Jill Sparrow

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  1. Got a bone to pick with @Stavertongirl She's been handing out my address to Gertie's friends! First thing this morning, I found an humongous, black, eight-legged bruiser skulking in my bathroom basin! "Ey up!" it said, darkly. "Goodbye," I replied as I dropped it out of the bathroom window, having caught it in the ever present plastic tumbler. Don't mind the smaller ones but I'm not having a giant like that in residence. On a happier note, I met Horace the hedgehog last night. I've been putting food out for a few days and the dish has been empty each morning. He has
  2. Take care, Carni. A friend of mine was struck by that ailment. It is very, very unpleasant. Not related to cream cake intake, so far as I know! Get well very soon.
  3. Wonder whether the DoE will be stalking the battlements, looking for Charles, ...."I am thy father's spirit..." ? The play's the thing!
  4. At my father's funeral, which I conducted as he had no religious convictions whatsoever, I was tempted to recite his version of It was Christmas Day in the Workhouse. He would have loved it but I was not allowed to. My mother forbade it! My father believed that no one should take life too seriously. If you did, you were in serious trouble. I think I succeeded in ensuring that no one left the crematorium without a grin on their face. He would approve!
  5. For the Phil...istines amongst us. Holy Orders An early morning summons From The Master of All Fates Caught the Dalai Chulla napping - Tut! Chief Bouncer on the Gates! "Now, pay attention, Chulla! Pin back yer tab 'oles, please! What's up? Yer got a monk on?" (MOAF speaks fluent Radfordese!) "There's a new boy on his way here. On Earth, a VIP. But, as yer know, once through them gates, Yer all the same to me. Hindu, Buddhist or Muzzie, RC or HRH It's what you are, not who you were, Regardless of your faith.
  6. Well, maybe not a lot! Poetry doesn't have to rhyme. It's not obligatory. I've not listened to this particular offering as I'm not really interested but I'm sure that great advocate of rhyming poetry, so well known to us all, His Grace The Dalai Chulla, he of the saffron robes, will have prepared a more suitable offering with which to greet the DoE! If he tells me what it is, I'll let you know.
  7. https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-56757956 Should have gone to Specsavers!
  8. March 16th 2019. You've posted that before, RR.
  9. Brilliant photo, letsavagoo. I haven't seen that before. The dancing shoes were displayed in the window round the corner, on Hartley Road, which in those days faced the church.
  10. I believe Eric's and Clays both had a lot of seconds. The shoes dad bought for my sister and myself were something like Clarke's seconds. They were good quality and lasted a long time, especially when he'd put segs in the soles and heels! They lasted too long for my sister who complained that she sounded like a cart horse walking along the pavement. I didn't mind. Did a bit of tap dancing in mine! Dad had a thing about shoes. They had to be good quality, a good fit and well cared for. As children, he was always polishing his own shoes and ours! Something to do with being in the fo
  11. The one I knew was on the corner of Alfreton Road/Hartley Road, opposite Bentinck School and in the same block as Flints Sweetshop. I think there may have been others elsewhere. They were a shoe shop. If memory serves me correctly, green fascia with E R I C S in reddish lettering. They were there for many years.
  12. Erics always had a glittering display of dancing shoes in the front window. Silver, sparkling ballroom shoes. Oh, how I coveted some of those as a child. No chance. My chosen dance form was ballet, so black practice shoes, pink satin examination shoes and heavier duty shoes for national and character dance came from The Sign Of Four. They were expensive! My mother wasn't buying silver lurex ballroom shoes as well. During teenage years, I graduated to pink, satin pointe shoes or blocks, as they were known. Made singly, not in pairs, they moulded to the individual foot and, when new
  13. There was, indeed, CT. To me, they all seemed better than Clays, Erics and the sensible clodhopping shoes of my childhood! My father used to shake his head in despair after insisting I wore sensible shoes but I'd already ruined my feet through ballet. My teacher wouldn't tolerate anyone wearing heels, though. "Get those heels off! You'll shorten your Achilles tendon!"
  14. Those shoe shops were great fun. I have very small feet, size 3, so at sale time there would be rich pickings! It got ridiculous in the late 70s and 80s, as I had so many boxes of shoes, many of which I hardly ever wore. It was 4 inch heels in those days. Now, it's ballet flats! Getting owd! Happy memories. Friends always complained they could never find any size 5s in the sale. Tough. As the song says, "Your feet's too big!"