Jill Sparrow

Could be, CT. It would explain use of the word NEW in the name.

And I'll bet you chatted her up too!

You've either got it or you haven't...and our Ben's got it!

I wonder whether there was an earlier version somewhere else, CT?

The name states The New Victoria Hall. Perhaps the old one looked a little more aesthetically pleasing and less brutalist. Any photos of its predecessor, CT?

My mum had arranged to meet a female colleague from the office at The Victoria Ballroom. The colleague didn't turn up. My dad was there that night, asked my mum to dance...and the rest is history. He forever after teased her that she hadn't really been stood up but was on the prowl for a chap! They got engaged six months later. Married in 1949. Reached their 57th wedding anniversary. Good old Victoria Ballroom!

Correct, Margie. It was the Victoria Ballroom. My parents first met there one evening in February 1947.

Sipping a Tibetan Tipple, resplendent in his saffron robes! Enjoy it, Chulla. He's probably got a chain of Chullaspoons Emporia by now...with the odd scanty!

Aussie red, Argentinean red, Chilean red...nothing European at present! I'm a red wine girl!

Schroedinger holds no mystery in this household. If there's a box, there's always a cat in it. That's a probability of 1. When I receive a wine delivery, there are usually 2 boxes...one inside the other...containing 12 bottles. Therefore, there will be two boxes each with a cat inside. That is also a probability of 1. If I decide to push the boat out and order 24 bottles, there will be 4 boxes and herein lies the problem. I only have 3 cats! As a result, one box must be empty. Another probability of 1. However, if we assume that the cats who have passed on now exist in another dim

Re Su Pollard, jonab. She is far more talented as a serious actress and as a singer than she has ever been permitted to demonstrate on tv. Type casting has done her no favours. I've seen her performances at The Arts Theatre before she obtained her Equity card. You won't see that on tv. Such a shame.

I was taken to see The Sound of Music by my sister at the Odeon. I saw it once. Heaven knows how many times she went! Eventually, we bought the score and I had to put up with her singing I am 16 going on 17 virtually every day. She was precisely that age at the time. Otherwise it was Climb Every Mountain or Eidelweiss. Made a change from I Could Have Danced All Night which she usually sang standing on a packing case in the spare bedroom, followed by her best friend, Su Pollard's rendition of something or other. I was the captive audience. They never let me sing!

I am well acquainted with the pain of parting from beloved pets...cats, in my case. It never gets any easier and we all say we will never go through it again...until a furry face in need appears.

Fred was well known in the area. Dad knew him for years. Long gone now, though.

Spot on, CT. Fred Shepherd. He was also a friend of my father's. People went there for car parts and spares, so I suppose I thought of him as a breakers cum scrap yard.

Granville lives!

I'm probably thinking of New Bridge Road being built. My father knew the Hawley family who lived on St Peter's Street so I sometimes went there with him. The houses are long gone. Still can't think of the name of the scrap yard but it wasn't Pownalls.

I can remember New Bridge being built, early to mid 60s? There was a scrap yard down there. Can't remember the name. Frank somebody or other?

Possibly Bilborough, Beekay, although we usually caught the 16.

It was formerly The Wheatsheaf pub and, from what I saw earlier this year, parts of the stonework have been incorporated into a new building. As ever, with me, preferred the original.

Chart? What chart?

She should've gone to Specsavers!

I did indeed, CT. What I can't work out is where we were going to on the bus when we passed it!

As I've said in the Garden Street thread, every Christmas eve, up to and including 1964, my father finished work early and came to number 4 to have a glass of home made elderberry wine before we all walked home. En route to number 4, he collected his order from the butcher's at the top of the street. This always included pork pie. Dad was particular about his pork pie, so it must have been good. He also ordered whatever we were having to eat at Christmas. I cant remember the name of the shop but it may have been where Beekay worked as a lad.

Not sure about this but my mother often pointed out what looked like the house in this photo as we travelled past it on the bus when I was a child. She said her aunt and uncle had lived there when she was a child. They were Lily Saunt, my great aunt, and her husband, Albert Baker. Albert worked for Nottingham Corporation and was called out at all hours when problems occurred on the roads. Mum said the house, which was tied to his job, stood in a yard full of equipment which might be needed. Albert died years before I was born but I'm sure this is the house where they had lived in t