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  1. The camp was an army camp, I used to play on there in the early 50's as my great aunt lived on Caunton ave. And yes the areas mentioned were probably munitions storage. There was another thread a while ago mentioning same.
  2. Not been here for a while, few health issues been keeping me busy but settled down a bit now, just caught up with this thread and a few memories came forth. Dr Foy my family doctor when I was a child, also did a home birth when my wife had our son in 1968, midwife called him out as the baby was becoming stressed, no phone then so I remember running up to mapperley tops to use the payphone. We were staying at mums place as we only had a flat in Hyson Green and it was cold and damp whereas mum had the central heating. Twigdons, used to deliver papers for them, opposite the war m
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    Ken Dodd

    Remember being dragged to the Heart of the Midlands club to see him by my now wife and her sister, I definitely did not want to go, but I don't think I've ever laughed so much ! not a bit like the TV Ken Dodd, yes still the silly tickle sticks and other bits, but the blue humour had to be heard to be believed. What a talented performer, RIP Ken Dodd.
  4. Not in Nottingham but Perth Western Oz, was walking down Hay street in the city and Pete Postlethwaite was just coming out of the Regal theater where he was doing some play or something, I spoke to him and said I thoroughly enjoyed his acting, he thanked me and asked how long we'd lived in Oz. Very nice fellow indeed, shame he has now passed.
  5. Talking of the Sledging on Breckhill fields, my older brother carried a poor lad up to our house, that had hit a stump of a bush or tree half way down and was obviously in a bad way, mam rang for the ambulance and later we found out he had ruptured his spleen ! my brother probably saved his life. Anyone remember the mushroom farm on Beech avenue, used to walk down the field to there and they'd pick the mushrooms fresh and weigh them for you. Think the owners were Polish but may be wrong. There was another cottage abutting the right hand side (Beech ave on the North) edg
  6. Cliff ton Can plainly see our old house on the second photo on Coronation road. Thanks for that. Actually an edit as dad didn't build till the very early 50's so just the old orchard where the house would eventually be. Remember my dad bought the land from an elderly chap who owned several orchards around there, one also at the bottom RH side of Gretton road, he bought our land for 80 pounds, and had the option of the rest for a total of 300 pounds, at the time dad couldn't really afford it so let the offer go, later one of his building mates bought the other land and built four
  7. Our old house was on Coronation road MargieH. The path you mention was along the bottom of the field and yes from Breckhill road to Melbury road. There used to be a small cottage about half way down on the left, and a memory I have is of me and a mate playing with my new birthday present, a real long bow with arrows, I shot one over the temporary target we had set up and I will never forget it ended up stuck in the flat roof of that cottage ! we ran like hell home and left the arrow.
  8. I too used to play on the old brickyard banks and fish in the ponds ! also MargieH I collected pussywillow for my mum to put in a vase as it seemed to last forever. Had some wonderful times on the old brickyard and adjacent fields, our old house backed onto Breckhill fields so it was our natural playground, dad even put a gate in the rear hedge so we could get easier access. When the fields were built on, the builders who bought the land, A C Butler & son whom my dad knew very well also being a builder, had to leave us access to the old gate as it had been there so long an
  9. Chulla I wish you well mate. End of November I had my usual annual blood tests, here in oz we have a them as a normal screening test for any nasties that may show up. All good till I get the call from my GP asking me to make an appointment, well my PSA appeared to have jumped a bit so rather then embarrass the both of us (my doc is a female) she made me an appointment to see a male urologist. Long story short story, I had 3D MRI which found a lesion so then the dreaded biopsy which not only gave me septicemia and a 4 day hospital stay on intravenous antibiotics, but diagn
  10. Met my good lady at GMW on a Friday night in 63, knew John Langdon from his days at school, hanging around top of Westdale lane in our youth and the band the Incrowd. Last I heard he was in a band with Paddy Flint a few years back and there was a youtube video doing the rounds I think. Remember his dad too, always in his long blue crombie coat bit of a "Delboy" and used to brag he'd never worked a day in his life ! John used to say the same that he wanted to be just like his dad workwise.
  11. Yes went there from 55 - 59 not a lot of memories left of it though, apart from the toilet block being in the play ground and also all the old sandstone walls around it. Oh and my first ever girl friend called Rosalind she lived on a farm up on Spring lane near the Dumbles (not a girl friend in the "real" sense Lol ) we sat next to each other and I used to pedal my bike up to see her at her dads farm after school. Also we had to walk down Hazel grove then Digby ave to play sports where the Arnold & Carlton college is. And I think the 31 bus terminus was on Pl
  12. My perfect pork pie breakfast would be a good pie, a nice crispy pickled onion and maybe a slice of ham off the bone with a chunk of crusty bread slathered in real butter ! Can't stand mustard, just the smell turns my stomach ! maybe a bit of Branston on the side. My wife came in the other day and said she had got me a treat, it was a medium pork pie from a new manufacturer here, it really looked the part but was I wrong, yuk it was overpowered with thyme and the meat was very hard and unpalatable. How I long for a real pork pie from Pork Farms or Bonds maybe.
  13. Unruly children must be an Ozzy-UK route thing as I have had many flights ruined by them, It's not really the kids fault but the parents. My last return flight from the UK I had a screaming toddler kicking my back through the seat for almost 10 hours, even complaining made no difference, I spent a fair bit of time standing at the rear near the kitchen just to escape it but during turbulence was forced back to my seat, the plane was chokers with no spare seats at all. Made a decision never to fly the middle east stop over route ever again and never will. My next lo
  14. I've got 2 pairs of original "Footprint" pipe wrenches, a large set and a small, they are still used occasionally. Mine are actually stamped with a footprint, so that must have been the manufacturers logo at the time, made in Sheffield. I also have a pair stamped with GPO from my PO engineering days ! Tools are my weakness ! always have been, I can't help myself, have to buy the best quality I can find as I cannot stand cheap rubbish tools. My wife says she will have a massive sale when I pass, knowing her she'll give the stuff away just to be rid of it
  15. Just caught up reading this thread, very interesting Rog, looking at the pics, i see there is a fair bit of chain from the pedals to the rear , how is it tensioned or does it just rely on the deralieur "sp" gear ? Also I see the chain runs inside some tubes under the seat, obviously to stop chaffing your legs whilst pedaling. Be a bugger to get anew chain through them I would think. Keep the pics coming, some nice green scenery around that area, miss that living here in Oz, we get green in winter but nothing like the rich green english countryside.