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In some parts of England, white people.

Thanks people for all your kind words. Incidently I do have a definition for being old. You are only old when you use your age as an excuse for not doing something.

The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken aback, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know. Old Age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but

Reminds me of my favourite Kipling quote: Now it is not good for the Christians health to harass the Asian Brown For the Christian riles, and the Asian smiles and it weareth the Christian down And the end of the fight is a tombstone white with the name of the recent deceased And an epitaph drear "A fool lies here who tried to hurry the East". With apologies to Kipling as it's quote from memory and may not be wholly correct. But it does convey the message.

Annesley Street was at the bottom of our street - Summers Street in the Medders. There was an off-licence on the corner of Annesley and Waterway streets. Used to visit it often to buy a jug of beer for my Dad and other rels. Bought my very first bottle of alcoholic cider there when only thirteeen. Nobody worried about such things in those days. On thinking about it, there were always young kids collecting bottles and jugs of beer, and other forms of alcohol to take home. My Gran would send us for a glass of Stones ginger wine to settle her tum whenever she wasn't feeling too well. I believe t

There used to be a creche at the top corner of the Queens Walk reccie, the Brierley St side. Remember being taken there at the age of four. Refused to stay and was then taken home, never to return. Would have been 1948.

Reckon we should change the name of this thread from Comfort Foods to Discomfort Foods.

My Dad worked for the railways, and when I was only 14 ish he organised for me to use their rifle range. It was located in the basement of one of the office buildlings in the Wilford Road shunting yards. He took me along and introduced me to the guy in charge of the range. In due course I would go along as and when it suited me. The guy would give me the key and sell me twenty to thirty rounds of .22 ammunition. I would then go downstairs, unlock the range, get a rifle out of a cupboard, stick up a target and bang away. These weren't pellet air rifles, they were .22 rifles that took proper bul

Family Court Ruling from the Courier Mail, Brisbane, Australia A seven year old boy was at the centre of a courtroom drama yesterday when he challenged a court ruling over who should have custody of him. The boy has a history of being beaten by his parents and the judge initially awarded custody to his aunt, in keeping with the child custody law and regulations requiring that family unity be maintained to the degree possible. The boy surprised the court when he proclaimed that his aunt beat him more than his parents and he adamantly refused to live with her. When the judge suggested that he

They're still showing Pathe newsreels of them going down here. And that's on the current news. <giggle>

So what's wrong with a cold porridge sandwich and sardine flavoured milk shake.

Thanks Carni. Been too busy enjoying the mussels to worry about what to put them in. The last time I was in Nottingham was late '99. Went with a friend to Victoria Markets?? There was a fishmonger there that had NZ green lipped mussels. I bought half a kilo and ate them on the way home on the bus to Beeston. My friend almost threw up when she saw what I was eating. But I love them. Hugs Alison

In the days before everyone had fridges, if we had milk that had gone sour my Mum would pour it into one of my Dad's freshly boiled handerkerchiefs - holding the corners. Then squeeze out any liquid, and hang it outside on the nail that held the clothes line for a few days. I believe that it became Colwick cheese. Used to taste quite yummy. Mind you the milk hadn't been got at by the people who mess with food. As in it was pre-pasteurisation. There used to be real cream in the top two inches of the bottles. I have found a recipe for the liquid that they soak shellfish in. It uses onion, peppe

Need a recipe guys. This morning bought a kg of frozen NZ green lipped mussels for UKP6.50. They have been lightly steamed before freezing, and are minus the shells. Happy to eat them exactly as bought once defrosted, but been searching for a typical Skeggy/Cleethorpes/Mablethorpe brine/vinegar mix to soak them in for a few days, so far without success. I am quite sure that everyone here has at some time eaten cockles, whelks and various other goodies whilst walking along the front. They are soaked in a special brew, and I would love to be able to do my own. Thanks

As a youngster I was given a chemistry set one Christmas. When I think back to the raw chemicals provided in the set I shudder. There were some seriously dangerous things in it. And in the 1950's in Nottingham, our local chemist would happily provide a youngster with a whole range chemicals as long as his pocket money could pay for it. With a friend we experimented at making gun powder, and it worked. I think we used things like potassium permanganate, sulphur, ammonium nitrate, hydrogen peroxide, carbon, etc. and strips of magnesium for detonators. All were included in the chemistry set prov

As many of you know, I don’t have a lot of free time, but I did manage to finish my new book. I decided to write about a passion of mine; Golf. As a preview, here’s the Table of Contents, full of valuable playing tips, insider information and winning strategies to improve your game. Table of Contents: Chapter 1 - How to properly line up your Fourth putt. Chapter 2 - How to hit a Nike from the rough when you hit a Titleist from the tee. Chapter 3 -How to avoid the water when you lie 8 in a bunker. Chapter 4 - How to get more distance off the shank. Chapter 5 - When to give the Ranger the

Weren't the Avengers on about the same time as the American show - Spastic and Crutch. Aka Starsky and Hutch.

All you Johnny-come-later contributors to this Medders Burials thread know nothink. In my time we used to build a Barrow on the Reccie, with a stone circle around it and burn a few Druids for entertainment. My favourite rite was when they threw vestal virgins off the Castle Rock, and all Medders residents would get drunk on mead and dance naked whilst descending down Mortimers 'ole. The Reccie went downhill when they installed the slippery dip, roundabouts and swings which lowered the tone of the place. The burial records are recorded in rune inscriptions buried at the Brierley Street corner

When we got our first telly used to dash home from school at lunch to watch Emergency Ward 10. Used to enjoy Sunday Night at the Palladium, Dixon of Dock Green and the Black and White Minstrel Show. Remember a series with Robby the Robot, possibly Lost in Space, but not sure.

I buy a lottery ticket each week, costs about UKP5.50. Often don't checked the numbers until I am due to buy my next one. Being mathematically minded I am well aware of the odds of having a win, but strange as it may sound it's got nothing to do with winning. IT'S ABOUT DREAMING. Last week there was a $20M jackpot. Whenever I was sitting idly doing nothing I would day-dream about what I would do if I won. A million here, a million there. People who had been particularly nice to me over the last few years would get a few thousands each. Charities whom I felt did a good job might get half a mil

Tasmainian scallops are quite a delicacy here. They are a variety of clam, or look similar to same, and very nice too. A speciality of the sea front in Hobart are scallop pies, which are scallops with a small quantity of potatoes encased in a pie crust - scrumptious. The kind of food you would kill for.

That brought back memories, although I remembered it as Jildi - jildi. Almost always used in the context of "bed" of an evening to us kids. As in "get there - NOW".

The blob of jam was compulsory, Had to have it. Just imagine Delia on the Telly stating "and now we add the blob of jam" in the middle.

Defintely different species to the rice pudding we used to get for school meals. God that was revolting stuff.

As the thread relates to "Things our parents used to say", thought I might add some significant variations. My Dad served with the Ox and Bucks in India before and during the first part of WWII, and for some time my Mum was out there with him. So you can guess our household was a hotbed of British army slang derived from warmer climes. We never had a tummy-ache, we had a gyppie tum - from Egyptian food poisoning. If we were acting silly, then we were a bit doollalie - from an asylum operated by the Brits in India at "Doollalie". My Mum never made a pot of tea, we had a brew, or a mug of char.