LizzieM

A sad day for sure. Trevor Francis was widowed about 6 years ago, it must have been difficult for him to deal with losing his wife when they were both still young. I’ve been listening to his contemporaries, including Martin O’Neill, on Talk Sport this afternoon and at it appears he was very well-liked. Then we lose George Alagiah too. My favourite newsreader too Jill, in fact last week when the Huw Edwards news broke I was wondering how George was getting on with his illness. He’s struggled with ‘C’ for many years but the fight became too hard, bless him. RIP to two good men.

We loved Russ Conway, my Dad got tickets to see him at Theatre Royal in 1962 and I got his autograph!

Sorry to read this, it’s always sad to find that one of our lot has passed away. His posts were generally too electrically technical for me to understand but his memories of being a pit electrician were no doubt interesting to many Nottstalgians. Condolences to his family, if they ever get on Nottstalgia.

Come out with me Ben and you may meet her! I’ve seen her a couple of other times without even trying! Once in a lift in the old Victoria Hotel in about 1975-6 when she was snogging Patrick Wayne and didn’t seem to notice I was in the lift with an Irish Wolfhound as well. Another time sat next to her in ‘Pret’ at Bicester Village.

Saw him perform at the Royal Albert Hall about 25+ years ago. It was an incredible concert hosted by David Frost and Stephen Fry, with performances by Andrea Bocelli, John Barry, the cast of Chicago, Marti Pellow and so many more artists (I can’t remember more right now) and Tony Bennett was rubbish and couldn’t remember the words of his very well-known songs. The highlight for us was where we were sitting, in a box and next to JoanCollins and Susan George and their husbands, then 3 boxes along was Elizabeth Taylor and Michael Jackson. The evening was raising funds for the AIDS Foundati

I love the new Virgin Media TV advert with goats hang gliding. So good to see an advert that isn’t pushing mixed marriages, gays, lesbians and transsexuals …… might I add that I’m not at all fazed by those categories but why do we need to constantly see on our screens groups of society that are in a minority (I think!)

It’s been on in our place all day, well done the England boys …… but probably the weather will decide the result of this game.

Our eldest son and his 10 year old daughter came to visit us in Lilliput for a couple days, it’s been so good to see them as we’ve not seen the little un since last Christmas although Nick popped in to see us in April. They’re only 100 miles away but we’ve all got hectic lives, yes even us two oldies! Today we went on Sandbanks beach and it was breezy although sunny. That tough kid was in the sea up to her waist but no way was I going to join her, nor was her Daddy! Calm has been restored now so hoping we can enjoy a relaxing few days to do our own thing, might have a little trip to Browns

We keep it simple. When we’re running low on our prescription drugs I look at the date of last prescription and if it’s coming up to 2 months ago I toddle a few hundred yards to Carrington Pharmacy and order a new batch. No problems, no issues, delightful and extremely helpful staff who have super memories, know our names and also what’s on our prescriptions! We go there rather than GP surgery for our flu jabs too. Got no complaints really about our GP practice, there are only 2 GPs and 2 or 3 nurses so it’s not manic and fortunately we don’t need a docs appointment very often anyway. What

I never realised that building used to be a Birkin factory. A Watson Fothergill masterpiece. I frequented a club in the early 1970s in the far left corner of Broadway, called ‘Pharoahs’. It later became a punk club called ‘Sandpipers’ I believe ……. that was after my clubbing days though. The Guy Birkin factory I was familiar with, on Beech Avenue in New Basford, is still there I think, in a very delapidated state, and can be seen from the Forest, sitting on top of the hill.

There’s a Birkin family mausoleum in Wilford Hill cemetery, not far from my Dad’s grave. I’ve been over to it several times to read all the tablets in there.

Gold and Dunn may have been on Birkin Avenue at some stage but I used to walk past their place on Beech Avenue every day from 1967-1975 when I worked at Thorn Bendix further along the road, opposite the Birkin lace factory. My parents bought a lot of reproduction furniture from Gold and Dunn and in fact we bought a carpet from them in the mid 70s and had it delivered and fitted at our house near Banbury. There was an issue with the carpet and they had excellent customer service and replaced it immediately.

Wonder if the nit nurse still goes into schools? Doubtful I suppose, I don’t remember her going to the schools my boys were at about 30/40 years ago, although they did have nits, discovered and treated by me ……. I had them too when I was at infant school, ‘they only go for clean hair’ my proud Mum said!!

This mob have had control for 30-40 years, the city electorate are to blame for giving them free reign with the council tax income, a council tax that is second highest in the country. I despair every time I step out of our house but no amount of complaining about non-existent services does a bit of good.

No point in suggesting you ‘keep hydrated’ Nonna ……. Enjoy the weather, wish ours was better!

@nonnaByou’ve reminded me of when we had a small flock of sheep and needed to move them to a field in the next village. This meant walking them right through our village, across a main road and into the new field, about a mile away, so we decided that 6am on a Sunday was the best time. It was all hands on deck, our kids plus family visiting from Canada. The lanes were quiet but the sheep didn’t behave at all, they ran into peoples gardens, trampling and eating their flowers, our Jack Russell tried to help by nipping at the sheeps ankles and barking, all us humans were shouting and urging the

I’m sure he was happy and smiling because he was in your company Ben. Your posts cheer me up when I’m fed up ……. just as Ms Sparrow’s ‘Manning Tales’ of several years ago did.

I’ve been wondering about Albert Smith and his tales of train driving, ballroom dancing and wine club. He was a regular at the meet-ups, often with his lovely wife Barbara. He wrote his life story, had it bound and lent it to a few of the regulars. He seemed pretty down when we last saw him and more or less stated that it would be the last time we saw him. There are several more old regulars who don’t appear anymore, so sad, but it’s lovely when a name from the past re-surfaces.

Less of that dirty talk on here Dark Angel

Stokes is once again playing a captain’s innings, despite being in obvious pain.

My husband had an appointment at The Park Hospital this morning and our electric gates decided they weren’t going to open, first time they’ve played up in years. We tried all of our ‘clickers’ so it wasn’t a battery issue. Tried to use a special key to open them and they just wouldn’t budge. He got a taxi there and back while I called a gate man who turned up quite quickly but can’t fix the issue for a few days, but at least he got the gates open and I don’t feel like I’m in prison.

I can’t stand him and I’d like to slap him across his smarmy face ……

Wow! Well done!

And I got £125 from NS&I this month too @mary1947 It’d be nice to get a big win but I get a prize virtually every month so I’m satisfied.

How sad, I’m very sorry to hear that news, so young too. May he rest in peace.