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Me 'elf stops me concentratin' sometimes I'm afraid. And wiv me dwelling searchin' problems... ah well if I ever do get into a suitable independent dwellings and I'm not too old by then, you never know. Your daughter knows me eh? Poor thing. Hehehe, TTFN all the best.
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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 Six: ‘A Penny for the Pain’ and the ‘Great Escape!’ Dad, being Dad, he spent nothing if it could be avoided; he even used to pull my teeth out with his cobbling pliers. Lifting me in the sink to catch the blood, gritting his teeth, taking a mega-firm grip, and yanking out the offending tooth (and often the wrong one), he'd rinse out my mouth, and… and for anyone who knew him might find this hard to believe; he'd give me a 'penny
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I've thought about doin' this mate - but memories from school, about when I wrote a story fer the school magazine, 'Lost' it wer called, and they said I'd copied it, and would not print it, and the sods kept on to it so I couldn't send it to Boys Own later. That shattered me! The Gits! I still wonder what a git is by the way - hope it's not a swear word?
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Commo, I don't feel hard done by actually, as a matter of fact, I reckon I've dun alreet you know. I wus lucky, very lucky, in not being given any ambition, class or pride, and although a low low IQ, I've got a very high EQ. So many around me were and are in a worse condition/state. Havin' said that, I am a little, little being the word, disappointed in me physical gifts wot I was born with. Hehehe! TTFN all.
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True Tales of Woe, of Gerry, a Nottingham lad. Chapter Five: Home Pleasures Dad insisted that I came home from school, cleaned out the fire grate, chopped some wood, and laid the fire in readiness for his arrival home from work each night, after I’d done me paper round at Tarry’s of course. He considered it a waste of money if I lit the fire before he got in. Also I was to ready a meal for him – but getting the money out of him was harder than climbing Mount Everest with two broken legs, being blind, and using a camel as a guide-dog! Yes, I spent many an hour at the doorstep awaiting his a
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I dun mine this year, through Age Concern. They were very reasonable too.
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Nice to know they were respected Sir.
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Crumbs no gal! Hehe! TTFN
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In decent weather I take a walk (a painful but needed hobble-wobble) into the City, only a mile. Then catch the bus back. Today I'll limp into the Homelink place in the Library for about 1200hrs, and check what Independent housing is available for me to bid for. Not that I've any luck with any of me past bids at all, but yer never know. Crossed fingers again. (Not easy with Arthur Itis wi me. Hehe) TTFN
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Is that what he wanted Mick?
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I know I'd be in a reet-pickle without me Concessionary Free Bus Pass. Right up the creek! Don't let Osborne know though...
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By jimminee cricket yer won't - me last fear is some idiot will bury me at sea when I croak out - Brrr... Shudder!
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True Tales of Woe, of Gerry, a Nottingham lad. Chapter Four - The Catastrophic Canal Calamity There I was, a toddler in the company of three other local lads, we were just crossing the canal bridge on Wilford Street, and one or two of the lads stopped to watch a boat going through the lock. A gang of youths approached, and without delay they picked us up and threw us into the canal! (Bless em!) Now you must be aware, to fully comprehend this story that I was, and always have been scared to death of two things - the dentist, and deep water. I somehow came up from the depths of the canal, a
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Huh! I was in the 'B' stream throughout. Huh!
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It certainly did. (Oh the memories...)
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Do you know, I still shudder a bit when I think of piggy Roberts - and Webby from Tech Drawing! Urgh...
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Benjamin 1945 reminded me in his latest post about left-handed folk. Dad used to call me 'Cacky-handed'. Amongst other things...
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Now I realise why Piggy Roberts at school (Woodwork teacher and sadist) used to wrap me knuckles and cane me so much! Dad used to say I was 'Cacky-handed'. But I can't blame being left-handed for all me failures... I'm afraid. Hehe!
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Your lucky - I had a devil of of a job gettin' em into the house. Hehehe!
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True Tales of Woe, of a Nottingham lad Chapter Three - The Dangers in the Back Yard Written as he remembers it, in his own words... Our row of soot covered old terrace houses, backed up lopsided against the railway viaduct that carried the main London railway-line and others, with Arkwright Street Station above our house, with a narrow back yard, outside toilets and coal houses built up against the actual grotty soot covered brick wall of the railway viaduct, on which hung the tin bath and Dads cobbling equipment near his self made wooden work bench. You can imagine the soot, oil, and
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Amongst the wonderful jobs I was tasked with, was clearing the fire grate out, and setting the fire ready, also I was in charge of the tin bath that hung on the viaduct wall in the back yard. I always had to clean it before and after we used it (mind you that was only once a week). So I thought it would be a good idea, to build summat that I could hang over it to keep the trains embers and soot off on it. (Another brainwave I thought was a good idea - Tsk!). I scrounged some wood, and set to trying build a cover - but unfortunately, I lost me patience wi' me constant failure to erect it ri
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Tonight, I had Marmite (Well... Yeast Extract frum pound shop) sandwiches, a strong cuppa Yorkshire tea we a splash o' milk, followed by a pot of treacle flavoured porridge (*B&M 39p). Lip smacking good it were... oh and me evening medications of course. By gum I live well yer know! TTFN
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It was purchased by an Israeli consortium in auction in 2006 for £2.865 million. Details and some photo's here: http://www.skyscrapernews.com/buildings.php?id=1838 TTFN
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Cheers midduck. Will do.
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A small selection of Nottingham buses here. https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=6492820162986356742#editor/target=post;postID=3678810868706702133;onPublishedMenu=posts;onClosedMenu=posts;postNum=5;src=postname
