TGC

Oh you'e prompted me memory there Mick - Piggy caught me doing just that with me pencil once - oh... I can feel the pain from that caning again now...oh.... Ohh...

I think in order from the easiest to the most painful 'disciplinaries' I regularly received at Trent Bridge Secondary Modern Boys were: 6) (Pop) Williams (Music - RI): Every lesson I got his pathetic little strap. After the others had left the classroom? 5) (Joe) Currah or as it Curran? (RI): The lecture that went with the punishment was worse than the cane itself. But he was fair, you knew you'd done wrong if he handed out the cane. 5) Piggy Roberts (Woodwork): The git! 4) Bill Baines (Headmaster): Average painwise methinks. Mostly for fighting. 3) Mr Webb (Tech drawing):

I understand exactly Mr C - rare were the lessons with Piggy that I was not caned, belted on the knuckles with a lump of wood, or had me ear-hole rapped! It didn't help I suppose - me being crap at woodwork either - Huh! TTFN

Thanks fch782c, darkanza, jackson, and piggy and babs - nice to be missed... I think? I used to walk down Bunbury Street on the way to school sometimes. I hope Edward did alright. A touching story here abut two girls with CP that had me in tears. http://www.itv.com/news/london/2014-01-16/young-girl-with-cerebral-palsy-reaches-donation-target/

So there I wus, in the queue outside the telephone box by the Co-op on Kirkewhite Street - toying with me Dad's pennies and waiting patiently. Of course, I dropped the coins, and a couple went down the drain. Tsk! Some mates were passing, and one of em fetched a giant monkey wrench and crow bar, and between us we got the grating up - and I delved into the cold dank water in a futile search fer me Dad's money. Needless to say, Dad showed his displeasure in his usual manner. (I hated that leather belt!) A week later I was diagnosed as having Weil's Disease (Leptospirosis). I didn't com

Thanks MB. I can't complain Sir. Plenty worse off than me... or should that be I? I've got several bones left that I haven't broken yet. Oh course me ticker has been broke in more ways than one, Mother ran away, I was born with a minuscule appendage, I scare even myself when I look in the mirror, I'm only 5'2" an a bit tall, no education, scared of women, me eyesight if fading, me hearing getting worse, Arthur Itis visiting more often than ever, duodenal ulcer playing up, Angina a pest, me cat's disappeared, the roof needs mending and I can't afford it, when I've taken me morning medicatio

Cheers mate. The first thing the surgeon said when he inspected me scan report was: "Well what have we got here then?" Not very encouraging him not knowing - but I saw the funny side, and told him so afterwards when they were removing the tubing, and he laughed out loud! Made my day that did, and every time he passed by after that, he gave me smile or wink. They also took me hearing aids off me to give em a good clean an' lost them for a while. I told 'em: "No problem there, they get lost almost on a daily basis when I'm at 'ome!" TTFN all. Another round of laughs and smiles! I was

No, no, no... well?...

Not that Ar Mam was about much - but I do recall her telling me - on many an occasion: "Goo an do a bit o' nubbin' fer mi!" I remember some of Dad's usage of words though. "Oi, ger thissen in here young un!" - Trouble fer me that one!

Talkin' of pets - I feel I must tell you about Pippa. me fat black cat wot I had. Before I went in to 'City' fer me heart op - she would (At precisely 0445hrs) jump up and claw at me chest to wake me in an effort to get fed - a successful effort mind! When I got back to the hovel - I was a bit nervous of her doing this - but do you know, she never clawed at me chest again - she opted for head butting me awake instead! Amazing animal. She disappeared months ago, never to be seen again - only in my dreams and happy memories. TTFN

I was thinking the other day on hobble around, what's happened to all the 'White' doggy poo deposits? Then saw two of em between the Chase and Vic centre.

They did today gal thanks, again - bless their cotton socks!

I remember buyin' some liquorice root sticks, and a horse in 'Georges field' (Ironmongers pond) eating the lot of em from me fishing box when I went into the trees for a wee-wee. Just thought I'd mention it.

Back in the hovel again, and getting ready to go back to the QMC fer mi NRI level blood tests. I'm please the old laptop has let me get on the web after such a long absence and the recharging her and me. (Hehe!) I've missed being on here with you all, and must now catch-up with the fings I've missed. I soon got back into mi usual swing of things his mornin' - painfully passing wind and quickly hobbling to the loo, leaving the tap running all night and still not being able to locate me hearing aids yet to mention just three. (Tsk!) Havin' to sort out me medications after having the nurs

'Useless Eustace' - thanks Merthyr Imp, I'd forgot about that one completely!

Dad used the term 'You Cheeky Arab' often. Don't now the origins though. TTFN

Can't remember his name, but he was very quick. (Was it Mr Barker perhaps?) Kirkwhite Street opposite the side of the Grove Cinema.

Best of luck with it Sir.

Mint Club bars - and - two, I say TWO cuppa teas! By gum how times have changed. (Hehe) They never not deferred me - when I'd been to, Basford, Beeston, Rempston and even West Bridgford. They told me I could have gotten a gold badge - but had to apply for it - Nobody tells me anything until it's too late. It was same with sex, money and work yer know... Tsk! Take care and keep it up - but remember to apply for yer badges. Take care, TGC

I remember being sent to Tricketts Colwick with bags of rage (sometimes some metal). I recall them weighing the stuff, and handing over up to 2/6d a bag. They always found the half brick a certain person had put in the bag though.

Having given 55 pints, they stopped me going when I reached 60, and got me new ticker. So I won't be joining you - but thanks for going mate. How come in all those years I never got 'choccie' biscuit? Common blood I suppose... Tsk! TTFN

It's not well known, but my old mate Bartholomew Utterswaithe is a time traveller. Here is an advertisement he brought back from 2064. Tesco Offers this week: Sliced Green bread - only £3 a slice. Outer Peruvian Carthorse shank - reduced to £490 a kilo. Lithuanian Amphetamine - Half Price down to just £200 an ounce. Cameron Lotto tickets - This week down to only £144 each. Whale Milk @ £59 a litre. Hehehe!

And the Management of the Bank look forward to it with glee, greed and a smile!

Like you memories. I spent many an hour at the record stall in Central Market. Pete would save me any Ricky Nelson records, I gave him a list of those I had not got, and any others he came across he'd save for me. Grand chap, he started me listening to Trad Jazz, Acker Bilk and Ken Colyer mainly.

Thanks again folks fer the good wishes folks. MB - Tablets? blue ones... no not them ones, these are Warfarin. Melton - No problem there keepin' me 'and's off em - the Angels of Mercy wouldn't toy with me foibles or emotions, not at my age and appearance. (Tsk!) All done now, awaiting results - a bit like we used to wait for a win on Vernon's pools. Hehehe! Mind you I never got one of those. Thanks again TTFN.