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I had mine through me wrist vein thankfully. I hope it all goes well for you Sir, and a form of normality returns for you. Cheers.

I only had to make two arrests in all me years on the job, and they were so I could use reasonable force to protest others property/persons. One of then, who was only 19 and drunk at the time, managed to come at me and 'Ross' the dog had him. Boy the hassle I had after that - yet it was all on CCTV, including his hitting me on the head with a fire extinguisher! I saw that lad years later, working in a Building Society - so I'm glad he pulled himself together. TTFN

I so agree with you that the sax-man is great. I'm no musician, but the way he plays along with the background tunes make it sound wonderful. In the nineties I rarely got into town, work commitments assured that. Now I'm a man of leisure, I (weather Arthur Itis, and Ann Gyner permitting of course) try to have a walk into town 3 times a week - and notice things more now I have the time. I have noticed that scowls an threatening stares are on the increase nowadays - and that's just from the staff at Lidl and Aldi! (Hehehe) Take care, cheers.

when I poddled inot Morris Ward for me pre ticker op angiogram, I could sense the pressure the staff were under. Next day they woke me at 0530hrs to tell me the bed was needed for an emergency, so they were letting me go home (to an empty house). I had to ring me Brother-in-law, waking im up at that time was not appreciated, to come and give me a lift home. He arrived bleary eyed - and as we were leaving they gave me a leaflet on what would happen during the procedure I'd just had! After the ticker op later, they said I would be in for 5 days. On the third day, the nurses came again and

Yes... that's it Mr Gamble! Thanks again. I remember losing control whilst pushing the loaded shop bike up the hill at the side of the shop, and it slid on the ice down and under a number 40 trolleybus. Oh dear did I cop-it! I moved to Tesco (Hockley) and then to the NCS (24 years), until I ventured into me own business that failed rapidly leaving me with debts I have only just paid off, then to Carter's Pop at Kegworth for a few years, until redundancy forced me into the only job I could with agencies, then got a job as security guard at Scan, who changed to Securex, then onto Sawley Secu

Shucks! Your all too kind, thank heaven. TTFN

I'm still lookin' fer a sweetheart to buy a pressie for. Tsk! Sad innit? 67 an all alone, in bad 'ealth, short, podgy, no social skills, uneducated, bald, bad 'earin', rather ugly, and even the cats ran away. Good job I've got me sense of tumour... I mean humour. Hehehe! TTFN all,

I wish you, and hope for you a rapid improvement Sir. They can do wonders nowadays, I know. Take care, be a patient patient, and take on board all the specialists tell you. Looking forward to hearing better news, cheers.

I bet the skate-boarders are in heaven with this!

Ah.. yes Mr Lynsey, that was it, thanks. Remember, opening the wooden cases of dried fruits and weighing and wrapping em. As with the lard, tub butter, flour, rice etc? Out on the delivery bike at weekends, taking orders to customers too. The manager on St Anns Well Road was Mr Gaunt I think, another smoker. Thanks for the info.

It was Sir. They distributed to Marsdens, Farrands, George Briscoe, John Favours and Vernons Price Downs from there. I used to work for them around 1963. ST Anns Well Road, Radford Rd, and Bulwell Market to name a few. Loved the job. The staff used to claim that the one on Radford Road had a ghost of a butcher - but I didn't come across him. I do remember the shod inspector (but not his name). A short Scottish chap who always had his pipe burning away, even in the back of the shops. Reminded me of 'Happy days'.

Looking forward to hearing about your memories and tales Sir. Welcome, and all the best.

It's s concept that guarantees pain and struggling fer me Stephen. Tsk! Still, at least I'm here to tackle it. Furosemide tablets work wonders yer know, When you've just got to go, Be prepared, take a paper or the Beano, And be ready to shout out: Oh, oh... oh! TTFN

blimey, when I read this - I heared me Dad's voice agen!

If you potter around or potter about, you do pleasant but unimportant things, without hurrying. My name ought to have been Potter methinks. Hehe.

I kip on the floor yer know Mick - nice and firm so the back don't play up. Just had me porridge and medications, now I have the envious task of laying back in me sleepin' bag laptop on arthritic knees, we a nice strong cuppa - deciding whether to get up and go to B&M to try and get some more cheapo porridge pots, should I rub some more pain gel in me shoulders, and considering the slight possibility of actually getting up and facing the mammoth task of getting dressed an washed and shaved (at least I don't have to boil a few kettles for this job nowadays hehe) Decisions decisions, per

Okay, I'm off to bed.

I gorrup abaght 0700hrs today. 'Ad me porridge un cuppa strong tea, took me medications, even had a a wash un shave, and changed me socks. Planned the day ahead. Launderette first - must remember to take me rubber ball thingies for the drier, change fer the machines... ding well 'ere I thought. Hobbled with me two bags of togs to the launderette, hearin' aid in me tab holes, glasses on me 'ead - so far so good methought... Got int' launderette and greeted the gal there - then nipped home again fer me missing ball and washin' powder. Tsk! Got back finished me washin', and John gave me

I is!

I thought the GP said "It's about time I sorted out your medication!" Though thinkin' about it, she might have said 'cremation'. Me earin' aids need decoking agen. Tsk! Hehehe... Kettle on agen!

Mr Charlesworth, the very thought that such an Eisoptrophobia suffering person as wot I am meself, would lambaste, insinuate or challenge the views, comments, observations, or elucidations of such a perfectly formed personage as your dashingly pulchritudinous, athletically supreme, and praiseworthy personage as yourself, is mind-boggling! I'll put the kettle on now and take another tablet... Hehehe!

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Nice of you to worry about others Babs. Take care.

When I was working in security, we handled the Alarm Responses for the old Rosehill Special School on St Matthias Road. A couple of times, it was a past student, who just wanted to be there again as he missed it so much. A strapping lad, who knew no pain, poor kid. We and the police could not move him, and we had to fetch the distraught elderly parents to site each time. Eventually they moved away from Nottingham, so that if the boy sneaked out of his house again, he would not know how to get to Nottingham and the school. So sad for Glen and his parents.

I thought at the time, Marciniak (Marmaniac) hated me with a vengeance and took pleasure in nippin' the back of me hair. But I soon realised he hated all the lads!