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Indeed, Most secret war was a phenomenal book and TV series, but it was not legal at the time of that book to release anything about Enigma coding, although Prof Jones would have known a great deal about it. Now we know due to immense amounts of films/documentaries and books.
There was always a risk that the Germans would work out that the Enigma system was compromised and some sacrifices were made. Coventry being one of them. The Coventry raid was in clearish weather so easy to locate.
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Its worth bearing in mind that the Luftwaffe did not always rely on visual targetting. They used beams of radio impulses to accurately target places. knickebein was one of them. X-gerat was another, and due to the way they worked, the midlands were geographically perfect for good ranging. It is one reason why Coventry got such a pasting.
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Hi Mark
Not specifically your part of GNCS but I worked at Ascot Road for some years and so did my father. 1977 to 1984 at least on a part time basis when I was not studying.
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Gran Shan..... now that is something I have not heard in many years. I can hardly recall the products even. Maybe some genius nottsalsigan can provide?
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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.
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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.
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On 12/4/2019 at 12:08 PM, denshaw said:
I was talking to a Sikh a few days ago, he told me that the Temple on Nottingham road Sherwood rise give away free meals. Don't know if this is daily or not.
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.
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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.
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On 11/28/2019 at 12:49 AM, DJ360 said:
That sounds a lot like what happens in Sikh Gurdwaras
https://www.bbc.co.uk/religion/religions/sikhism/ritesrituals/gurdwara_1.shtml
Anyone, Sikh or not.. can attend the 'Langar'
I've never done this.. but I believe that if you cover your head, remove your shoes and make a small gift of money, flowers or anything.. even just words of thanks.. you will be fed.
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.
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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!
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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.
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On 12/1/2019 at 1:30 AM, IAN FINN said:
Did anyone ever go to the surgery of Dr.Laval and Dr Stebbings? They were located on the Nottm side of Bentinck rd. and Alfreton rd.i went there with my mum when i caught those kids diseases like measles,mumps,whooping cough and dlptheria this would be between 1950-1958,i remember in the waiting there were many people it was silent with a large clock on the mantle piece ticking very loudly.The doctors made house calls in those days which was better than having to wait in that scary surgery.
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.
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Have a good day my old Berridge friend
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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.
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The Malt Cross had a musicians gallery on the first floor. Still has.
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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
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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.
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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.
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On 11/5/2019 at 7:11 PM, Jill Sparrow said:
I love that double bay-windowed house in the foreground, CT, but don't remember it being there when I was a child. Anyone know who lived there? Presumably, it's railway-related.
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.
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1 hour ago, Jill Sparrow said:
I too have fond memories of the place, M.D. I can recall the swings next to the outside loos in the car park at the side. They may have been gone by your time. Mum and dad would sometimes go there on a Saturday evening if they weren't going into town to Coleman's, dancing.
One would see friends from school sitting outside with their parents, enjoying a lemonade. Nowadays, they'd be overcome by exhaust fumes from the traffic! Life was slower then.
I can remember the swings but not the outside loos!
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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!
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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.
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Dusty Springfield is still cool.
Hence the inclusion in Quentin Tarantino movies
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Oh and the mrs hates the spider. It is confined to my computer room
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