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My step-dad and his relatives lived in Eastwood and "Serry", "faitin'" and "scraitin'" were everyday words to them. "She said ...", became "Ow sed", and trees were "trays". They had brilliant nick-names as well. My step-dad was "Conk" because he always used to "keep conk" when they were scrumping as kids. His mates were "Stag" Jarvis ('cos his hair stuck up!) and "Pommer" Wilmott (no idea). The local mean-spirited shop keeper was know as "Georgie Split-raisin" because he would rather split a raisin than give you extra weight! I had the pleasure of knowing Pommer who spoke the broadest Asewo

Me and the wife were talking about our upcoming visit to Mexico and possibly visiting the Mayan ruins at Tulum when inspiration struck!.... There was a young man from Tulum Who was cruelly born deaf and dumb But he mastered the arts Of controlling his farts ... Now he speaks through the hole in his bum!

I think the cold meats shop was Peel's Pork Butchers. They made their own pork scratchings, brawn and stuff like that. My aunt Peggy used to work there and bring us loads of goodies (bacon, sausages, scratchings ....) on a Thursday afternoon which was half-day closing. She later bought the little sweet cum grocery shop next door or next-door-but-one.

Cool air, morning mist, woodsmoke - brill! (Nice pics!)

Eyup Smiffy, I can remember Flash Gordon and the Clay Men!. We didn't have a telly and I used to watch it at my mates, then walk home on my own - bloody terrified. 50-odd years on and still remember it well! I can remember Redifusion installing our (my grandma's) first rented telly. The first thing I can remember watching (and I was silently urging the installer on so I could catch it) was The Count of Monte Cristo, which I think went out on a Wednesday. It starred George Dolenz, who's son Mickey went on to star in the Monkees. Happy Days! (I enjoyed that as well!)

I Used to live on Cardale Road as a kid. We used to get on the railway line at "the Ruined Station" da da daaaah!!! (Thorneywood Station), walk under Carlton Road, through the old tunnel (scary!! - Skippo's'll get yer! (the feared gang from Skipton Circus, which I think were a myth as I never saw anything of them)), over Sneinton Dale (bridge demolished years ago), and we'd come out (I think) close to Greenwood School. All the way from Thorneywood to Colwick Woods without crossing a road!!) We got a big spanner and tried to get the doors off the station one Bonfire Night. If we'd succeeded in

I worked at Players from 1969 until 1999. I remember "The Rec" well. It supported a mulitude of sports including football, hockey (a really good field hockey team), cricket etc. There were also other sections devoted to photography, chess, rifle shooting and all sorts of stuff. We had inter-departmental quiz leagues there - all proper stuff - teams up on stage in front of an audience. Buzzers, individual rounds etc. The quiz master was a question setter for the local pub leagues around Eastwood (his name was Dec Ford, if I remember correctly. All quite professional! I think the Rec started to

Wish I'd never menshuned it.

Obviously a grammar school education did nothing for my spelling!

Totally agree, Bilbraborn. I came from a poor single-parent family, definitely a working-class kid - but I got the chance of a great grammar school education. I can't understand why the politicians think they're elitist - they were the only chance bright kids from poor familys got.

Sorry! me again! Ah'm all ovver the place t'nite! Now I've read the other 7 pages (!) - they're brilliant. So many things I'd forgotten, the one-armed guy on the lift, the record department (3 singles for £1 and a LP for 17/6), the Christmas grotto. Funnily enough, like fch782c that staircase used to terrify me. I thought you could fall through the black mirrors. I used to have nightmares about them! Looking at the photos, it really does look like a very nice store.

Sorry! I always forget to look at the last page! Ignore me!

As not very well off newly-weds we had our wedding reception on the top floor of the Co-op in 1968 (was it the Elizabethan Rooms?". It was a Saturday afternoon and the store was thronged. I remember having to go to the toilets (in the right-hand corner as you got out of the lifts) with my wedding suit on and a carnation in my buttonhole and hearing a young lass say to her mate. "ooh, look at 'im. Y'd think 'e were goowin' to a bleddy weddin'!" I didn't have the nerve to tell her!

Is it EDF? That "blob" sitting on that dog's back whilst some inane pap (spelling mistake, but I'm leaving it!) song is played!!!! What's all that about??!! Who dreams up these infantile ad campaigns and what idiots in the boardroom accept them!

Oh, and good luck Geld25. You can have a £2,000 Minelab CTX3030, but unless you walk over it you won't find it. Just persevere. Since finding those 2 coins I've had bl**dy awful luck - but it will come (hopefully). Join a club. Research your sites.

Sadly he's breaking the law. Myself I have no problems with what he's doing. He's just moving a bit of surface covering - be it soil or bark - retrieving the item and filling in the scrape. Doing no harm to anyone. If he were to write to the council to regularise what he's doing he would be told, quite tersely that metal detecting is NOT PERMITTED UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES!!!!!!!!!!! and would be told that if caught he would be prosecuted under local bye laws. Councils are notoriously bloody minded about detecting. You can have 22 lads hacking the turf around on a Sunday morning or folks ridin

I used to use the Bread & Bitter at Mapperley top, but I'm going off it a bit. It's always very busy - nowt wrong with that, but the spartan furnishings and brick walls seem to bounce the noise off and make for a wall of loud babble. If I could get the same ale at a different venue I wouldn't think twice. The staff also seem to think that 'cos they serve at a "special" pub (and I guess it was when it first opened) they're a bit special too. One or two of them (not all) seem a bit precious, as though they're doing you a favour to serve you such good ale (and it is), and they don't seem to

Bought a plastic turd and left it on Grandma's carpet. "Look what that bleddy dogs done!!!" "I'll shift it, Nana" Picked it up and put it in my pocket Such fun!!

Used to be one in that little row of shops at the bus stop, town side of the Commodore. There was a Tanning Salon next to a hairdresser called Ewan Burns.

Anybody remember what it was called? It was definitely on the corner of Nuthall Road and Denehurst Avenue 'cos my aunt and uncle used to live in the flat above the shop. It was a pork butcher's shop so sold lots of cooked meats and what have you. I think on the other corner was a post office cum hardware shop and a couple of door further down Staniforth's fish and chip shop. I use to buy dudoohs from a shop a few doors up towards Melbourne Road - I can't remember the name of that either!!!

We got it from Pinkett's, I think it was called, on corner of Nuthall Road and Denehurst. My Aunt Peg used to work there. In those days Thurday was half-day closing in Nottingham and she used to come up to see us every week with deliveries of brawn, dripping, shop-made pork scratchings, tripe, sausages and God knows what else. As a kid I actually used to like scratchings (these were flattish and quite hard - just lumps of fat actually) on bread and butter with salt and vinegar! It really was Fat-Fest Fursday! We also had chunks of lamb breast, roasted and eaten with dry bread. Eaten a la Henry

My paternal gramdma was an usherette at the Empire. When it closed, she moved to the Theatre Royal and was working well past her retirement age. She must have been one of the oldest usherettes going! She was at the Royal when they staged "Hair" with the "notorious" nude scene. Some of the cast members would often bring her a few flowers and she always said they they were all "very nice young people"!

I've been well and truly shafted today! Because I had a bypass op NINE years ago, I still have to go through a medical screening questionnaire to get travel insurance. Mine expired last week, so I rang up the same company to take out a new one. My premium was £137 last year - today it's £397! Rang around and 1 company wanted (for it's Platignum policy) £750!!!!!!!!!!!!. Not bothering next year. The missus is going to tip me over the side and feed me to the fishes.

The only certainty is confusion!! Some info suggests that hollow points can fragment .... "bullets that deform and expand, such as hollow-point projectiles, produce the greatest increase in volume of disrupted tissue, along with fragmentation, and are less likely to produce an exit wound." University of Utah. The Aussie's theory does suggest the fatal wound came from behind. Not sure about the exit wound at the hairline. Not heard that one before. The summary of the Ramsey Clark Panel Analysis in 1968 suggests that ... "Examination of the clothing and of the photographs and X- rays taken

Yes, Bilbro-lad, According to that Aussie PI (good programme) the brain contained bullet FRAGMENTS (shown on the x-rays). Oswald was using jacketed bullets which would have gone straight through (as did the one through the base of Kennedy's skull that exited just below the larynx, passed through Connelly's arm and ended up in his leg. The bodyguard's weapon was a AR15 (I think) using hollow-nosed bullets to have maximum stopping power. These fragment on impact to cause maximum damage - and a large exit wound. Hmm...