Unmade Marian

In 1969 going into 1970 we still had to work on New Year's Day. January 1st as a Bank Hol wasn't introduced until 1971 - just a mere 52 years ago!

Yay - thanks for that, Stuart C. After I sent the Post off I started doubting my self,

I remember in a very 'of that time' fashion that in the brickwork outside, about eye level, were the letters S. A. V. O. Y. I have a feeling one or two of the letters can still be seen, even though the building has had alterations - don't know if it's the S.??? I will check next time I pass by and report back. Bet ya can't wait!

What about this trend for going out in your nightwear, dressing gown and slippers. YEUCH. There aint nothing right about that.

Not the originals Mrs B. Mick Fleetwood, John McVie, Peter Green, Danny Kirwan and Jeremy Spencer were the true originals. The line up you are talking about didn't happen until mid 70's - a mere 47 years ago!!!!

Your post, Beekay, seemed to get swallowed up in the effort to put Loppy's problems with posting right. But it touched me. I think when you get older you do get more reflective and feel you should have done things you didn't, but you have to remember that circumstances at the time and indeed one's own self-confidence were very different 40/50 years ago. And East Sussex is a very nice address to have. It was good to hear that you and your Mrs weathered your own particular storm; it's not easy in difficult circumstances. Be proud of yourselves. Wishing you both the very best.

Wow, well done MargieH. I was aware of some of them but the knowledge you have is impressive.

I remember a song called The Golden Vanity A ship I have got in the north country And she goes by the name of the Golden Vanity Oh, I fear she will be taken by the Spanish Galilee as she sails in the lowlands low The low lands, low As she sails in the low lands low. Also The Wraggle Taggle Gypsies Three gypsies stood at the castle gate They sang so high, they sang so low The lady sate in her chamber late Her heart it melted away as snow It was an exceptionally poignant tale about a lady on her honeymoon who was

Hmm, I thought that; but surely if you are treating Covid patients you are not treating anybody else so surely the Covid staff are a select bunch anyway. Also, if that is the case why did they build the Nightingale's anyway?

Why don't they use the especially built Nightingale Hospitals for Covid patients and then the usual hospitals would be freed up for the other patients' need without fear. Just a thought.

Whether to stay in Dorset............how to get a milk churn to Nottingham. It's quite refreshing to hear different problems!!

Thanks Loppy and DJ for your thoughtful words. The group were called Orphan. Oh, Mr Lugs This comment did make me laff.

360 Club, Bulwell, 1971. Liked the look of him the minute I saw him, and what he did with that violin bass, cor. Was he interested in me - nope. Great group though so me and my mate became their groupies - but only in the way of going to see them wherever they played. Won the shy bassist over when he got to know me! Married, moved to Cromford had 2 daughters. Left us much too young in 1999.

Fab photo. I'd forgotten Ideal Homes but I remember Pettit's which would only have been a few doors away. Sold pet foods/hardware sort of stuff.

Just thinking about the word scullery no longer being in use; I'm a wondering if the next defunct words are going to be spare bedroom - it seems to be being rapidly replaced by 'study'.

Admin, sorry i'm 15 years late in replying but I've only just come across this thread. I think the shop you are thinking of is Vicki Fashions. I remember buying buying a kipper tie dress there in the late 60s. It was orange and the tie was silky psychadelic - hey, it was trendy at the time!

Neil by any chance?

Ooh, don't know how to PM

Ha, ha, Beekay, guess where I now live!

Hey lad, you can tell yo don't live local no more with your fancy Sussex ways!

I've just found this topic so got to share this one with you - I know you'll all get it. Nottingham people call Brussell Sprouts nobby greens, right (I think it's pretty unique). Well once our mam sent me off to BP Greengrocers to get a bag of them, "hey, aah Janet bring me a nob of baggy greens. It still makes me smile. I've told many people who then give me that "back to the ward, dear" look. I guess if you're not from round 'ere it dunna make sense.

Thank heavens there aren't any films of Victoria Centre's early days. When I first went there it was chucking it down of rain outside so I had a brolly, having walked from the Lace Market where I had just started working - and in my defence indoor shopping was brand new - so there I was having a goz at all that was going on still with said brolly up - oh, how ridiculous I felt when the Taylor Woodrow workers pointed out that "it wasn't raining inside, love". My favourite shop was a hippy boutique upstairs called I'll Leave It.

Oh, Radford Red, you do make me laugh.

Back in the 80s I was living in Cromford, Derbyshire. If any of you know that part of the world you'll doubtless know the wonderful book shop there. If you don't know it, they mainly sell second hand books. Well I was working there (Thatcher's time so needed two jobs to help pay the 16% mortgage rate) and one day a customer came in and asked about antiquarian (rare) books. "Oh, yes", says I airily pointing him in the direction of the books relating to fish and aquariums.....oops.

I'm talking beginning of the 70's when I was late teens. My bit older bruv was in Elliott House - I'm assuming you went to Fairham Comp