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  1. Jill M.D. do you recall Nurse Heaton, the midwife who lived on Bobbers Mill Road? She would have lived close to the friends you visited on Christmas Day, not far from the phone box and post box. Yes I do remember her. Or at least the name.
  2. Jill I just cannot recall those decorations at Berridge, but that just must be my memory. In fact I cannot recall Christmas at all there! I do recall Christmas at Bobbers Mill Road, and it breaks my heart to think of it now. How my hard working parents provided me with so much on so little. I know how much joy they got out of seeing me on Christmas morning. When my Dad was dying he said that. My childhood Christmases were full of delight, joy and love. My parents hardly drank at all, but when I was old enough, about 10, they gave me a glass of babycham at the dinner. Never Turkey, but chicken. I didnt eat the meat as I didnt like it, which upset my Dad, but I have never liked meat and have been vegetarian for decades. The process on Christmas Day was to wake up and open the presents. My father liked to treat my mother, and I recall her delight on many many Christmases. It is why I treat my wife well now. After that it was to go and visit my grandmother on Birkin Avenue, where the family would gather, then back to home, but with my father having a pint in the Clock. In the evening, we would visit a friends house, on Bobbers Mill Road, just the other side of Darley Road, where the phone box used to be, and we would watch Morecambe and Wise because they had a better telly, and play Newmarket until we were tired. One year I won the newmarket and bought a quite expensive Airfix model from Skills (The one on Alfreton Road) the next day they opened. I recall walking there with my dad and paying for it in pennies. The owner was delighted and did not charge full price, just what I had. I have a little tradition, and that is to have a present from my parents with me on Christmas Day no matter where I am. I took my Action Man to Moscow with me one year, although I was 53! I also recall night shift in the police in Worksop on a cold wet Christmas Day. ( An incredibly boring shift) I was given a transistor radio as a gift some years earlier and I took it with me that day. That was in the days when there was no radio overnight. I remember the first song to be played when the radio station opened up, 5am I think, was Some Day I will Fly away, Randy Crawford. I recall it clearly, in an alley next to Woodcock travel agency, in the rain, and wondering when I would fly away.
  3. It is usually on a Friday. The one on Sherwood Rise does food on that day, and the expected contribution is 2 quid. If you have no money it is free, but pay respect and put something into the funds. It will be appreciated. The atmosphere is very welcoming. The most polite word you can use is namaste. Its an all purpose greeting word. Dont feel silly about using it, even if you are not sure about its pronunciation, you will gain lots of respect for it.
  4. Margie I had three Weimaraners when I settled down up here in the wild north. Each one of them totally beautiful dogs and different personalities but each one very loving. Beautiful silver grey dogs. the middle one died young of cancer, but Winston and Harvey lived to a good age and had happy lives. What makes things poignant is that at my divorce my wife took my dog (the ultimate insult) and my beloved Dad saw my mental health going down, so he offered to pay for a new weimaraner. That was Harvey. Winston was always my dog, but Harvey adored my father and he loved him. Even well into his 70s my dad would walk Harvey for many miles, Selston to Newstead would not be unusual. That meant that Harvey was in dog paradise when I was off to Russia. Unfortunately my wife has a mild allergy to dogs, and I do not have my Dad anymore, so I cannot realistically give a dog the life it deserves.
  5. You do not need to cover your head at all, but certainly to remove shoes. In the temple I go to, I just pray and ring the bell. They know I am Christian and they accept it with glee. It does not matter what you offer, it just matters that you do. It is a hugely friendly environment and you make friends quickly. Sometimes I just clear the tables and wash pots. it is a joy. Do not be frightened to go into the temple, it will be welcoming. I am glad I did.
  6. There is one in Middlesbrough, which I frequented when I was working at the local hospital. I am vegetarian so this is wonderful food for me. The langar is usually on a Friday, and is gorgeous. I have a particular affection for an ice cold salted yogurt drink called lassi. Sounds horrible but tastes divine and is astonishingly healthy. One old chap would see me and prepare this most magnificent glass of lassi and I have never tasted finer. Sometimes he would see me come in and add to the lassi other things, like mango and pineapple. mango is OK, pineapple less so, but his pomegranate lassi is the most wonderful drink I have ever tasted. I have never been able to recreate it just the same. I dont like the greasy triangular samosas, but this chap made punjabi samosas which have a dry crust, and are a little more spicy. You Nottinghamians will know what I am saying when I talk about a jubbly! Well this samosa is the same size and shape as that, but crispy and spicy. I got his recipe and was astounded how simple it was. namaste!
  7. My childhood dog was Cindy, a small, black mongrel with a distinctive white cross on her chest. She was my pet from what must have been 3 or 4 years old and I remember distinctly the moment my Dad brought her home. I played with her on the carpet, and I adored her. She was a very affectionate dog and knew when I was upset and nuzzled her nose under my arm when I was not happy and we cuddled for hours. Out of the back of Bobbers Mill Road there was an old allotments and quarry area, which no one went to, and it was quite extensive, and I took Cindy there every day when I could. She slept in my bed often, although she had her basket downstairs. I could hear he padding up the stairs on a cold night and I let her sleep at the foot of my bed. She had a long and happy life, cared for very well. I recall a phone call in Worksop Police Station. I was interviewing a petty criminal, when i got the call, that my Dad had said that Cindy had come to the end of her days. I said to him, if she is suffering, then dont let her suffer more. I got another call two hours later. I have never got over it. I do recall going on fooot patrol shortly after and weeping copiously in the corners and quiet places only policemen know. She would have been about 18 years old then, not a bad innings for a dog.
  8. I recall Dr Stebbings well, at the Mary Potter centre well into the 80s. I Do remember him laughing when he was taking stitches out of my private parts after being bitten by a dog.
  9. Have a good day my old Berridge friend
  10. I work in a 5 star hotel, and often get the unused meals from the michelin starred restaurant. Rather good I would say. Oh, and if any of you want mates rates for Rockcliffe Hotel, just PM me and I will send you the discount code. Think of 100 quid per night for 5 star hotel, spa and breakfast.
  11. The Malt Cross had a musicians gallery on the first floor. Still has.
  12. The Plough in Radford is still one of my favourites. I will be in tomorrow! The beers are fantastic, as the brewery is in the car park. Try the EPA. Further afield is Dixies at Bagthrorpe, a real proper pub. I adore it
  13. Going back to earlier posts about markets - i live in Co Durham and therefore close to many little market towns who have it sorted. They often have food markets, which means that people selling cheap tracky suits are not present. The stalls are cheap to rent (but the waiting list is long) but the food is artisan, often local and of the highest quality. The one I frequent is Helmsley, and it is packed on market day. My favourite is the wild mushroom stall and the cheese stall. My wife adores the bread oven where they bake the bread in the market area. Warm bread? What is there not to like? Some are not full time marketeers, but amateurs who are enthusiastic about what they do and make a few bob from it. What would it take for Nottingham city to open up a small market place and do this sort of stuff? It is not necessarily the Market Square, just a football pitch sized area which is easily accessible. I can think of half a dozen sites. Shut off the road up from the Trip to the Robin Hood statue once a month and the council will make far more in rent than in parking. Make it cheap, select your food producers well, and it will become another great attraction for Nottingham. It need not be weekly or daily, once a month is sufficient. People will fight to get there. The council gets money from a poorly used area, the city benefits and people love good food. Win win win win.
  14. Your first photo is the most informative, it shows from above what the Wheatsheaf looks like now and in the right orientation, ie straight up Aspley Lane. The house you marked in the second photo is on the other side of the railway line. You can just see the foot bridge in the bottom right, where the level crossing is. (Chap on a bicycle marks the spot) The house you marked is not the Wheatsheaf and I recall it from my childhood.
  15. I seem to remember that the new build of the Wheatsheaf (I mean in the 1930s of after!) did incorporate that part of the pub. That was the original front of the pub, and that entrance was bricked up and became the gents toilet. The new build is the facade we see now as McDonalds and the entrance and front beer garden was at right angles, which we both know with great affection. I think it has always been a pub.
  16. I can remember the swings but not the outside loos!
  17. One pub I really do miss is the Wheatsheaf at the bottom of bobbers Mill bridge. It was my local for yonks and I adored it. It had, at one time, a reggae night on a Saturday, which I love. I recall fondly, playing on the walls when my parents wend down there on a summer evening. I used to work at the Co Op warehouse over the road at Ascot Road and recall working Christmas eve and the works party was there. Admin girls who admired me from afar were not afar for long!
  18. I loved and still do love Sgt Pepper. The concept of having a structured album where one song complimented the next, and had a cohesive structure was an incredible advance. ELO did something similar but a bit cheesy. Sgt Pepper remains the album that all others are measured by.
  19. Dusty Springfield is still cool. Hence the inclusion in Quentin Tarantino movies
  20. Oh and the mrs hates the spider. It is confined to my computer room
  21. Jill... It may have been a red knee spider! Yes really that is the name for them!. They do live for many years ( I have had mine for more than 15 years) but the tarantula I have only ever lives within a small area for its entire life. They do that in their natural environment. It only moves if there is no water or food. Give them both, and they are happy. She has been in a warm glass box for many years and it is warm, moist and lots of food. Desert spider heaven!
  22. I have a pet tarantula I bought 10 or more years ago when I was drunk. Seemed like a good idea at the time. My wife hates the spider but she has been with me longer than the wife and has not caused me any hassle, so I will stay with the spider.
  23. I use Aexa every day, it is wonderful if you use it right. My wife has a marked Russian accent but Alexa can understand that.
  24. Ah yes Jill, that is the new build. The entrance of the old nick is still there, with the old rails on the front on Potter Street. many is the time I have walked on those steps. Been closed for years. The new building connects with the old part (the cells are there) and the car park area is little changed. Offices are cheap to build, secure areas and cells are very expensive, which is why it is like that.
  25. I have considerable knowledge of Notts Police Stations! Jill, was it the old Worksop nick or the new build? The changing rooms and the snooker table and the toilets and showers in the old nick were OK. Worksop nick was relatively spacious (compared to Hyson Green) and had enough facilities to make it comfortable and had a decent canteen. I cannot remember the toilets being honking, but you may have been there shortly after my curry night. It was a close nick. One of the canteen girls had to have a termination due to the baby being dead, and we all got behind her and had a whip round and made sure she was OK. The cleaners were great and the admin staff wonderful. That was back in the days when we dictated statements onto acetate discs and after a while, the discs had so many voices on it that it was incomprehensible. I have always hated smoking and although smoking was permitted in the nick, I cannot recall it being horrible. Newark was lovely, as it was an old house, and Newark was very quiet. Ollerton was quiet as a station but it was centrally placed for a lot of police cars to congregate, especially at refs time. At Worksop we often had the South Yorks lads who we envied as they had the barathea uniforms where we had the heavy serge. Serge in winter is lovely. In the wet, it could weigh as much as your own body weight and in summer was awfully sweaty. I miss central, but it was a rabbit warren and I dont think I saw that much of it. I was mostly across the road at the traffic department. Canal Street was where we convened for the football matches and the pre-match food was superb. My girlfriend at the time was stationed at canal Street so I volunteered for every footy match.