Beachbum

Sheila, I lived on Bailey St in the 50s, No. 8, I remember the Coffees, Jennifer May, Nigel and Judith Peck, Marylin and June Commery, David and Morris Flint, Derek Crisp, Geoffrey and Grenville Mawer., Played on the old rec, jumped the slabs, swinging over the lines in Colwick woods.

I shall, as usual be wearing a red rose, lets not forget William Shakespeare. Born April 23rd 1564 Died April 23rd 1616, He'll be 450.

Stupid people in shops, pubs, cafes, saying "can I get" NO you cant, there are staff there to get for you.

We always refered to the the park on Dunstan St as 'new rec', the one at the bottom of Forester St as 'old rec'.

Oh, and another thing, Hi-Viz vests, and the people who wear them, and the perceived powers they think they've got by wearing them.

The Cosy...Netherfield and The Regal....Carlton

Had a walk around the arcades this lunchtime, sad to say no sign of The Quick Draw Cowboy, probably pushing up daisies on Boot Hill

Babs, Saw Sue, aka Seaside Lady last Thursday, shes well and is re-openening at Easter.

Perhaps I'll mosey on down there today before I meet up for drinks. Hot of the press a new 10 Pin Bowling Alley for Mabo, due to open at Easter

You even spelt Mablethorpe wrong, so I believe you.

At lunchtime, (dinnertime) today I met up with The Seaside Walker here in Mablethorpe, and over a few reasonably priced pints, £8 for four pints we put the world to rights before turning our attention to the recent topic of annoying habits, and one that came to mind was whittling (and we're not talking pocket knife and a piece of wood here), but people who whittle on and on and on, there may even be whittlers on here for all I know.

Commo I have to agree with Carni, a spot on description of orming. Catfan No self respecting ormer would stoop so low.

My formative years were spent in Netherfield before moving over the crossing to Midland Rd in Carlton, apparently I spent a lot of my childhood orming.

Tightfisted sods who stand at the newspaper stalls in supermarkets, reading the papers, licking fingers and thumbs before turning a page then having the gall to offer you said paper when you try to get round them to get a 'clean copy', oh, and the lazy gits who use their trolley as a crutch, orming all over it.

There's no such thing as Chinese Lanterns, here in Mablethorpe everyone knows they are alien craft.

In Grantham , and I often wondered if a police station should be there, Letsby Avenue

At Chandos in 62' four of us caught smoking by a prefect, we just knew what was coming the next morning at assembly, wearing two or three pair of shorts under our trousers, (they didn't help) we sat there waiting, the office door opened and those assembled parted like the red sea, Mr Marsh strode down the aisle, cane in hand, he said," the boys know who they are, come to the front", we got of lightly, just two strokes.

When did the words, tittull,meddull, hospitull, bottull, etc, creep into the English language, we've even got The Beatulls

Telling my Mum, 'I'm going out to play' then just getting to the door she'd shout 'take your sister' Nnnooooooo.

My present wife often says that I'm 65 going on 13, I bought myself a fantastic pair of yellow and white striped trainers online last week, much admired, two 'young' people even asked where I got them.

I'm quite sure I will find this tome truly invaluable, I actually tried Chapters 1, 4, 8 and 9 this morning.

When I started at Chandos St in 58' the uniform of grey flannels and black blazer was widely available, but I still had to get a bus (Trent or Trolley) to town, get off at Flittermans Corner cross the road to the shop opposite (name escapes me) because they were the only place that would take Provi cheques. Remember them.?

Saw one a while ago in London, 'sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me'.

Working behind the bar at the Westdale Tavern, managed a drink or two.

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