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iandawson The coppers who caught the Yorkshire Ripper were from Sheffield. Possibly you mean PC White and McKenzie who caught the Black Panther?

I recall very well Molly Mills corner shop on Bobbers Mill Road. Now demolished. Convenience stores are now coming back into fashion. Full circle of things I think.

Sillitoe would be my first choice. It need not be ostentatious. In a street close to Leicester Square in London there is a statue of Charlie Chaplin outside of a stage door. Its not in the square itself, but off a side street. It is more impressive because you dont expect it to be there at all. Its subtle. Possibly a statue of Sillitoe at a bus stop, leaning up against a pub wall, or somewhere banal and ordinary, not in a place of prominence. Benjamin I am with you on the road of statues. In a flight of fantasy I would like a new Arkwright Street rebuilt with shops and a new (well, old) ro

At the risk of thread drift, the honours system is as bent as dog's hind leg. Lord McKenzie of Framwellgate, not entirely the straightest of coppers, actually runs a totally legal company whose advertising says that for a fee they can significantly increase the likelihood of a royal honour. Tony Robinson is a good comic actor and has done much for charity and culture, Time Team included, but a knighthood? Probably a bit much. Time Team ended up as a bit of a joke. Digging up some real archeology and then weaving a web of fantasy about what those bits really meant. I find that Richard Hol

The Leicester regiment (5th Battalion mainly) were in Dublin Easter 1916. A significant proportion of the battalion was recruited in Nottingham. Maybe almost a quarter of that battalion although it is not certain how many Nottingham lads were sent to Leicester for enlistment.

Whilst being a Nottingham lad from Hyson Green my parents live in Selston, hence I speak to many from that area. I still tell my parents that I am going down tahn, although its much like town now as I dont have much of a Notts accent now. None of them say they are going down tahn, always down Notts. I have heard on the tram at Hucknall people going down tahn. Possibly people formerly from the city are going to Hucknall to live.

DJ360 The central notts traffic department was over the road from the Central nick. It opened onto Shakespeare Street by a very narrow opening.

Iandawson Mk 2 Granadas in my time. The grid was notorious. Many a numberplate was lost on that grid. The south patrols (there were many areas to patrol, it was not quite as simple as north and south) set off after 6 on earlies from Ollerton and we had refreshments at Nottingham at either 9 or 9:30 precisely when you were on early shift. I often got Notts North as my patrol. The south patrols were the best as you could get into Nottingham. North patrol didnt. Mainly I did the A1, Worksop to Retford, down as far as Mansfield and that was it.

I went into the front entrance in about 1980* for my physical and other assessment. The room was immediately off to the right of the main entrance. The desk was straight in front. I was weighed, and then my height was taken. The minimum height then was 5 foot 8 inches. I barely made it. This was distinctly odd as the army measured me at 5 foot 10! I was assigned to Bassetlaw Worksop division. There still remained some differences, or even oddities between the outlying Notts force and the city force. Obviously the City police thought they were superior to the country lads. In fact they prob

Very sad. Father Jack was indeed iconic. I doubt if the Kelly family want Frank to be remembered as a comic actor who played a vile drink sodden priest, but Father Jack was funny. Cultural osmosis I call it. Now, whenever something goes wrong, I have been known to bellow "Arrse" very loudly, followed by the Mrs saying "Yes Father Jack."

Welcome to Angelus and Caroline. This site is a mine of information about Nottingham, and feel free to ask any question, no matter how obscure because there will be someone who will know. Dont be put off by any grumpiness from any member, including me, as it sort of goes with the site.

Ayup minya Utka. Russian for ayup me duck. Oddly enough I persist in calling people duck in Russian. Not in Nottingham I must say. A persistence in the local vernacular.

Benjamin This is the very modern house to the right of the suspension bridge. However, if I missed the ten to four bus from Trent Bridge, I would look longingly at the houses along the Meadows side of the river and dream if I could live there one day.

Newbasfordlad Colin Powell is actually West Indian and they do pronounce Colin as coal-in. My parents called me Paul as its a name that is difficult to make a mess of and cannot really be shortened. My mrs is Russian so has a multitude of names. He name is Marina, but affectionately it is Marisha or Marish. Her name with patronymic ( a sort of middle name, but is the name of her father) is Marina Grigorievna. The usage depends on the severity of the meaning. It takes a little getting used to. It works like this - imagine a clothes shop where she is looking at lovely elegant dresses tha

At my local today, they had fried too many onion rings and gave them to the regulars rather than waste them. I recall many pubs on a weekend lunchtime having bread and beef dripping in piles on the bar.

Nottingham is a delightful city and after the 2008 financial crash, it seems to be doing better. Hockley is alive with new bars. Hockley is the new Lace Market (as the Lace market was the new Hockley) Unrealistically it would be Beeston Fields Drive (I used to go out with a girl who lived there) but Wilford is nice, so is Ruddington. Last time I was in Nottingham I had a walk across the suspension bridge near the Viccy gardens and there were some lovely houses especially one, which had a beautiful patio which overlooked the river. I think it was formerly owned by an England Test cricketer,

Hyson Green has changed, but even in the 60s and 70s Hyson Green was a very dynamic community. Lots of immigrant people who added to the general community. As a child and then a young man I appreciated the new communities and for the most part they were extremely friendly. It forms part of me as a adult that I dont generally discriminate between cultures. I recognise the differences but for the most part it is nothing I find objectionable.

I am fully with ilam for the Plough. Its the only pub in Nottingham (but not Nottinghamshire) where I am treated like a local. I visit about once a month. The beer is pretty good too, to the point of being exceptional. Seeing as the limit is for Nottingham only I wont mention the Dixies Arms at Lower Bagthorpe, which is the quintessential local country pub. In the past - Possibly the Wheatsheaf at the bottom of Bobbers Mill Bridge. Way back even in the ancient history of the 2004 era, it had a cracking Saturday night reggae event with Rassman. I loved those nights. Going back even further

My background is from Hyson Green. My parents moved from Hyson Green about 28 years ago to Selston, where they still live. To be honest I dont like Selston. Never have. Still don't. My parents moved there when I joined the army so it was up to them. I was going to be away for long periods of time but I personally would have preferred it if they had stayed in Nottingham itself rather than way out.

I tended to find Wogan a little smarmy on TV, and not a patch on Parkinson for TV interviews, however, on radio he was a master. He did not need a studio of sycophants laughing at every one of his jokes, it was far milder, and far more effective than that.

Hi Gary I lived in the Green for almost 20 years. Mostly on Bobbers Mill Road. (1963 - Before that, it was Thurman Street) I went to Berridge (about 1966 to 70) Family lived and worked locally (Smith Dennis for instance)

I was in Brighton a couple of weeks ago and I found to my astonishment that Barry Noble owned Brighton Pier! I was most impressed.

Oddly enough I cannot remember Geoff Baker at all. I must have met him at some point. Anyway, End of Watch Officer.

Born in the Firs, courtesy of Dr Cochrane. I met him many many years later and slapped his backside. I never forget. * My mother was born near Canning Circus, my father in Hyson Green, as was my grandmother. My paternal grandfather was originally from Burton on Trent. Maternal grandmother was from Wales. Eventually most of my family conglomerated to live in Hyson Green. *He laughed like a drain when I did it. A lovely man. I hold to the theory that every Nottstalgian has been in the same place at the same time as any other Nottstalgian. We may not have known each other, as schoolfriends

Amanitas are easy to spot as they have a bag for a root. I never cut a mushroom unless I can see it is something very easily identifiable. (chantrelle for instance) If in doubt I use a knife to get to the root.