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#79 katyjay. See #63. I'll play you Mr Tambourine Man next time you are over.

Another one of mam's sayings, about cooking - 'When it's brown it's done, when it's black it's boggered'.

As topless bathing is allowed on English beaches, will it be allowed in Slab square? After all, we men are in favour of feminine equal opportunities.

They would be a prelatrix. katyjay. When in America once I mentioned the timescale 'fortnight'. What's a fortnight was the response.

I thought I would have a go at starting a new topic. In our lives we sometimes come across something that we cannot understand, like the example below, or the understanding of the answer to a cryptic crossword clue, or the reason why something in the past did or didn't happen. Another example might be 'what was that film where so-and-so played a .....' . I'll start the ball rolling with a popular riddle from many years ago that I never got my head around: Three people go for a meal in a restaurant. The bill comes to thirty pounds. They each give the waiter ten pounds. The waiter realises

If someone was showing fear or anxiety, mam would say they had nerves like chewed string.

How do you put a piece of music - an MP3 file on my computer - on to a thread page?

Mick2me. If that is the Welsh national anthem (Bulwell version) then I am thinking of the wrong tune. The one in my mind has the words 'Wales, Wales, land of....' or something like that. They sing it at rugby matches. Ayupmeducks. Thanks for the words of the American one, but hope that they don't have to sing it all the way through. Bilbraborn. I know she is, but that doesn't make it right in my thinking. She isn't even ancestrally English.

I think our National Anthem is miserable - miserable tune and miserable lyrics. It praises a person, not the country and its people. All this will change when we are a republic. By far the best I have heard is the Welsh anthem, the American one is good, too. As for playing anthems at sporting events, I think there should be a universal anthem, either for all sports or each sport having its own anthem. Play it once and its over with.

#25 Were, Malissa, WERE!! I'll come clean, no female ever swooned over me, and that's a fact.

Me again, in my late twenties. C'mon ladies, swoooooon!

#38 Benjamin. Is Marlow's chippy the one opposite St Aidan's church. If so I remember getting a bowl-full of chips often from there when I stayed with my grandparents in Cheltenham Street. This was at the back end of the war or just after. It is still there, and if it still sells chips then it must be the longest-established chippy in Nottingham.

#11 katyjay. Yes. Mam sent it to him in India and he coloured it with his Kodak photo-colouring tints. I still have the book of tints.

OK Smiffy. Here I am in May 1943, with my front teeth missing!

I'm not changing mine. It proves what I have been saying about me being the spitting image of Errol Flynn in his prime!

Ref # 39 & 41. The thread Nottingham Bands in the 60s, item #42 has the answer. It was Alan Roper.

ref #39. Have heard that the singer used to be with the band at the Commodore in the early sixties. Anyone remember his name?

My first record that I bought was a 78 rpm - Dean Martin singing When You're Smiling. Still got it. This was 1953; records by British artists on Decca and Parlaphone cost five shillings. Those with American artists - Capitol, Brunswick and Phillips cost five and sixpence halfpenny. The best record shop in those days was Hindley's on Clumber Street; long established. In fact I have a Graphaphone cylinder-record machine bought from there by my dad's aunt - she emigrated to America in 1923 and its been in the family ever since. If you were into classical music then Farmers was the best bet. Top

#126. Reminds me of the Le Cave restaurant I once went to in Toulouse. It was on Rue de Quatre Bastard. I wonder who that unfortunate quartet were? Not the French word for illegitimacy, but there it was.

I saw Frankie Laine there in July 1975, or 1976, can't remember which year. Who was the compere/singer in the first half of the show?

#21 Paulus. I remember well Frederici's ice cream being sold outside the gates of the infants/junior boys gate at William Crane school in the early 1950s. It was from a horse and cart (two large wheels) and was inhabited by a rather large, foreign-looking, swarthy lady. When the lads took the mickey out of her she would lean out of the window and lash out with her whip. Women do this nowadays, so I'm told, but under different circumstances!

I used to play on the linoleum when I was young.

One of the very best rock and roll instrumentals is THE BEAT by the Rocking Rs (London label) If I can find a way of putting it into the thread, I will.

Still in the same area, up until the late 1940s at the bottom of Bells Lane, Cinder Hill, there was an embankment between Tilbury Rise and the railway crossing. Along the top of the embankment were a line of large oak trees, behind which was Burchell's farm field. All this was cleared to build four shops, divided by a road leading in to the houses built on the field. My cousin Denis was a bricklayer on the site. The builders were Bosworth. Just over the crossing, on the downslope to the then small island where the trolley busses turned round, was a small hut-like shop/store run by a man named

Two of the old comedians that I liked were Rob Wilton (radio. 'The day the war broke out...'), and a Scot named Chick Murray (early TV) . Chick was as droll as they came, everything told with a very straight face and very effective. He used to state the obvious in his patter, but in a way that was amusing. The modern lot who cavort at that London theatre are just awful. Note that audience are all young - they would not know good humour if it kicked them up the backside. Same goes for Mock the Week and other puerile TV shows. One comic actor that never let you down was Will Hay, especially wh