Chulla

I have noticed that a picture I posted showing Nottstalgians at the November meet-up has disappeared, replaced with a notice saying 'Sorry, this person moved or deleted this image'. Oh no I didn't. Does anyone know why/how this happened? I have checked my Photobucket library and the image is still there.

Melissa's instructions should be good - God will be guiding her hand. lol

Commo. Photobucket is an image-storage facility (what they sometimes call a 'cloud') It stores the images you put into it and allows you to post them on such things as Notstalgia. To get on to it just Google 'Photobucket' and sign up and away you go as instructed above.

Members are still having problems in trying to post images with their messages - you don't have to tell me how frustrating it is; took me ages to get the hang of it. As the saying goes, once you get the hang of it, it becomes easy. The following is how I put images in my postings. I have Windows 7; I assume that other programmes will be the same with regard to posting images. This is how to do it from scratch, step by step: There are other ways of doing this but I think the one most members use is Photobucket. Perhaps members who use a different system might like to do what I am doing and giv

I'm sitting here, mid nuts and liquorice, Full to the brim, nowt did I miss. Found some room for Christmas pud, Thanks Mrs Chulla, the food was good. On the tele nowt but crap, Every year junk and pap. Why do they think we want to see, Such seasonal dross on our TV Like the bears we should hibernate, 'Till January 2, my favourite date. Then back to normal with news at six, Routines familiar, I'll give it some ticks. Makes no difference I'll acclaim, Next year will be the same No matter we cry and bawl, What can we do about it? - sod all!

There's is a Christmas tradition observed by many people in Britain and America, and one that was observed by me last night in Nottingham at 5:15 pm at the Broadway Cinema. As with the last few years there the film being shown, by popular request, was It's a Wonderful Life. Mrs, Miss and Mr Chulla went there three years ago, but this time I was alone. Alone that is except for the nearly-full main auditorium of people who appreciate that this is one of the finest films ever made, and certainly the most popular. Most I suspect were there like me having seen it before but wanted to spend Christma

Keep smiling, catfan. Just remember the joke I told you and Sue in Wetherspoon's last week - about the man in hospital who had had a leg amputated. The surgeon went to see him lying in his bed and told him 'I have some bad news and some good news' . The man said 'Tell me the bad news'. The surgeon said 'We have taken the wrong leg off'. 'Oh no', said the man, 'what's the good news'. 'The other leg is getting better', said the surgeon.

#20. I know 'Dave the shave' Marriott. Like me, a jazz and motorcycle enthusiast. I see him now and then.

Now then Bubblewrap. Obscene-speaking - note the hyphen. Your way it's an obscene, speaking woman.

Lou the Jew did woo and shoo Sue through a Kew queue. Too few rue the hullabaloo. The ado, on cue, drew two ewe to view a new hue of blue dew on Crewe zoo tattoo of Peru igloo, to renew or review a stew or brew of new glue, and undo a pew screw you knew a canoe crew did chew, spew, and poo-poo a clue that flew askew due to Pru who slew anew a taboo jackaroo.

Agree Denshaw. When I was in Bulwell Wetherspoons yesterday, I heard an obscene-speaking woman talking to her friend in a loud voice. Didn't seem to mind that I was sitting across from her.

Wish I could get two inches! - (I've always wanted to be 6 foot).

#69. Yes, Bastard is an old English surname. Think those with it liked it to be pronounced B'stard.

I didn't mention the green stone as I would have expected Melissa to know that, but I do wonder if the Irish ancestry, and the Emerald Isle description of that island was the reason for the middle name. That's my view, probably a jaded one! Our maternal grandfather was named Evelyn Ethelbert. No wonder he preferred 'Ted'.

Er, Melissa you are not going to like this. My Annandale's Concise English Dictionary says that the word Jade means, wait for it, 'an old mare, poor or worn-out horse; a mean or vile woman, a hussy'. Bet you wish you had been called Jane, now. lol Moral. Look before you leap!

No, no. Melissa would run into the back of you trying to read it. lol

A couple of years ago we stayed at the Crowne Plaza hotel in Pensacola, Florida. This is a beautiful old railway station building now transformed into the lobby/reception area and restaurant - the rooms are a modern extension. The railway still runs right beside the hotel and serves the dock area of the town. The trains are a sight to be seen. I saw seven locos pulling a train at least a mile long. The trains often had low flat-beds each with two full-size containers; one on top of the other. The tracks pass right through the town necessitating the continuous use of the warning whistle/chime.

Now that car tax discs are on the way out, maybe we could replace them with a Nottstalgia clinger. How to come up with a suitable design, though - perhaps a plain-looking N tilted to one side; there's an idea!

Don't tell me, don't tell me!! You pee in and throw it over the driver in front who is causing the traffic jam.

Further to my #14, another occasion when I experienced a marvellous railway moment. I was at the South Rim of the Grand Canyon on a beautiful bright blue-sky day. A steam train ran excursions from katyjayville the sixty-odd miles to the canyon, hauled by a Baldwin locomotive. The train arrives into the station via a bend; it not being seen until the final few hundred yards. At about a mile from the station the driver begins sounding the whistle, just like the ones we heard in the old films. He don't half give it some welly; giving short and long blasts all the way up to the station. The sound

#1585. A-ha. When the shilling expired and the lights went out, mam used to say 'Where was Moses when the lights went out' So that's where it came from. A couple of her other sayings. 'Get your elbows off the table!' And if there was nothing left (of food or whatever) she would say 'Not a skerrick'. I never knew what a skerrick was. Perhaps one of the Basford sayings.

A bit of Christmas cheer! Hope it works.

#15 Cliff Ton. There could well be posts written by those miniscule Nottstalgians, if they were literate. If they went to Arnold County High School then I doubt it. But if they went to the William Crane Academy For Young Gentlemen then they would be. Laetitia Servire - ra!, ra!, ra!.

In living memory there was a time when we did not know of what we call quantum mechanics - things smaller than the atom. Who is to say, therefore, that we will not eventually see things more tiny than the sub-atomic particles we now know. Here's something profound for the deep-thinking Nottstalgians to go to sleep on. Imagine you have an incredibly powerful microscope, more powerful than today's electron microscopes. Imagine that you pointed it at a dark corner of your room, say, where the skirting-boards meet. You would see dust and dirt and much more than natural sight would reveal. You lo

In my opinion most of the Broadmarsh shops should be demolished - just leave the area where BHS is. Everything else should be rebuilt as an area of narrow traffic-free streets, with the original entrance to Broad Marsh (where Dunns used to be) reinstated. The shops (no high-rise) should be built with traditional brick frontages and of traditional design, to give the area something of a bygone look. This would allow Drury Hill to be rebuilt as one of the in-roads.