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Gawd, I remember Pop Wiliams at Trent Bridge school. Alway chewing sweet scented mints as I recall? We used the Meadows old boys gym. Remember the boxing matches? I had a 100% record.... boxed four, lost four! Haha!
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I walked (or rather hobbled) though the Meadows the other week - and the original doorway to the washhouse is still there with a plaque on it now. The the entrance to the baths is still there too! Took me back still being able to get me bearings from a few remaining bits. Gawd I miss the old Meadows.
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I never ask for chocolate because it's bad for you teggies and I have a will of steel! I might ask for Kit-Kat, Picnic, Milky Bar, Marathon, All Gold, Golf Bars, Aero Bar, After Eights, Bournville, Caramello Bar, Fudge, Flake, Smarties, Kinder Egg, Lion Bar, Milky Way, Munchies, Penguin Bar, Picnic, Time-Out, Toblerone, Topic Bar, Twirl, Twix or a Yorkie occasionally though... Cough cough...
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Fings ain't wot they used to be... apart frum no one has come forward to adopt me yet? I just can't understand it at all...
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Link to me new blogsite. https://tgc6266.wordpress.com/ Plenty of Nottingham stuff of course. Hope to keep in touch more, glad to be back. Sorry about missing the meet, but I dare not allow myself to be tempted by alcohol. TTFN all.
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Wot we need is more Tug Wilsons! I'll get me hat on...
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Thanks carni. say no more gal, I'll dedicate it Billy Dainty! Hehe.
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I had a dream last night abart me gettin' made redundant all over again... 'orrible it were! Woke up feelin' even more depressed than usual - but oh so glad it wont 'appenin' agen in reality! Poor twit!
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Well I wear long-johns in winter, am bald, and do have an arthritis imposed limp. Is that okay do you think?
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I have now come to terms with them taking away my licence - as I could no longer afford a car anyway, and a good little walk regularly (they tell me) is good fer keeping me new ticker goin'. I often see folk queueing and going around and around at the QMC on me weekly visits fer me NRI tests - and recall how this used to frustrate me so when I had transport - so I do feel sorry for those drivers and passengers. So. if any of you see me hobbling into the QMC (usually on a Tuesday), I carry some nibbles with me fer the nurses, so stop me and get one to eat while yer tryin' to find somewhere to
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I've noticed an extraordinary amount of young folk who I see shaking their leg when sitting down?
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Expert? Me? No! I vehemently deny it! Hehehe. Computers, along with deep water and women, don't half scare me!
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The True Tale of Woe: A story of one Nottingham man's (Using the term loosely) utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter Ten: ‘The part-time Jobs’ Nearby where we lived (did I say lived?) there was a hardware store on Kirkwhite Street, Heason's was the name. Daddy very kindly got me a Saturday job with them, to help supplement my double paper round, and Grove light lighting jobs funds. I think I got paid 2/3d for a full nine hour day (11p). But it didn't last too long. Among my duties, was burning the weeks rubbish in the back yard, and deliverin
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1) ORM - http://www.orm.net/ Object Role Modelling. Beyond me even after trying to read it? 2) ORM - Object-relational mapping in computer software is a programming technique for converting data between incompatible type systems in object-oriented programming languages. This creates, in effect, a "virtual object database" that can be used from within the programming language. There are both free and commercial packages available that perform object-relational mapping, although some programmers opt to create their own ORM tools. Well of course we all knew that.... Not the ORM referred to he
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My handyman skills are non-existent. Whilst trying to mend me motorbike many years ago, I found out many many wrong ways of doing it... Tsk!
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The True Tale of Woe: A story of one Nottingham man's (Using the term loosely) utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter Nine: ‘Billy Smarts Circus the escaped Effalent!’ George’s horse stables, were underneath the railway viaduct that supported Arkwright St Station, was at the end of our terrace of houses. This is no bull, records at the Evening Post will prove this, Georges Stables were also used for storing animals in advance of the Billy Smarts Circus coming to town. Under the arches, was where the big cats were quartered, and the actual stabl
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I reckon whoever wrote 'One Foot in the Grave' must have hacked into me diaries before writing it? Hehehe! Cheers
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The truth is stranger than fiction Michael.
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Bein; the brave, bold confident lad I was... no I didn't go scrumpin' agen! Although I did go exploring the bomb sites and found misssen trapped in an air-raid shelter later - but that story is in another chapter. Tsk! TTFN
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The True Tale of Woe: A story of one Nottingham man's (Using the term loosely) utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter Eight: ‘Locked up in Queens Drive Police Station Cell’ On one of the rare occasions that I was able to sneak out and have some fun (as I thought at the time), I joined a mate, and we walked out to Ruddington, to an orchard I'd spotted while out on one of Dads marathon walks earlier in the month - with the mischievous intention of scrumping some apples for ourselves. I was up a tree, dropping the illicit apples down to Jack... whe
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The American burger van that had a sign resembling the one used in the film, on the side advertising 'Jurrasic Pork'. And the Chinese take-away with the sign 'Wok this Way'. Both tickled me a bit.
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Getting (hobbling) on the bus from Derby to Nottingham, I had to go right to the back of the bus to find a seat. The back seats were higher than the other seating, and I manoeuvred the steps with the usual pain. Irritated, I settled down to see the lad on my right with his feet up on the seat. Then the 'chav' in front of me started talking loudly on his mobile, telling someone: "Oh yes, I have the power, if the staff at the restaurant are going to start leaving early, I', going to get rid of the b___ s. They are not going to __ck me about, they need the job more than I need them s__! On and
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By gum yes - a Robin was me first car - 'cause I could drive it on me Motorbike licence. Loved it to bits - many bits! Hehehe!
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The True Tale of Woe: A story of one Nottingham man's (Using the term loosely) utter failure, depression, frustration, and poverty, starting in August 1947 Chapter Seven: “Just one of Dad's famous 'Nice Walks'” Dad thought it was a treat to take me on a marathon walk occasionally. We'd take no food, just a bottle of tap water. We'd walk for miles and miles, always eventually stopping near an orchard in, Bingham, Plumtree, Ruddington, or Bunny, that sort of village like place. Then him picking an apple or pear, then getting out his penknife and slowly, very slowly cutting off the skin, (whi
