AlanB

If ever I hurt myself my Mum would say "you'll die after it." Then she'd explain that because it had already happened, I couldn't die before it.

A Hillman Hunter. I asked my brother to look for a car for me since he allegedly knew about them. The first thing I discovered about it was when I filled up the petrol tank the fuel started leaking out of a hole part way up the tank. The seller had left it with only a little fuel to hide this fault! I had numerous problems with the engine overheating whenever I did a long journey, if the AA had had a blacklist I would have been on it. My brother and I even changed the engine for a replacement one from a scrapyard because the original engine seized up. Eventually I met the love of my life, who

I believe so.

Yes, me too, maybe it was the baldness and the moustache but I always thought he was near retirement age so I was surprised when someone on this thread a few years ago said he was still alive! I recall he was the only teacher (well apart from the Headmaster) who wore his academic gown in lessons. He also ran the stamp club which I was a member of.

I was told this by an old schoolfriend who organised a reunion in 2019. Mr Jacob was there and it was a pleasure to meet up with him again. He was still mentally sharp too, and said he remembered me (from 45 years ago!). Sad he's gone, but most of us would be more than happy to reach that age with our mind still intact. He was quite a character.

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I don't think it was a children's home though, at least not in the 1960s, it was more an outpost of St Ann's Hospital.

Amazing it's still there. It was 50 years ago when I used to frequent it!

There was the Kardomah on King Street. My Dad worked in an office a few doors away and used to take us there.

I was into stamp collecting as a teenager and I used to go to the stamp shop near to the Theatre Royal. I don't supposes it's still there?

I had an auntie and uncle who took their children to Mablethorpe every year. A B & B and a chalet on the seafront. Kids playing on the beach and adults in the chalet brewing tea and reading the newspaper. At least my parents took us to different British seaside resorts (no holidays abroad though, I had to wait until I was married for that). I can't think of anything more boring than Mablethorpe every summer. Day trips yes, but EVERY year for a week??

This brings back memories of when I grew up in Wollaton. I used to get the E6, I think it was, to Bilborough Grammar School until I got a cycle permit. I think there was a C6 and F9 went through Wollaton too, the F9 went through the village and the C6 and B2 (?) along Russell Drive. Another bus turned down Bramcote Lane and I if I got on that one I had to walk from the library to Goodwood Road instead of just walking round the corner if I got the others. The bus tickets all had a three digit number on and there was a craze of trying to collect all the numbers, I was desperate to ge

I remember the Batman cards. And Bazooka Joe bubblegum. Once my brother, who was only very young, bought a few packets of Bazooka Joe and found that there were no cards in them. He decided to write a letter to the company and his punchline, as only a young child could write, was "if you keep doing this, people will not buy your bubble gum any more." He received a dozen packets of bubble gum for his trouble!

Was it Pearson's that used to have a large music section and sold Hammond and other organs? My Dad used to love going in there to browse and he eventually bought an organ of his own (second hand though, not from Pearsons). I remember Selectadisc too, I bought quite a few albums from there. Also I remember the man who worked in menswear at the Co Op. He had the mannerisms of Mr Humphries in Are You Being Served! Another shop I remember was the first supermarket to open at the far end of the Victoria Centre, I think it was called Scan (?). I had a Saturday job

I'm surprised there isn't a thread for this school (or the secondary school for that matter). I was at Fernwood Junior between 1963 and 1967, my parents moved to Wollaton from West Hallam (the other side of Ilkeston) so I was late coming into my year group. I remember the headmaster was Mr Whittaker, and many years later we bumped into him outside the Camelia House in Wollaton Park. He used to come and give us special lessons called "verbal reasoning" and what we didn't realise was that this was actually coaching for the 11 Plus. It succeeded because out of a class of 33 all but one person got