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If the person who did the dirty deed is amongst us, do not be embarrased by this thread, you don't need to participate. But you do need to be aware that anyone not providing an alibi will be considered a person of interest by the moderators. :unsure:

People only tend to be in prams when they've been out. Carlton wasn't that far from Sneinton, and as you had your own wheels, we need to know where had you been in a pram at midnight? We'll come back to you later: Next suspect.

'Pretty Windows' murder: Family seek closure. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-nottinghamshire-23984881 You lot are a pretty suspicious lot, so where were you on September the 8th 1963 at or about midnight when George Wilson was done in. ********************************************************** Sorry m'lud but I was at RAF Finningley helping to man the barricades against the Soviet hordes. No m'lud I cannot provide witnesses to verify this. Why not, it's not as if it was fifty years ago. Clang, clang - Lock her up. Next suspect. Note: Inability to remember is no excuse.

One of Bill's poems. When icicles hang by the wall And Dick the shepherd blows his nail And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When Blood is nipped and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-who; Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

More often than not used to turn off just before we got there, taking the Via Gellia 'oop to Manchester from Nottingham. I would be riding pillion on my favourite Uncles motorbike. No 'elf and sefty then, no seatbelts, no helmet, nothing just hung on for grim death along this fabulous winding road, often at night. If you let go you were history. Couldn't have been more than ten at the time.

All very well everyone going smokeless, but do miss that Autumn smell of leaves burning. When I do very occasionally get a whiff, immediately reminds me of those days with the evenings drawing in, hot dumpling stew on the stove and a kitchen with all the windows steamed up, yet warm and cosy inside. Funny how in them days you could eat until you almost burst, but people never got fat. Fat people were a rarity, yet the amount of food my parents would put away was unbelievable, as did us kids. I can see the plates of dumpling stew even now, piled high. And they were big plates. Nowadays you jus

Canal was the best place to play. The stretch between Carrington Street and Wilford Road was my favourite. A youngster from across the street fell in there and drowned. Name of John Priest, probably about eight at the time. Would have been 1951/2. His family moved away immediately after.

Couldn't you call them on your mobile love. :laugh:

The reference was to "Building the British Empire". The Brits did eat beef in India, and elsewhere. And curry was a British invention during the Raj for the specific purpose of disguising rancid meat as they had no refrigeration then. There is a documentary around somewhere that addresses this in very precise terms. Curry as such was unknown in India before the Brits arrived. So sorry love.

Remember the pea-soupers in the early fifties. Us kids used to do all right out it, charging motorists to walk in front of their cars and show them the way to some place. Once walked from Midland Station all the way to the Cremorne down Queens Drive. That would have been worth thre'pence.

Wasn't the Inspector Jack Frost series made in Nottingham by one of the studios there? The last time I was there someone pointed the studios out to me but can't remember where. Can't say that I have ever recognised anywhere there when watching. Watching one of the Horatio Hornblower DVD's last night, understand that Sir Edward Pellew aka Robert Lindsay was born in Ilkeston. HH brilliant series.

Definitely not the kind who built the British Empire, where curry was invented to mask the stench of rotting beef on the menu. IMHO far too often this "vulnerable people" thing goes well over the top. There is a strong body of opinion that suggests that todays youth have depressed immune systems because they were never allowed to eat dirt, play in the rain, etc as young kids. Molly coddling them as children has produced sickly adults. It is believed that the Polio epidemic in the '50's came about from depressed immune systems for similar reasons. When people get old and weak they die. It's t

We have a branch of a chain of stores that sell "almost expired" food, quite close. For those of us who are happy to shop for meals to eat that day, their prices can be a third of that in the major stores. It has a strong following amongst the local retirees on budgets. You don't go there to buy up for the week or longer though. Interestingly they have staff whose role is to to check the shelves, and remove anything that has actually expired. But you can find lots of stuff due to expire in a few days. If you are a canny shopper you can get some real bargains. Recently bought some imported sti

Like the title of this thread "Home made food". For me all my food is home made. I have a bread making machine, but when I get bored with that I make flat bread for variety. As I have just done for breakfast. Dead simple. I take a heaped tablespoon of Spelt plain flour, similar amount of Spelt wholemeal and same again of Rye meal, and a pinch of salt. All in a small bowl At this stage you are supposed to add a half cup of fermented yak's milk, but my fermented yak died, so I add half a teaspoon of baking powder. Make a well in the middle and slowly add cold water. Quantity of water varies bas

I am sure the original one was as I described. This was back in the early sixties - '62/'63. Mind you when I lived briefly in 'Ull in '68, there was a F & C shop where the owner used to disappear every so often down to the fish docks and come back, walking, with a cod balanced across his shoulders. This was fresh fish.

The Harry Ramsdens on the A1 was the one and only original. As I commented this was fifty years ago, didn't have franchises in those days. Probably someone bought them out and then tried to trade on their reputation. Pwatmo, whereabouts opp norf are you?

Going back fifty odd years now, but THE fish and chip shop oop norf was Harry Ramsden's at a roundabout at the top of the A1. Had a friend who picked up some fish and chips there, before picking me up in Doncaster before heading off down south. Don't know if I was particularly hungry or not, but did I enjoy them. Cooled a bit by time I got them, but still hot enough to enjoy.

Read an article yonks ago that reckoned 80% of the cost of a tea bag is the packaging. The tea itself is only one fifth of the cost. I buy leaf tea and use a device called an infuser, which has two halves of a mesh ball with a scissor type handle. Squeeze the handle and the ball halves open up to allow you to put in the tea leaves. I drink a lot of tea, yet a 250gm/18oz pack of leaf tea will last me well over a month. Doing this I can afford to buy the most expensive leaf tea I can get.

When I lived in Sydney, we had a mulberry tree in the back garden. One year the whole tree full seem to ripen at the same time. Collected buckets full of fruit. At the time cake decorating had been all the rage, and we had quite few kilos of icing sugar left over. Bought some winemakers yeast, boiled up tons of the fruit with the sugar, when it cooled added the yeast, bottled it with funny corks with holes and a water trap, and left it for a few months. Reckon it would have done the Bendictine monks proud as a liqueur. Remember the MiL saying "This is nice" on her third glass, just before she

Never a big fan of fishcakes, could never get any real taste of fish, then I tried making them with tinned sardines. They were brilliant. Steam some chopped up sweet potatoe, carrots, butternut pumpkin and broccoli. Then mash it all up, and add a couple of tins of sardines in tomato sauce. a bit of brown rice flour to stiffen the mix, and mix well. Take a handful and shape into pattie, dip in beaten egg and then breadcrumbs, and fry in shallow cooking oil. Serve with blob of tomato sauce on top. Problem is I always eat too much.....But.

Yeh, but do still stick you 'and out the winder, like what we used to do. I took my driving test in 1961, and passed first time. Mind you I did have my Dad walking in front so as not to scare the horses. Also remember driving an Escort van, and winding down the window in order to squirt soapy water onto the windscreen from a squeezy bottle. In them days if she wouldn't start because of a flat battery you had an handle to wind it up at the front. Did it often.

Reminds me of the two old dears having coffee, and one says to the other "Do you know you have a suppository in the your ear". Her friend looks up with a big smile and says "Now I know where my hearing aid is".

Friend told me yesterday "Up to your three score years and ten, it's an entitlement. After it's a bonus - so enjoy"

Down here they just flick a switch - goes from Winter to Summer overnight. Last week tops of 12 degC and bloody cold, this week 25 degC and frantically unpacking Summer clothes. One of the greatest pleasures of being English is being able to whinge constantly about the weather. Wherever you are. If it's 'ot it's too 'ot, and if cold too cold. If the sun is shining it's too bright, if overcast - it's too gloomy. Happiness is

It's a good sprinkling of sand that makes the difference. Adds that gritty texture. Remember a few occasions when the wind was coming in across the North Sea, and everything we ate was covered in wind-blown sand. Helps clean your teeth.