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I’m going to sound a right cheapskate now! I’ve been encouraged by mates to publish my little book on Sneinton and the Pretty Windows, but a few of the photos I’ve used are from Picture the Past which charges £40 per download if the photo is to be used commercially. Does anybody have any copyright free photos of pre-war Sneinton showing the terraced housing, or any photos of Sneinton Market that I could use? They would be acknowledged, of course.

Beautiful!

Thanks, Cliff. I’ll have a look.

Oh, if anyone knows of anymore abandoned buildings, even if you can't get in them, I'd be interested to have a look.

A few more ... and an extract of a poem by Joyce Kilmer. Was this the cow shed, I wonder? " ... But a house that has done what a house should do, a house that has sheltered life, That has put its loving wooden arms around a man and his wife, A house that has echoed a baby's laugh and held up his stumbling feet, Is the saddest sight, when it's left alone, that ever your eyes could meet. "

Always liked photos of old buildings and ruins of any description, and I think I've just become the oldest urban explorer in Notts! Thought I'd have a look round the old Chase Farm in Mapperley (what "No Entry" signs, Guv?!) before they put the new road through from the new Chase Farm housing development. This is one of the pics I took.

I remember three beer-offs, all for slightly different reasons... Don’s Wooden ‘Ut was just that, a wooden hut on the corner of Hooton Street and Carlton Road. Supposedly a hut because the Luftwaffe destroyed the original building in 1941. Lovely smell of wood and beer! We used to follow the leaflet distributors round and then pinch any money off coupons they had left hanging out of the letter boxes. Don would swap them for single cigarettes! Very wrong on so many levels! There was another wooden hut on Thorneywood Rise where my Aunt Win lived. Same lovely smells. Their

Sorry! It was indeed the Theatre Royal. Grandma moved there when the Empire closed.

My paternal grandma was an usherette/ice cream lady at the Empire until, probably, into her 70's. She must have been the oldest ice cream girl in the country! I know she was getting on a bit when Hair! first came to the Empire. She wasn't at all fazed by the nudity and thought the cast lovely people. They used to bring flowers in for her.

Did he elaborate?

Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. After 60-odd years I must get this off my chest. I was just a kid and the roads round our way had just been resurfaced with that gritty stuff. We were scraping this grit together and chucking double handfuls in the air then dodging it as it came down. Then the devil spoke to me. In the middle of the road was an enormous pile of sloppy dog mess. We carefully covered it and continued playing until a suitable victim appeared in the form of a little 6 or 7 year old kid who we invited to join in, pointing to this large inviting pile of grit. His hands l

Me mam used to shop at Reeson’s (I suppose it might have been Riesen’s) which was on Carlton Road, just below Cardale Road and Linton Rise. In fact the ahop is still there - the last shop bedore the old railway cutting to Sneinton. Mr Reeson was an old, white haired gentleman who wore a long white overall/coat. Sugar was bought in a stiff, blue paper bag which he filled from a sack or something, and butter was cut off the slab. Biscuits were kept in a rack of tins with glass lids so you could see inside. The shop seemed very old, lots of wooden shelving, wooden floorboards and a du

Yes. Ordinary men called upon to do and endure extraordinary things. The wife’s grandad is on the Menin Gate. Took a direct hit from a shell. Her great-uncle won the MM, in an artillery battery literally firing until the last round. My grandad was one of the “lucky”ones, served all the way though as a lewis gunner and saw lots of action at the front. Wounded at Aubers Ridge. Last year I bought a “Passchendael Poppy” (that’s where her grandad died) and I wear it all the time - lest we forget.

I cut through Hockley the other month to get to Viccy Centre and found myself in some sort of gay pride thingy. Police and army recruitment officers in attendance! Never seen so many Desparate Dan types in drag! All square jaws, 5 o’clock shadow and floral dresses! Can’t make me mind up whether thet were genuine or just taking the p!

The most convincing trannies I ever saw were in Chiang Mai.

Like these bleddy gender-neutral toilets. PC idiots falling over themselves to pander to the 1% whilst blatantly disregarding the views of the silent 99%! Mind you, I read the other day that a school that had just “installed” gender neutral toilets had had to back down in the face of a violent backlash from parents. Good for them! More common sense needed.

Thanks for that, Brew. Guess I’m scuppered. Short update for those who don’t want to read the book (don’t blame you!). The fella the police fancied for the murder was Frank Wardle who killed a man in Nottingham in 1965. They went as far as submitting a file to the DPP which was thrown out due to lack of evidence. Difficult to see why they fancied him as the two crimes seems very different in their execution. The file on Wardle is in the National Archives and it’s open, so I’m planning a trip to Kew. Latest (and new) information on suspects is that a man was found in a

My grandad could be in there. Landed in France 5th November 1914. Some fireworks!

But am I not copying my own property - the photo I now own by paying PtP. If it’s not my property then nobody would buy ‘owt! Agree that it’s a right minefield, and I now think I’m probably wrong. I’ll write to the IPO and let you know the outcome.

Flitting about these threads like a little moth! Mentioned yesterday about completing my "book" (sounds a bit grandiose) but not publishing it due to having to fork out £40 a photo to use stuff from Picture the Past. Just had a thought. If I bought actual prints from PtP at £1.99 each then I assume that they are mine to do what I want with. If I scan those prints and then use the scans to illustrate the book have I infringed copyright? Any barrack room lawyers on here?

It was a series of pieces written in the style of the old "Janet and John" children's books by a listener who went by the pseudonym of Mick Sterbs. The innuendo in each little story was absolutely filthy and repeatedly had Wogan in hysterics. I don't know how he managed to get them past the BBC editors. Try this one (but listen to the end) ...

Can you remember that hilarious Janet and John piece that used to be on Terry Wogan's morning show? Something about John's Old Man's Beard in Mrs. Bickerdales front hedge.

Thanks, Nonna. I am well chuffed. I don’t think I’ve read it through in its entirety before. When you’re gathering stuff, you sometimes find things that slot into the beginning, then the end and then the middle , so it becomes a bit disjointed. I started to read it properly earlier tonight, and already I can see where I’ve used the same word in consecutive sentences. Think I was rushing a bit to get it “out there”on the anniversary. Needs polishing! Must say, it was quite sad stood in front of George and Betty’s grave in the rain today. I’ve become quite attached to them.

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Just seen Ian's photo of Pretty Windows. Quite a coincidence as I was in there last night. It was the first anniversary of the pub's re-opening and today's the 55th anniversary of George Wilson's murder. I found out yesterday the location of George's grave, so went up to Wilford Hill to get a photo for the last page of my book. Oh yes! My book! Well it's quite a shortish one on Sneinton, the pub and the murder. I started it just to satisfy my own interest really and wanted to be in the pub last night to write the last paragraph. Gave it a sense of completion, I thought.