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Thanks Mick2me for sorting that, I'll try to be more careful in future! Katyjay, I was at Raleigh too for 16 years, working in the QC labs under Bob Flint & Dave Harris. I think Cliff(?) O'Dell was the overall exec for us. Many memories, especially the smell & noise & vibrations as we walked along the main corridor from Faraday Rd entrance up to the Electroplating Shop at the far end. We didn't have computers in the labs during my time, everything was recorded in notebooks and ledgers. But I do remember one of the lads coming back from town one lunchtime, having bought "one of the

Doh....!!!! What have I done here? Can somebody who knows what they're doing put this in the right place please - Raleigh I suppose?

A new Raleigh website went "live" this week. Contains lots of interviews with ex-employees and loads of previously unseen photographs taken by them. Also press cuttings and memorabilia. For once there are contributions from people across all departments, not just the shopfloor/Alan Sillitoe viewpoint. Apologies if someone else has loaded this up elsewhere (didn't check!) Here's the link (hope it works) http://new.iworkedatraleigh.com/

I was at Fairham Comp 61-66 (an all boys school at that time), having failed a "test" that I eventually came to realise was the 11+. Only one lad at my junior school (Greencroft) passed and went on to the High School. Several of the girls went on to Clifton Hall Grammar. At Fairham the first 3 classes of each year were referred to as the Grammar Stream, reflecting the fact, I suppose, that we were the "11+ near misses". There were 13 of us from Greencroft in the top class in the first year, so Mr Bailey must have been doing something right! I got 6 "O" levels, but due to family circumstances d

Elms Infants 1955-58. My first day I remember going over to a sand pit that stood on four legs like a table, except it was more of a large red metal "trough". I don't remember the teacher saying I should do it, and the kids already there told me to clear off! My mum was a bit of a reader, so, like some others have said, I could read before I went to school. As a result, me and one or two others got access to the Beatrix Potter books that were kept in the Headmistress's room - only once a week though. Outside, on the way up from Cranmer Street, was a large grassy area and off to the side near

I've never received an obviously opened letter or card, but talk about our postal service going downhill - 10 days before her birthday, I ordered some perfume as a present for my wife from a company in Germany (it was £15 cheaper than town shops even with p&p). It arrived THREE days later by courier, plus I got an email telling me the 1hr timeslot in which it would be delivered, and that was spot on too. Our daughter, who like us lives in Nottingham, posted a birthday card two days before her mum's birthday and it also arrived three days later - but one day too late!! As for cost of a stam

We've been in both the new pubs on Friar Lane - Ned Ludd & Crafty Crow - both overpriced, but handy for The Park people, so maybe that's why! The Ned Ludds ok, but I won't be going back to the Crafty Crow. It's all very well not stocking beers from the mainstream brewers, but only if what you do serve matches or betters their product. Personally, I'm fed up of pubs boasting of having six or more real ales on the bar only to find when I get there that they're all variants on the very pale, overhopped stuff. The Trent Navigation (Navigation Brewery) on Meadow Lane and The Organ Grinder (Blu

Sorry, ignore last post, cut & paste a problem. Just found this - your post re Belvedere - 19 October 2010 - 10:03 AM Albert Whitehead ran it,Marilyn was his girl friend.Free entrance packed it out after the pubs shut.Licence was 10.30 but they served lager and cider after hours...well Carlsberg 2% rubbish and apple crush,but the ****heads didn't know the difference after a night in the pubs.Bowls of peas and curry flew out.Through the air too sometimes.Best toilets in Nottingham if you were wearing wellies. Glad to see my memory's not playing tricks after all - we could get a "drink",

Ok. My memory's not so bad after all - we could get a "drink", albeit watered down, after 10.30.

OK poohbear if you say so. I'm talking early 1967 and I would've thought any jazz club worthy of the name would be open after 10.30 on a Friday night. Obviously I must have been too p'd to notice the time!

Thanks for this Compo. It was shown early last year at The Lakeside (Nott'm University) as part of the Saturday Night Sunday Morning exhibition being held at the time. The audience was a mix of older St Anns (pre-demolition) and current, younger residents. When the film had finished, most comments came from the older people, most of whom, like posters on here, said things were not as bad as the film showed. But demolition didn't start until late'69 early '70 and many houses owned by private landlords, having been under threat of demolition for some years, were not all properly maintained as a

#21 - The Belvedere was upstairs in The Windmill, corner of Pilcher & Fletcher Gates. The only way to get a drink after normal closing time (10.30 those days) was if you were eating. So mushy peas was the Belvedere's way of serving drinks 'til late. The first time I met my future wife was in the Bodega one Friday night & I was very impressed by the fact that when chucking out time was called, she knew to go to the Belvedere so that we could get another drink (or three). You only had to buy the peas once, not with every pint! (and the jazz sounded ok too by that time).

The Castle is £5.50 for non-city residents, but even city residents pay £1. This used to include entry to Brewhouse Yard Museum (behind the Trip to Jerusalem) but that's now closed most of the time. Like other posters have said, the Castle grounds hold many memories of courting and days out with the kids, or just somewhere to sit and spend a quiet hour away from the City Centre. By the way - closed on Mondays! Wollaton Hall is free entry, but parking is a minimum of £2. I don't mind that, because you get the run of the beautiful parklands too. If you've not been for a while, you now get acces

I used to go home for dinner when I was at Fairham Comp, and if time was tight I used to get the bus back for the afternoon session. Invariably it would be a 61a from opposite the Winning Post pub, and more often than not it was a cranky old WBUDC bus that arrived at the stop. A lot of kids used to catch it and most headed upstairs to sit on the 4 or 5 seater bench seats that the buses were kitted out with. One of the older lads (no names!) used to come around and collect everybody's fare, so that when the conductor came along he could ask for something like 20+ tickets. The tickets were prin

Nice one Michael. If ever Riverdance need a sub for Flattley, this is the man for the job!

#1 TGC - I think the sax guy is great, but I can't stand the pan pipe Peruvians that used to pop up all over the city centre. The best ever busker I saw was back in the '90s on a Saturday afternoon somewhere near C&A. He played an electric violin and used effects pedals to build up a really complex backing to the violin. He did U2's "Without you" and it brought tears to my eyes, it sounded so heart-rending. I've never forgotten it. When I got to work on the Monday I mentioned it and one of the girls knew who it was - Ed Alleyne Johnson - who she said often played with the band New Model

Emmet Clock story now on BBC Local pages: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-nottinghamshire-26145269

Colly #11, reminds me of Fairham Comp days. Other ex Comps on here will confirm that if Mr Riddell (Fred) was in charge of assembly and someone caused him offence (and he always found at least one), there would follow a right rigmarole. Once the other masters had left, he'd point into the massed throng and say "you boy" to the astonishment of the innocent party. "Turn to your left. Now touch the boy behind you on the shoulder" etc, etc, until he'd spent a couple of minutes navigating his way to his intended victim, who would be told "I saw you yawning during prayers" (or some other minor misd

I got up to page 6 and didn't see this one, sorry if it's in later. If we were rushing our meal to get out and play, our mum used to tell us to "stop golloppin' yer food!" At other times, if we asked what was for tea, it would be "run rahnd table". My dad had a word he picked up in N.Africa in WW2 that he used if he wanted us to do things quicker - Himshi! Probably politically incorrect now.

When we were kids, around ten years old, we'd sometimes get the bus into town from Clifton on a Saturday just to have a walk round the shops. I remember my mate and his brother getting really excited one time, insisting we went into Burtons. They seemed to know their way around the shelves, maybe they'd been in with their mum, and took me into what must have been the "exotics" section. There, they started pointing at some of the jars - chocolate covered ants and other insects (forget which now). What a laugh! If you miss the smell, try a walk through Flying Horse Walk and hang around outside

#13 - Great footage Davidw. Thanks for posting it. Like Commo, I'd forgotten the state the pitch could get into, but it was unusual for the City Ground & we're spoilt these days, it's like a snooker table year round. I once (only once!) went to a game at the Baseball Ground, what a mess that was, and Cloughie used to ask for it to be watered before a game whatever state it was in. There's been some re-runs of the old ITV Sunday afternoon football programmes with Brian Moore in the chair. They showed a Reds game that was played when most others had been called off because of snow & i

Re #135 and the PTP photo of the Greyhound. That's just as I remember the area, and the Blue Star Garage I mentioned was a little further to the left. Traffic turned off Arkwright St onto London Road in front of the garage. And, of course, traffic now comes onto London Rd via the (only slightly) widened road to the right of the Greyhound pub (now the Globe) in the PTP photo.

Well said, Lizzie M. There's a great photo of Joe B, almost horizontal in mid-air, shooting for goal in front of the Trent End late '60s. I can remember hearing on the radio that Johnny Carey had signed him for Forest from Arsenal & couldn't believe it, but there he was on the pitch at the next home game. Zigger Zagger, Zigger Zagger, Joe-Ba-ker!

Meltonstilton - I don't know about that, but he didn't take me again. Many years later, in the '80s, I took him to a Forest v Notts game in the old County Cup. Forest murdered 'em, but only won 1 or 2-0. It was just after Dave Needham switched to Forest from Notts I think. Dad was very quiet afterwards. He was a lifelong Notts fan and pined for the old Lawton years! David W - yes McKenzie was a dream of a player. If memory serves, he was the chief destroyer of Man City in the first ever Sunday afternoon game. I think it was the FA Cup and the Reds (2nd Div) beat City (1st Div) 4-0 at the City

Bump. When we were kids at Clifton we often went down the Grove and walked down to Fairham Brook's outlet into the Trent. The sandy bank often extended to midstream in a dry summer and there are tales of people walking all the way across the river at this point. We never saw it done! At other times we'd wade into the brook upstream of the A453 at Silverdale and paddle through the tunnel under the road and all the way to the Trent. We'd pull up flat stones to catch Bullheads (Millers' Thumbs) and keep them in a jam jar only to let them go later in the day. Once, at the point where there's a