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Carni. I have been in His Place. That is the Salvation Army, but I was referring to the one in the church nearer the seafront and round the corner. There used to be one at Mablethorpe but haven't looked it up for a while. My wife and I have a favourite charity shop which is the old co-op at Jacksdale. When we visit, we always go to the community centre by the Wharf car park. They do teas and coffees also biscuits and cakes. Have what you like and leave a donation. When we go in the place is always buzzing.

Sorry to be higanant but what is my PM?

Now your talking Basfordred. I remember going in but can't remember coming out. Seriously. What a sign of the times. My mate moved to Wadsworth Road near there when we were both 11 years old and still at primary school. I used to cycle there to visit him. And remember there was no By-pass then. All the Derby traffic went through Stapleford. I can't see kids that age being allowed to do it now.

I'm grumpy and still get taken advantage of. (grump. grump. whinge. moan.)

According to my wife I've always been grumpy.

Quite amazing how many industrial sites have been transformed. On my old 6 inch to the mile map, it shows Moor Lane linking on to Coventry Lane. But there is another track off Trowell Road going across Trowell Moor between Moor Farm and Spring Farm. Two things I noticed. 1. Moor Road and that other track could have once been the same road. They almost exactly line up with only the corner of Trowll Road and Coventry Lane missing. 2. The map shows 5 coal mines adjacent to this alignment, including one in Balloon Woods. Apart from the modern alignment of roads, it must have been a h

I remember a lot of my mates were mods with all the regalia, the mandatory Lambretta with mirrors etc, Parka, mohair suit and trilby (I was a rocker but we were all still mates). I wonder what their present work mates would think if they could see what they looked like. I keep a photo of myself with very long hair just to remind me of what WE were like. When I show it to youngsters today, they can't believe that teenagers of the 60s actually looked like that. And I didn't tie my hair in a pony tail!

Brilliant. I tend to use onions with everything. NO not apple & custard!

The Sherwin Gregorys owned a lot of property all over Nottingham and Notts.

I can tell you from experience of that night that in the sixties there was not a lot inside the place. One part had some white line machinery and other bits and bobs for maintaining playing fields, but the rest had floor boards missing. It was a disappointment. Oh, and no ghosts.

Working as an agency operative in catering, I see the profound waste in hotels but also some brilliant ways of saving money in budget run canteens. There is a lot of cooked food (like bacon or even chips) that are saved over to the next day. If we have the mod (family) round for Sunday dinner, we use my wife's hostess trolley (which she picked up for a song) and whatever is left in it after dinner goes in the fridge for a stew to supplement Monday and Tuesdays meal. If you go anywhere and want a cheap cuppa with a scone (or scon LOL), biscuit, cake or whatever, try to find a chu

Which is not always pleasant.

I can see Melton's point of view but I think it is a matter of pride. I tell my grandchildren that if they apply for a job along with about 500 other people, they have a better chance if they can present themselves better than the others and that includes the way they speak. It really does make a difference. Bilboro-lad. That is all about sticking two fingers up to the establishment. The same as wearing their jeans half way down their legs and playing Rap (I won't call it music) as loud as they can. We think it looks and sounds terrible, but they think they are wonderful. What my

Baz, were you Sherlock Holmes in another life?

I used to have a Vauxhall Zaffira. They are a bit higher up and I found them easier to get in and out of. When the MOT looms on my Focus I will have a look for another used Zaffira if I can get one at a reasonable price. I hate dropping anything on the floor. I struggle to bend down and pick things up.

They might not take it with them when they leave office, but they sure make it pay when they are in office. Why can they claim so much for food when they have to buy it anyway like the rest of us.

Don't forget that there was a coal mine at Trowell Moor. There were underground fires in the slag heap for years. We used to go and kick the ground and watch the smoke come up. One night in the mid 60s, myself and three friends decided to visit the empty Bramcote Hills House, late, to see if it was haunted. We walked down Moor Lane and then through the private (as they were then) woods to the rear of the House. We got in easily, nearly broke our necks on the (lack of) floor boards, and guess what. We found no ghosts. We probably scared them off.

My wife loves charity shops. I think some of them tend to be a bit overpriced. I love Oxfam because they tend to have some decent books. The one at Sherwood is quite good.

My mum was a stickler for speaking correctly. Pretty good to say she was spawned in Radford. But I think you are right. East-Enders has a lot to answer for. Why do words ending in er end up being pronounced as ar ? Also, why are they always falling out with each other on that programme. I can't say much about modern teenagers though. We were teenagers once and like them we tried to push out the boundaries. Our parents were more likely to take responsibility for our behavior. That is why they were a bit more strict. I think that people are less willing to take responsibility for their act

I used to get trendy clothes from Lawrences down Hockley. I bought a flowered shirt and flowered lace tie. Then my dad went down and bought them for himself. He still has the tie. I was quite lucky as my brother lived in a Mews off the Kings Road and I spent at least one weekend a month with him.

Ashley for photographs of this box go to WWW.picture the past.org and type in Western Boulevard. You will see photos of the construction of W. Boulevard and the level crossing where the two railways crossed. My dad used to call this train the 'Puffing Billy' when he was a child in the 20s. Him and his mates used to walk along the railway and pick up coal that had fallen off the trucks. I have a huge interest in all the older colliery tramways and early mines in that area.

Just think, when people refuse to pay for a bag, it will be an end to their advertising. I tend to take a hessian bag with me because the plastic bags aren't always strong enough for the heavier items. My grand-daughter refuses to carry a pound shop carrier bag. She says, "I don't want people to think I go in there". Little snob. Bless her.

That's Skegness for you!

I would have loved to do that but my parents insisted on safety in numbers as I was not a good swimmer. We used to catch the 56 or 60 to Ilkeston Road.

There used to be a cottage on the corner of Moor Lane and Deddington Lane. It may have been demolished. I remember exploring the small parcel of land in the triangle between the railway, the canal and Coventry Lane and also between the rose gardens and the canal. It was in the 60s and I am sure we found evidence of tramways once being there. I also remember primitive pit head gear on the corner of Bilborough Road and Trowell Road (diagonally opposite to Balloon Woods). The original wollaton colliery was next to the canal on Bramcote Moor. The site then became a brickworks