Chulla

Sorry, Ian, I can't remember them.

Whoever it was I think he must have been an inmate in a mental home. Other than that I think it might have been one of Les Dawson's monologues with the humorous punchline missing.

All except those that fell on stony ground, Margie.

I must say I like the look of the Singer Le Mans, with its leather straps holding down the bonnet. Better than an MG. A chap who lived near us when I was young, Mr Charlton, had one of those SS Jaguars.

Apologies, I should not have used the word 'fulsome'. I meant to mean in an open and detailed manner.

Dad sent me to the Sunday School at Cinder Hill. I remember the lay preacher was a man named Albert. BORING! I soon tired of that and instead went to play across the road on Cinder Hill park.

Nor did their anal passages.

The image below is of the fastest fighter aircraft in World War Two- 600 mph. It was powered by a rocket engine that used hydrogen peroxide mixed with water as its fuel. No doubt HP enabled you, carni, to make a fast getaway from lads whose chat-up line wasn't favourable.

And I wish you well, Banjo. My oncologist told me that if you had to have cancer, the best one is prostate because they have many alternative treatments. My experience was different to yours. When it was confirmed that I did have PC, my attitude was 'Oh well, let's see how it goes'. The biopsy was straight forward. A camera and a snipper was inserted up me back-end and he took ten samples, only half of which I felt, as a pin prick. No radiotherapy for me as the cancer has broken out of the prostate (metasticised) and spread. Warning! don't leave it too late before getting you

Thanks for the encouragement. Of concern is the fact that my PSA score is now higher than when I was first diagnosed four years ago (not three years as I previously said). This did not seem to bother the oncologist, who said it was not unusual. He said that they had a number of treatments to try, but for the time being he just changed the steroid, and said he would see me in 12 weeks time. So doesn't seem to be any urgency. On the positive side my nails have grown back and my hair is coming back nicely. I like it when my appointments are in the 11 to 12 o'clock period because I ca

Salmson was one of those companies that manufactured aero-engines - a sign of a quality engineering. Others, of course, were Rolls-Royce, Bristol, Alvis, Armstrong Siddeley, Wolseley, Napier and Bentley. Have to admit, I cannot remember seeing one of those streamline Rovers.

Saw the oncologist today - a different registrar. On the PSA score front the news is not so good, as the figure is now 220; up 72 points in thirteen days. Had a CT scan and a bone scan in the last week or so. CT scan result was OK; bone scan showed no new areas of cancer in my bones but a slight worsening in existing cancer areas. He told me that he would put me on a course of radium treatment - six injections at one a month. I told him that I had already had had two of them. Puzzled look. Have had no after-effects from the radium treatments. After consulting with the boss he

Looks like you have got to put your overcoat on and your wellies. And don't forget the jerry needs emptying.

Is that the outside lav at the bottom of your garden, carni? Wrap a rug 'round you when you go.

Now then, CT. You have gone off-topic and dragged others with you. I thought you frowned on that sort of thing.

I don't know whether you think the same as me, but illustrations of flowers always look better than photographs of them. Because of the favourable response to the flower cards, I will post all 50 of them. When I have done that, and finished the motor cars, I will give it a rest until next year.

I was talking to NBL at the meeting and he was telling me that for his car, or that of someone he knows (can't remember), a replacement wing mirror was £600. Loppy. Today's exchange rate is $1.38 to the £

They are absolutely charming and delightful, carni. As it happens, there will be a Bulwell Festival again this year and a booklet will be published and sold containing poems by local people. We have been invited to submit a couple of poems for which an illustrator will draw suitable and relevant images.

Ever since, rhubarb hasn't tasted the same.

I had day-release once a week from work to go to People's College. This was 1955. It was in the building on the left of the photo, as you say. Next to it was an old building, or the wall of one, and the old street nameplate was still attached. It said Canaan Street. From there we moved to the old Cutts building almost at the bottom of Sherwood Street.

Some wild flowers for the ladies.

It was one night in 1965, in the restaurant in Severns on Middle Pavement, that Chulla slipped the engagement ring on the finger of the future Mrs Chulla. Aaaah, get yer snot-rags out, wipe your eyes and blow your nose.