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There was a massive fire at Swiss Mills (lace makers) in Beeston in 1984. It was said to be one of the most ferocious ever in the county. I remember listening to a report on Radio Trent when the chief fire office said, “When we got there it was going ever so well.” Which I thought was a somewhat strange thing to say, almost as if he was admiring it. The cause was stated to be arson, but I can’t remember if anyone was ever charged.

I went to St. Bernadette’s, Sneinton, between 1960 and 1965 and don’t recall any movies being shown. In June1963 our form went to see Man and Superman by George Bernard Shaw at the old Nottingham Playhouse on Goldsmith Street. In fact it was the last play to be shown there before the new Playhouse opened on Wellington Circus later that year. In 1965 we went to the new Playhouse but I can’t remember the production but the then relatively unknown Judi Dench was a member of the company. The Artistic Director was John Neville. In 1967 some friends and I were walking past the Playhouse when we saw

I posted the above in response to someone reporting that Mick Piggot had passed. Well he hasn’t. The Mick Piggot I know is very much alive and I’m now in contact with him.

Wow IAN123 I envy your Dad getting that close.

REMEMBERING THE GREATEST The Greatest left us on June 3, 2016, but his spirit, example and unforgettable memories will live on forever. Muhammad Ali represented the soundtrack of my life. I grew up with him and his fabulous career. What a lucky man I’ve been. ALI IN THE FLESH One May evening in 1963, I was 13 years old and on my way home from a school cricket match in my hometown of Nottingham, England. (I played for St, Bernadette’s, Sneinton.) As I walked past the Victoria Hotel at the bottom of Mansfield Road, in the center of town, I saw a huge crowd spilling into th

That's so sad. Earlier in this thread I said I used to train at same gyms as Mick in the '60s and '70s. A very affable, pleasant guy. We used to call him Les (as in Lester). Really saddened me. Remember us all being in our early '20s. RIP my old friend.

Pete C, I went tom St. Bernadette's fro 1960 until July 1965. Wonder if we know each other? Now live in Florida.

A memory of Tony Hateley. In the summer of 1963 he was transferred from Notts to Aston Villa for a fee of I think 30,000 pounds. As luck would have it his first game for Villa was at the City Ground against Forest on the first day of the season, August 24 (my 14th birthday). Me and my pal Rob were seated on one of the football buses that used to take you from Boots on Parliament Street to Trent Bridge when Tony came up the stairs and sat down. He had a duffle bag over his shoulder (which presumably contained his boots). He got off at Trent Bridge and we followed him as he walked to the ground,

Stu, used to manage the Pretty Windows back in the '80s. Sorry to hear about his health. We once has a serious altercation but we got over it.

"Serry" was a common form of greeting among my football mates of the '60s, '70s. I remember one lad turned up for one match with a newly styled Beatles cut. He got the usual "Ay-Up Serry" So I told him he was the Serry with the fringe on top. Always assumed Serry was slang for mate or similar. A regards the word sorry (as in aplogising) a replacement for that when playing football was "Sos." You'd foul someone and say "Sos, mate." Course you could have also said, "Sos, Serry." But not if you had a lisp.

My wife (like me, from Nottingham) uses the phrase regularly, although in South West Florida no-one apart from me knows what she means. Mother's has to be said as MOHTHERS NOT AS MUTHERS.

Rob Liddle was same age as me and in same form. I left in July 1965 a month before my 16th birthday when all of my form left. Funnily enough I met up with Rob Liddle in early 2012 in Nottingham: we hadn't seen each other in 44 years. We're now in touch. The Pete Williams in my class was captain of the football team and the cricket team. Definitely John Millett. He was Irish with red hair. Played in the football team and was a great sprinter. Cheers

I remember Simonite. I left in July 1965. I'm thinking those you mentioned were a year or two behind me.

I went to St. Bernadette's from 1961-'65. Old Man Casey was the headmaster at first and he was a sadist: He would be locked up today. Later Mr. Higgins was headmaster. Teachers I remember, Mr. De Lee; Mr. McKeever; Mr. Jack; Mr. Hopkins; Mr. Byron; Mr and Mrs Redycan; Mr. Trekasges; Mr. Hollingsworth. Pupils Robert Liddle, Mick Marecki, Trevor Ramowski, Bohdan Lesiuk, Bodhan Grabowski, Michael Unwin, Valdis Gulaytes (spelt wrong), Pete Williams, Jimmy Day, Danylevitch twins; Archie Ruthven, Francis Kalywoda-Morgan, John Millett. I live in Florida, but will probably be visiting Nottingham in

John, I was milling around outside the Odeon, the night The Beatles played. Maybe we banged into each other. It was bedlam.