Michael Booth

mudgie49, the article tells you that it is. I think it's ideal for exhibitionist's.

katyjay, that was so funny. I can envisage your mother-in-law attacking the teabags.

I think that every 'generation' has to have it's own 'lingo' and style and there's nothing wrong with that. The thing is though, people sound so thick when they are saying 'innit' after every other word. It's the same with the other words mentioned, 'like' and 'yeeeeh' they make the person saying the words sound stupid. I must say though that I've never thought this way about the word mudgie49 mentioned, 'man'.

babs, reading your post, #330, I thought to myself that my wife could have written that. She had a friend called Rosemary who lived near us. When I was away abroad they would get in the car, one time Rosemary's and the next time my wife's car, and just head for Derbyshire, the East coast or anywhere they fancied. Off they'd go to 'explore' as Rosemary would say. One of their favourite places they had found was Arbor Low in Derbyshire. I can remember them taking me there one summertime. Rosemary's parents had a boat and they would all spend enjoyable days exploring the waterways. Unfortunately,

Hello, meadows/broxtowe gel. Welcome to the Forum, I look forward to reading your future posts.

StephenFord, where was Bony Halls, I don't remember it?.

Beefsteak, the driver spoke of the 'Herald Of Free Enterprise' tragedy in which 193 people died. This happened in 1987.

Yes, ha ha and it looks like my Mum was wearing a fur coat too. I was told recently that we were the only ones on the street to own a car. My Dad was always in work at Railway And General which was opposite Grainger Street on Meadow Lane and then on the City Transport. My Mum worked in the CO-OP canteen on Meadow Lane so there was always money coming in. The photo was taken in 1957 so things had improved quite a lot since WW2.

Thanks, Trevor S. I thought that it was a Wolseley but I can see quite clearly that it was a Humber Snipe.

The only thing that we could smell was Bitterlings, the animal products company on Freeth Street. The stench in the summer could be terrible. I once went inside with a friend who wanted to get some maggots for his elder brother. Once inside I saw piles of chopped up cows and pigs etc. It was quite scary having a cows head looking at you as you moved around. We walked through to the back and went through this door that took you outside to the River Trent. We must have been about 40 feet up from the water where the barges were moored. There were no safety barriers and I can remember looking down

The above photo is a my Mum in Grainger St. and behind her is my Dads car. I think it's a Wolseley but does anyone know what type it is?

Thanks, mick2me. I looked at the thread mentioned by Cliff Ton and was amazed at how things had changed. One of the photos showed the wasteland where the C0-OP laundry had been. I'm going to pay the area a visit to see it all for myself. I know that crumbling buildings and houses have to be replaced with new ones but you can't help looking on with a heavy heart when it's your building, home or the place you played at as a kid that's gone.

Another interesting post, Compo. I understand what you're saying about the quality of the tea but I don't mind using a teabag. I've been having a 400 bag of teabags delivered by Ringtons for a while. Probably what's been swept off the floor but It's just what your used to, isn't it. On one visit to Hong Kong we went into China and tasted the local tea. It's not something I'd like to have first thing in the morning. I used to go to a place called Embrach which is near Zurich in Switzerland. I had a friend called Kurt who was married to an English girl and I always had to take her as much Typhoo

Around 1959 a night-watchman in Bulwell was murdered and his body was put across a hot brazier, the type that you see on picket lines. One of my brothers was working at the pit and the police went there to arrest him. They said that he matched the description of the killer. Apparently, he also had the same type of jumper as described by a witness. After being interviewed my brother was released but at 0400 the next morning the police went to our home in Grainger Street to interview him again. After the interview the police went away. The following day two detectives came to our home in an unma

danny333, your girlfriend wasn't impressed with Stan Kenton but she must have been really impressed by you.

St. George lives on in the hearts of the English patriots.

I can remember as a kid seeing the sugarbeet tractors going up and down Meadow Lane. The tractors would pull trailers that were full of sugarbeet and as they passed us by Grainger Street my pals and I would try to knock some sugarbeets to the ground. We'd throw big stones or anything to get them off. We only did it when other vehicles weren't around, of course, but in those days the traffic was nothing like it is today. It was better when they had to slow down for one reason or another and then we'd jump onto the trailer and chuck some off. The reason we wanted the sugarbeet for was to make fa

My photos will appear as a line of letters and numbers at the top of the box and I'll add the comments near the bottom of the box. When I 'Add Reply' or 'Post' the photo will appear and the comments will be by the side or half at side and half at the bottom (as in 'Meadow Lane' topic). I found that my photos started appearing when I clicked on the 'Enable HTML' box.

mick2me, 'Glorious' is a word that you would connect St. George with. A 'Happy' day is what the people who celebrate St. George's Day will hopefully have as they all do their own thing to celebrate it. It doesn't really matter what word is used, the main thing is that it's remembered and celebrated.

How do I control the positioning of comments that are put on with a photo etc?.

RGR, I agree with Compo regarding the photos. I have really enjoyed looking at them on the different topics. I can see that it brings yourself a lot of pleasure also.

Why is it not right to say 'Happy' mick2me?

HAPPY ST. GEORGE'S DAY EVERYONE

As I was growing up in Grainger Street, off Meadow Lane, one of the things I remember was the regular accidents that occured at the low bridge, just by the level crossing. Whether it was a lorry, bus or other, it always saw the local kids rushing to the bridge to see what was happening. The local number 8 bus that went along Meadow Lane was a single-decker so didn't have a problem. As a kid I wondered why the vehicles would smash into a low bridge and I'm still wondering why, as an adult, it still happens all over the planet today.