PeverilPeril

Just found this thread and enjoyed it - thanks Merthyr Imp. Had to stop theatre and cinema going 30 years ago when I went deaf. Just been fitted with the latest cochlear implant processor, so As an experiment, on Friday, I went to see the Russian ballet troupe performing Swan Lake at the gate House Stafford. Could not hear the music very well but it was a wonderful experience. I could 'see' the music and my memory helped link bits together.

Agree RR. Quite like the old leather works conversions and that area facing the rowing clubs. The ones pictured by CT are £300k + ~ £4K pa maintenance. Bread and Lard Island? Nah

The only place that would tempt me back to Nottingham is Trent Bridge. A nice apartment overlooking the Trent. Just a walk away from fishing or doing a bit of indoor rowing and drinking at one of the boat clubs. Not old enough to settle for an apartment yet though.

Hey Ian - I lived in Aspley when I was a new born babe. Decided to leave when I was one year old.

Great post Ado64 .. I have been trying to remember the bike shop on Arkwright St - Andy Bone, Built racing bikes.

Doubt if there were 2 squadrons Chulla but would trust your memory better than mine. I do remember using Hayden Rd to get there so it would have been the Perry Rd school. Trying to remember the WO's name who I partnered at badminton? My pal Brian Gell introduced me to the ATC. He went on loads of ops but I was denied the chance due to poor eyesight, so I left. Very disappointed at the time.

I was in the ATC 54/6 at Haydn Rd. Had a good badminton court.

Been to Chestnut Grove Hospital a few times as an accident prone kid in the 40's. Dart in the head. Wrist slashed on barbed wire. Hand ripped on sharp edge left by 'wartime effort' railings removal. Whole face badly damaged while skating down the 'death track' on the Forest. (Mam fainted when I got home looking like a mummy). I remember that hospital very well! .

Yes, the bike racks - never had to lock the bikes up then! Where has all that honesty gone? Never had any money but stealing was quite rare.

The picture of the Grand reminded me of the days when us kids went to the Grand Club on Saturday afternoons. I liked queuing up in the long entrance hall that had mirrors on both sides and you could see your reflected reflections go on for ever. Fascinated me as did my kaleidoscope. This was the mid/late 40's when the Grand was a bit posher than the Boulevard (Bughole). I later went to Palin St youth club where we had badminton and dances. Great days. My mum spent a lot of time at the library and I tagged along. Like Jill I remember the smell of polished wood and of the silence. Bet you rememb

I don't like moaning old people and most of them are younger than me! (78 today) I am so lucky to have lived during the period of most change on this planet. Change is inevitable otherwise we cannot adjust and we will die. We must embrace change and be firm with the bad and negative bits. If we look back at our youth in the 40's and 50's, life was no harder or easier than it is for today's youth. It is just different. Totally different. Food rationing, being hungry, often cold and dads at war caused stress that we learnt to manage. Today's youth probably have similar

There were a lot of derelict properties in the 40's. All of the Aspley Place area behind the Alma was derelict as was two shops on Alfreton Rd below the Koinor. The shops backed on to Peveril St. Me and two lads from Ortzen St., broke into one and found a cellar with some coal in it. It was a very cold winters day so we took some coal upstairs and using stripped wallpaper and laths built a fire in the middle of the floor. A WOODEN FLOOR! Bleddy hell! It really got going fast and we could not get to the shop front to escape. We could not break out of the back door either, so went upstairs and c

#60 the paper shop on the corner of Lake St was Parkers. The sweet shop on Peveril St was Godwards. Johnny Parker and Beryl Godward were in our gang. Weeks before bonfire night we would raid the Gadd St mob for their bonfire rubbish. All the streets were cobbled and no one had a car. Opposite to Godwards sweet shop there was an air raid shelter with derelict houses behind.

It's a small world Oztalgian. Arthur was a wily old fox. It took me a while to realise that the cups of tea and chats were his way of doing market research and finding out what the competition were up to. Learnt to keep me trap shut. His area sales engineers from the 60's went on to form their own design and toolmaking companies. Harold Hales, Mick Simms, Denis White, Reg Lees, Harry Proctor? etc. I almost ended up in Adelaide as a toolmaker! Was turned down as a 'ten pound Pom' at the last minute due to health insurance probs. I visited Adelaide a few years ago to see my mate John Rusht

#8 Yes I visited SA Monk and Preconomy every month during the 60's. Got to know Tony Monk and Arthur Millward quite well over the years. Firstly as a tech rep for High Grade Steels (RAB1 mould steel) and then as sales manager for DMS. I supplied about a dozen companies in that area.

#105 Jill, Good genes will help good health, but it is only part of the story. As I see it, regular exercise is a free insurance policy against future poor health and age related problems. Exercise is a medicine for just about anything. I sincerely believe that I am enjoying a legacy that has been built up by decades of cycling and other activities. I lapsed between my mid 40's to mid 50's and became very unfit and overweight but came back to compete at cycling and rowing. It's never to late to take stock and to re adjust our lifestyle. Even those with good genes will suffer the consequen

Simple regime for me these days - row 10K+ before breakfast and then eat and drink what I like. Out fly fishing all day tomorrow so i'll row 20K on Wed. Good bp, cholesterol and no signs on diebetes. No tablets and always happy

£97/10/- yes, ninety seven pounds ten shilling a year for me when I started at the ROF in 1953.

Just looked at that streetview of Bulwell and noticed a building called Stevenson House. My pal Mick Stevenson used to live just about there in the 40's 50's, Just wondering if there is a connection? He now lives in Brittany and we meet up quite often.

Thanks for the pic of the Spread Eagle CT. The Spread had a yard at the back entered from Peveril St. Ian - my grandparents and several aunties and uncles lived in the house on the left of the Spread until the late 50's. I used to fetch beer with an enamel jug for Granddad. It was served from a hatch in the back yard of the Spread. Spent a lot of my childhood there. The houses had stone staircases and big cellars.

Mrs PP learnt the basics of cookery at grammar school (West Bridgeford) and produces wonderful meals. Some of her great dinners are surprisingly cheap. It does not cost much to eat well. Laziness and lack of education or upbringing are the reasons she says - and I have to agree with that. I hear loads of excuses for convenience foods - to busy, no time, to tired. Well, we have been though the mill of both working (me all sorts of hours) and having kids but we always had good cooked meals and sat at the table together when I was at home. Meal time gave us time to talk and to be a real family. A

Red oil lamps left around holes in the road as a warning.

Yes, Ray Booty ('The Boot') was a good mate. Rode with him and his brother Gordon a fair bit. Also met up for ice skating and jazz clubbing back in the 50's/60's. As well as being the best all round cyclist he was a gentleman and a very interesting, intelligent person. Last met him about 15 years ago when I was riding the championship 100 on the Fosse. He was the first man to ride 100 miles in less than 4 hours and he was quite amused that I had waited until I was 62, 45 years later, before doing the same. lol RobL's dad Nick Loasby was the photographer of all things cycling and mus

Thanks Mr & Mrs Catfan. Great pictures and made me even more sad that we had to miss it. Only back from France on Thur and got to go back again this week. I will be looking out for further steam punk events and hopefully get my machine ready for action.

Thank you so much for producing that wonderful presentation. Really enjoyed it and brought back many memories. Owe you an Abbots and whatever Mrs Catfan likes. I have looked at parts of the towpath on street view several times. Under the bridge by the navigation Inn is where my mam took me fishing for the first time when I was 6 or 7 years old. Still looks the same 70 years later.