Mattsdigs

sorry I had hit the "POST" button twice.

Not too sure if any one on here remembers this place

ref number *52. I recall reading that the entrance into the Hypogeum was found back in the early 1900s when excavating a new buildings foundations the workers found a smally hole which some one enlarged and suddenly fell into the hole.

You may be referring to the neolithic temple called Hagga qim (?) which is on the south of the island.

Sorry about the delay in responding to the above. I lived in Mosta about two hundred yards down from the "whisper" nightclub and very close to Graces Bar. My haunt was Johnnie's Bar opposite the entrance to the Dome. Lived there from 72-74. Just round the back was the place where lots of penny settlers from U.K had settled. Sir Stanley Matthews wasn't all that far away and neither was Claire Bloom. There was a very troubled soul also lived close to Johnnies Bar. He would occasionally call in for a drink when lots of my mates were in for a drink of an evening. He would buy a round and sit quiet

I was born in Notts and I returned to Nottingham for my years ten to sixteen. I have been back to visit parents and sisters on several occasions but haven't been back for at least eight years. I tend to read any newsworthy items in the papers and follow events on the T.V but to get to the heart of Nottingham I am asking for an honest opinion. Is the town/city as violent as it seems to be reported. I am aware that there are very big Council estates with the inherent social problems that they incur but , overall, is it a place to raise a family? Is the Centre declining with lots of charity sho

I once saw an african using a miniature version of this to create wooden animals for sale. The way and manner in which he was using it was quite startling. He simply sat on the side of a road and chipped away at a piece of wood. I have always admired people who can look at a chunk of wood or stone, piece of paper or even a lump of clay, and see in there an object that becomes something of beauty. I don't know the answer to this but...is there any difference between an azada and an adze?

The best thing about doing this is that instead of just the more usual ten to fifteen songs on an L.P you can get up to twenty three tracks on a C.D. Makes for a much better sing-a-long session on long drives.

I am sure certain that about two or three years back "sir " cliff Richard began a legal attempt to have copyright of music extended from fifty years to seventy five years. I am equally sure that somewhere in the Saturday Telegraph there was an item suggesting that copying from vinyl to CD is "legally" illegal. But how will they know?

Michael, in your first post you mention Admiral Sturdee. His grandson became 1st Sea Lord in 1984 having been Commander-in-chief of the Fleet. I know this because I was his Marine driver for four years

davidW... just for your interest this is a snap of the great man's burial site and this is what is said at the foot of the statue..

Do you have the actual cutting of the above. I would love to have a copy of that if possible.

I suspect that its of no help whatsoever but I remember my brother having a mate called Dave Duncan?

Oo arr Diddy diddy....manfred man Oo er did Eurt me...grandson both available at "www.gett'nabiteaday.co.uk"

Even though he is only human and suffers from the same foibles as do every one else, I find it amusing that no one has any bad recollections of Carl or his dad. I didn't know either of them and with his great boxing record I would be startled to read any thing bad. No one ever heard Joe Calzaghe swear or spit either, and , I hasten to say...if Mike tyson ever moved into the house next to me I would defend his terrific human rights campaign to the hilt.

That report would appear to be out of a military man's recollections of his life under the flag. The story of that photograph is fascinating and I am quite happy to recount it if any one is interested.

The only Barnard that I know is Billy Barnard's and he is known to almost every one in the Royal Navy.

Yes you are right, they were pin ball machines. As I recall it from a great distance in time and relative distance in time, it seems that I approached it from Gedling, over the railway crossing and into nether field to somewhere close to the Co-op and then, turned right and Stan's was on the right hand side about four or five doors along. The road ahead then swung to the left and up and over the rail lines. It then dropped down and swung to the right where my favourite book shop as to be found. It was a small shop with a window display of nothing but second hand paperbacks but it was better t

No one seems to have mentioned Stan's Cafe in Netherfield. It was the place to be seen back in the late fifties and early sixties. First visit and I put three thruppenny bits in the machine and racked up so many points that Stan came over with three packs of cigarettes. Totally stunned me as I didn't smoke and wasn't expecting anything other than a free game. Good incentive though as I, and mates , returned very frequently.

Born in Beeston rylands. Moved to Outside Perth W.A for a time. Back to Beeston then Gedling One year in Aden, two years in Singapore, Two years in Malta and two and a half in Wash D.C. Lived in Poole for 31 years and now in Colchester. Mother and father both died in Oz. Brother in Perth. One sister in Ilkeston and one in Bramcote. One daughter in Colchester having worked in Venice and another daughter now in New Zealand having worked in Rhiyadh. Son still working in Iraq.

Left ACHS and found a job at Marshall's near to the drill hall at the junction of cavendish road and Carlton hill. Paid about six pounds and this was 1962 and I was 15 years old. After four months I was told of a job going at Luxfers in colwick which I managed to get. interesting fact that just before the war my father worked there on what was known as "the heavy gang". The boss of the heavy gang was still there when I started? I worked with two of the biggest influences in my life, Malcolm leckonby who later went into the police at Newark, and a lovely guy called Alan Sherwood who had done h

I am currently about half way through an engrossing book titled " The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks" by rebecca skloot. Its an amazing book that should be read by a lot more people. It telles the true story of a woman suffering from cervical cancer who went into Hospital and had Cells removed without her permission. Thos cells were unusual because they didn't die off but rather reproduced by themselves and were subsequently harvested for research all over the world with so many people making shed loads of money without Henrietta or her family getting any at all. The cells are today known by

strip the willow. Remember it well. I can't recall where I was when first I did that dance but I can remember very clearly doing it at ceilidh's way up in the mountains and the west coast of Scotland where I did some work many years ago. Quite a few beveys and "nips" followed by the dancing. All the ladies and a few of the younger men joining in while the old and the bold stood round the edges watching who was dancing with their wives or girlfriends.Later on in life when working in South Wales I came to know that , I think it was "Abergavenny" that the poet Dylan Thomas, called the sexual hub

In my dotage and I look back with awe at a Mr Adler. He taught french at ACHS and was a short dapper man who wore bow ties all the time. He had suffered badly during the war and had one eye removed. The rumour was that the Germans did it. HoweverHe must have suffered the torments of hell with the class of buffoons that I was in. We led him a merry dance and he somehow kept his cool watching as all of us threw our education out of the window. I now relies that he was doing a great job countered by the frustration of behind-the-back sniping and mickey taking> I now wonder whatever happened to

Just completed reading" the bone people" . It's about New Zealand and three fractured people. I wish I hadn't,t started it. Much...much to deep for me.