lorry rattling the building as it passed. I was later told that it was an Italian earthquake. I don't remember them compensating us. Bloody foreigners.

Which of you guys who knew the Pigalle, the Drury Hill one, remembers Frankie 'Chopins'?

When I started hiking in the Peaks with the school club, we could go as far as Edale on steam trains. The most memorable event, apart from the high jinks on the train home, was on Bakewell station platform one dark winter's evening. We had waited a while for the train and were in conversation about the quality of the bogs around the back. There was a bend in the track from the north with a bank to the right. We saw the red glow of the fire reflecting off the trees before we saw the engine which then came rattling and wobbling around the bend. One of those moments that stays somewhere in your m

I just found this: http://www.thisisannouncements.co.uk/5660289

Kathy was a sight for a young boy's sore eyes. Watching her on the box taught be a lot about male chemistry! She was streets ahead of Sabrina but perhaps I was too young to appreciate her. Now, Jayne Mansfield was another to hold a lad's attention. Edit: Believe me, I don't trawl gay websites but a Google search brought up this little gem. It has a bit of biography but take a look at the clip form the Eurovision Song Contest 1965. http://www.astabgay.com/Gay_Icons/kathy.htm

Thanks for the link, Cliff Ton. Jessamine Cottages was the name. That must be them in the pic. but my recollection of them in the '50's was that they were overgrown and probably abandoned. Even in those days people were unhappy that they were demolished. Imagine the possible uses fro them nowadays, given the proximity to the Castle. Too much of Nottingham was lost as aesthetics and history were brushed aside for utility and the hideous architecture of the day.

I remember an open cast site in the '50' between Strelley village and where the M1 is now.