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Oz, I was an avid Mad Mag reader, reckon that Willow Wilson is perhaps Alfred E Neuman himself. Disturbingly, I remember fondly Milly Molly Mandy, fascinated by her cloche hat which she wore. Learned to read with The House at Pooh Corner and Enid Blyton`s Weekly, remember that cost 3d a week, then Secret Seven, Famous Five and the Jennings books. I do still read Jennings, had an omnibus edition for Christmas a year or two back.

I had quite a few of those cheque book sized Mary Mouse books, loved `em! Wish I had been able to keep them and they are now selling for a few bob ! My first comics were Topper and Beezer, graduating to Hotspur and Wizard by about age 9.

Most probably a generational thing Brew, but having just played the above clip, I have absolutely no idea what on earth it was!!

Thanks for that Phil (I think). Seem to remember it took a lot more than that in the good old days!

Absolutely disgusting Rog, not a Hobgoblin bottle in sight! What does Hoy Minoy signify? Perhaps something that the Dalai Chulla could translate.

R/R, that photo captures beautifully the quiet calm and dignity of a typical Sunday morning in Hedderley Street in the early 50`s.

It has probably been said elsewhere on the Forum in the past, but the film Saturday Night and Sunday Morning portrayed the accent as spoken in the West Riding because apparently folk down south would not have understood Nottingham speak!! I reckon it was more to do with it being more difficult to speak it correctly, whereas it's so much easier for actors to give a sort of Yorkshire accent, even using Yorkshire actors for some of the roles.

Am wi` yer wi that youth!

I used to think that my Nottinghamese had faded almost completely having lived up here in The Broad Acres for almost 50 years, but whenever we are on holiday or travelling the far flung reaches of our Empire, Sheringham, Dartmouth, Berwick etc. , we would invariably meet someone who would say " I know where you come from" and although would sometimes place me from Derby (Aaaagh) always within touching distance of our Fair City. I have started to recover the accent more strongly since joining the Forum and tryin to write dahn like worritwer sahndin like serry.

I WILL REMEMBER HIM I wish I had met him, my unknown Grandfather, he died twenty nine years before I was born, my Dad and my Uncle deprived of their father, so tragically leaving my Grandma to mourn. I have only one photograph, just the one memory, posing, in sepia, in gaiters and cap in front of the bakehouse owned by his father waiting to load up the pony and trap. Did he meet Grandma one day whilst delivering the bread and the cakes from the back of the cart? Whilst handing the loaves from the bakery basket, I wonder if also he handed his

Only trouble with that Loppy is that it runs roughly south to north, Exeter to Lincoln when first built a year or two back, though it has been improved in parts and tends to lose it's way a bit nowadays in the Cotswolds in the south westerly direction.

Us as used ta live in Notts know as ow we wus East Midlanders, only them Londoners think it's northern. Now as am livin in the actual North, I allus reckon it starts at Sheffield. Mrs C`s family hail from the Kingdom of Fife and as far as they're concerned the South starts at Berwick on Tweed.

At this time of Remembrance I would like to share with you one of my poems, and trust that as my friends you will allow me this indulgence. I hope that you may understand my reasons but if not then in the words of my mate Radford Red, " I apologise in advance". REMEMBRANCE Eleventh hour, eleventh day, eleventh month once a year we stand and we honour that brave fallen host. Two minutes of reverent silence afford them, shed tears with the bugler`s haunting Last Post. Every hour, every day, every month of the year a grief stricken devotion

Looks like I'm late for the party, hope that yuv edagudun Loppy. Belated Happy Birthday serry! GBY ( an acronym fer ya, to please some and annoy others!)

Good on yer Catfan, here's hoping you're back home as soon as poss.

Happy Birthday Compo, Lang may yer lumb reek, and at 107 I reckon it'll need a good sweeping!

And of course, significantly, tomorrow is All Souls Day.

Very recent Loppy, can't yet see a way through the grief. I find reading poetry a comfort of sorts so thought that I would try to set out my feelings in my own efforts.Thank you for your thoughts.

MEALS FOR ONE No more the touch of your hand in mine The comfort of my arm around your shoulder. No more the sparkle in your eyes, the sure belief of being together as we grow older. No more the joy in anticipation of our walks to Dartmouth packing the waterproof in case of rain. No more the pleasure beside the Black Dee to marvel at the returning Osprey again The wonder and splendour of geese on The Solway Will no more lift our hearts and delight us. No more together at home with our love to surround us

Chulla, I'm sure that we all hope for the best for you and I will pray for a positive outcome as soon as possible. The monstrous irony of chemo is that you submit yourself to poisoning your system in order to deal with the organism that is attacking the self same system, because the alternative to not so doing is unthinkable. You are keeping strong and positive my friend, you just keep organising the meet ups and continue your banter with Jill!

Okay folks, got it now, The Bohemian.

Does anyone recall the name of the coffee bar which was above the Three Tuns on the corner of Wasrser Gate and Fletcher Gate, or was it just called Three Tuns coffee bar? I think it has been mentioned here sometime in the past but I can't come across mention of it. My SiL remembers it as being somewhat Turkish in appearance.

Hope you get the infection sorted out as soon as possible mate, get yersen back beside the Bogs, Wetherspoons needs ya!

Katy, so pleased that you had such an enjoyable visit, and great that we've had the chance to meet you, but blimey, with all that in your luggage I assume that the luggage you came with will be shipped on later!

Kelly's Directory gives 214 St Ann's Well Road as a greengrocers occupied by a James Northage in 1956.