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Here's a picture of My uncle Ted with a gang of friends and neighbours off for a jaunt in one of Skills buses. The photo is taken across the road from the Skills garage on St. Peters Street Radford and outside my Uncle ted's house, the former debtors prison.

1959 to 1965, also Fleming House. So we overlapped by a year or so. Mr Hind was housemaster, a good man. I was in Fe, tutor was Mr. Penchion. Until I moved here in Thailand I still had my old school tie too!

That's a new one one me. But Mr. Thorpe (Mabel to his pupils) once pulled me up to my tiptoes by my sideburns and then asked why I was standing in his class!

I didn't (wrong gender, I was at Fairham) but my two sisters Valerie and Alison Bingham were at Charnwood as was my first wife, Carole Fowler. This would be mid to late 1960s.

Vic King used to have a butchers shop on Denman Street. He was friends with my dad and the three of us used to go to the Victoria Baths for the wrestling.

Yes, Duckenfield opened the gate. But why? Because of the crush of Liverpool fans. It's worth noting that the Liverpool fans that died were the ones that got there early, the young ones who didn't drink and didn't arrive in gangs. Whilst the vilification and blaming of the Liverpool fans for the tragedy may have gone too far, the current whitewashing of the same fans has gone too far. Once again Liverpool play the part of martyrs carefully evading any tint of blame. Did they all have tickets? Were none of them drunk? Were they all fans and not just thugs out for a bit of bother? And

My father attended your school too, and I have a photo to prove it. That was sometimes in the early 1930's though!

The 68 went that way to Farnborough Rd., but the 67 turned up Green Lane to its terminus at Langstrath Road. And I, ladies and gentlemen, had the honour of being the conductor of the very last West Bridgford UDC bus to run. It was the 67 from Langstrath Road to Broad Marsh and went the route with many streamers hanging out of the windows. Before I moved here to Thailand I ditched all my memorabilia including blank ticket rolls and a WB uniform. From the next day we all transferred to Parliament Street depot, opposite the Ice Stadium. It was funny because the stuck-up burghers of West Bri

Born in Old Radford, lived in Clifton, Carlton Hill, Clifton again, West Bridgford, Beeston Rylands, then emigrated to Thailand. Married here more than 13 years ago. Sister in Portsmouth (ex-RN) , son in Edinburgh, his eldest son born in Sydney, Australia, and his second son born Edinburgh.

there are 10 kinds of people. Those that understand binary, and those who don't.

My dad died early last year. He was cremated and we put most of his ashes with mum's on the rose garden at Wilford Hill. The rest, about an eggcup full, we brought back here to Thailand. They are now in a nice urn, on a shelf standing in front of a photo of dad. Sometimes we hang a little garland of flowers on the shelf, and on his birthday last week I put a tot of rum there for him. And with the rum evaporating a bit over the past few days it looks like he's been sipping it too! In Thailand nearly all bodies are cremated, and many temples have a crematorium in the temple grounds. Ther

Yes, Frankie Blower and Tom Blower the channel swimmer were related. Their grandads were brothers so they were second cousins. The brothers were born in Wednesbury in the west midlands, moved to Swanwick to work in the pit there then moved to Radford for the pit. The family of one brother moved to the Hyson Green area and the other to the Radford area.

According to my genealogy program Frankie Blower was my first cousin, twice removed. His father, Ted Blower was my great-grandma's brother. Frankie lived on St. Peters Street in the old debtor's prison opposite Skill's bus garage. I remember him as being a bit simple but nice enough. There's a picture of his dad and his house somewhere else on this board. I used to go to Ilkeston Rd. picture house. If it was too noisy, or the kids were dropping things off the balcony, the manager would walk down the front, flash his torch up at the projectionist and he would cover the lens but leave the

My grandad lived at 5, Bell St. The Meadows and when that was demolished he moved to Whitier Rd. off Colwick Rd. A mate of my dad's ran a book shop, possibly called Ben's Books, that had a superb collection of early sci-fi. It was probably him that sold football programs and he moved just over Trent Bridge on Radcliffe Road and also sold early comics to collectors. The 2nd hand music shop with the scary man in it (a very nice, quiet-spoken musician) was a regular Saturday haunt of mine and I bought an old pedal-organ from him, a harmonium. I remember him having lots of silver watch chains a

'Char' is the word for tea here in Thailand, probably derived from the Chinese.

Perhaps somebody in Nottingham could approach the Nottingham Evening Post and get a reporter with a tape machine of some sorts to interview older people to get the dialects down for posterity. They are dying. My dad died in January last year aged 92 and he used words that I didn't and I use words my son doesn't, especially as he now lives in Edinburgh!

I've left it for a couple of days for Steed to reply, but he hasn't so I will as I live in Thailand too. I suppose it's like other places, some bits are great, others less so. I've lived here for 13 years now. The weather is hotter, from mid-February to May it's very hot, often well over 30C. Then the rains start as it might not have rained since the October/ November the year before. Then it's hot and sticky until the rains stop about November. Then it gets cooler to what the Thais laughingly call the cool season. On a bad day the temperatu

Quote "Quilt, only posh folk say duvet....When I was a kid, two thousand years ago, it was an "eider down". And when I were a kid it were an army greatcoat!

Steed, whereabouts in Thailand are you? I'm up in Isaan.

And I've just remembered something else. On the way home I would try and go to the old blacksmith's house on Glapton Lane behind the police station and ask for a glass of water. They had a well in their garden and the water was lovely. The blacksmith's name was Jack Jack, I think. I don't remember a working forge there though.

I used to go fishing down there. Through the gate near the entrance to Clifton Hall school and down the track then across what I knew as Jelly island, the ground really did feel like jelly. Then to a pond of some sort with huge concrete blocks in. It was very near the weir. I used bread as bait or silkweed from the edge of the weir, it had little water snails in it. I once swam across the Trent from Clifton Grove to Beeston side and back. I must have been mad. And I got a scar there that I still have. Whilst swimming my arm went over a broken bottle and gashed it. Lots of blood, but

I knew that! But one risque note in a post I thought was enough. In France the company was known as G.P. Telecomms.

I was at Fairham but I knew a number of girls who went to Clifton Hall. Sue Ellis and her sister Lynne, and their friend Adrienne Black. I had the biggest crush on Adrienne. This is the early 60's. Miss Heron headmistress?

I did 24 years at Plessey. It had just become Plessey rather than Ericsson's the year before. I started in Y4 the press shop and ended up in Pollards Palace by the railway developing software for the new digital type of telephone exchanges then coming into service. I was made redundant with thousands of others and the then owners, Lord Weinstock of GEC at Coventry fiddled us out of our redundancy money and dragged it out in the courts for many years after. One risque story........... They were having an open day and a friend of mine and I stood outside the doors of the building to welcome

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