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Thanks Cliff Ton. The mystery lake was said to be about where the 'T' is sited in The Forest. Some hatching suggests marshland, so could have been at least a pond there. Peveril St was probably a bridleway through the edge of the Forest back then? Granddads granddad and probably his dad would have been alive then, so the history could have been passed on..

Two very interesting maps for me Cliff Ton. I had two aunties live on Bovill St. Auntie Min Wesson had the greengrocers at the top corner and Auntie Ev Simpson lived further down. I notice that the shops at the lower end of Peveril St / corner Lake St were built at a time between the two map's production. Can also see Granddads back yard next to the Spread Eagle and our back yard behind the small hosiery factory on Peveril St. I would be interested in an earlier map showing the bottom of Southey St /.Lake St to see if there is evidence of the lake that my granddad said used to be there.

#67 Chulla - doubt if anyone is convinced about any of it, but these theories have to be investigated...AND it is fascinating. The lady mathematician who stood on the Giant Causeway seemed to be the most reasoned of all the profs. According to her and others, evidence is being discovered that will prove the existence of the Multiverse. I liked the theory that the Universe is a finite quantity of energy and particles that can be explained mathematically. Trouble is that it would take conventional computers the age of the Universe itself to to do the necessary calculations. I lie awake too Co

For me the most exciting item in the programme was the possibility of quantum computers; using sub atomic 'bits'. These computers would change everything, being able to do billions of calculations simultaneously. That would be the true 'quantum leap'.

Chulla - did you watch Horizon BBC2 on Wed? About Multiverses. Which Universe are we in? Several different theories expounded and fascinating. Ruined my sleep pattern again

I started at Bentinck Rd as a 5 y/o in 1943. We had air raid drill most weeks and were trained to go into the air raid shelters in an orderly manner. At least three generations of our family started school there. At one time there were twin aunties and two uncles there at the same time C1920. My Granddad - a master steeplejack, was a strict Victorian style, formidable man. He was said to do impromptu tours of the school, suit, tie and silver knobbed walking cane, visiting his youngest children in different classrooms. When my sister started there in 1953, Granddad was the lollipop man between

I never heard my Mum or Dad swear. Not even a good old Nottingham favorite 'bleddy'. Never heard any of my large family swear either. When I was at Bentink Rd infants school I was called an f ing c..t. by a lads who I had just pushed off a dustbin. When I got home that day mam shouted at me for something and I called her the same as I had heard at school. She burst out crying. I was quite shocked at the affect those words had on Mam. Through sobs she made me promise never to say those words again.

Hi Trismegitus. You will enjoy this forum. Can you divulge where the name came from?

The four lads are a pleasure to be with and they have brought their own form of 'magic'. They are polite, helpful and respectful but have great personalities. Just sat around the outdoor fire watching them get pleasantly drunk and composing tunes and playing guitar, bass and sax. They are the future! Budding physysist, civil engineer, paramedic and charismic leader. ....Quality. I forgive them for not having domestic magic. They are trying though. They are cooking every day, following instructions from a book entitled 'students grub'

And then of course there was 'Bonfire Night' when we had to start wearing a jumper.

A grandson and his three 18 y/o mates are staying with me here in France. That's 5 blokes enjoying themselves. I have discovered that 'domestic magic' has ceased to happen? Trainers don't walk back to where they belong? Dining table and worktops don't clear themselves? Cans, bottles, guitar cases, foodstuffs, packaging, various clothing and misc items don't vanish into thin air anymore? Lights don't switch themselves off when going to bed? Maybe some 'new' magic has started though - such as the water coming through the ceiling under the shower room We are having great fun but I hope that

The most modern car I can see is probably an Austin A30 the 'baby' Austin C1950? There's a Morris 8 or 10 C1948..

Yes, great pics cliffton Must have been about 1950 not long after the fire ponds had been removed from slab square and the underground toilets built?

Is Thurland Hall still a good drinking pub? That was my first regular pub in the 50's. Remember the 'Men Only' bar.and the magnificent Worthington E.

Same here Kayjay? Thought I knew that area well.

I have invented a music/dance product that would liven our streets and homes up. It would go viral once marketed. It could make Millions if not Billions. I will supply the drawings of the product for £25,000 in advance..

A lot of noise is being made in France about banning Roundup. Could buy photographers flash powder from the chemist when I was a kid. Made wonderful explosives.

The sweet shop was Godworths. It was next to Marsdens. Further up was a greengrocer, then Parkers Newsagent on the corner of Lake St. I don't recall Machins being at the lower end of Peveril St.

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What year would that be Ian? Did you have a relative named Margery? She would be about 77 now and still about.

There was a Marsdens at the bottom of Peveril St near to Bentink Rd. The manager was Alan Oscroft who got me into bike racing. I remember the counter getting lower as I grew up. Funny, all the counters seemed to get lower?

In the 40's my Aunt Evelyn who lived on Bovil St would have a fully charged lead-acid battery delivered to power the radio. The delivery man arrived on a butchers bike with about a dozen of those heavy batteries in the front carrier! Don't know how he kept upright? He changed the batteries for 3 pence a visit.

Apart from the traffic limitations Looe is a lovely place. My sister used to own the Grapevine Resto on the quay side in East Looe. In the past the restuarant courtyard was abattoir - so the massif grape vine flourished on the ancient blood. My sister used to take the grapes to the nearby monkey park.

We didn't have an inside loo until I was 21. Tin bath and public baths and newspaper on the nail until then. Bought 1st house at 24 with modern bathroom...whoooo! 2nd house at 26, bathroom and separate toilet.....whooo!-whoooo!. 3rd house at 30 with downstairs cloakroom, en suite shower and w/c, plus a family bathroom = 3 loos...whooo!whooo!whoooo!. 4th house at 48 had a utility room with loo, a family sized bathroom and a Victorian red brick sh' house in the garden with hole in the ground for droppings. Whoooo! whooo! what!? 5th house at 64 had a cupboard under the stairs with a loo in it,

One Friday evening in March 1962 I proposed to Mrs PP. We arranged to meet the following afternoon at the LHL for her to chose an engagement ring. What has this got to do with pot holes you may ask? Well, on the Saturday morning when out training on the bike I hit a pot hole on Lambley Lane and came a cropper. I met Mrs PP later, as arranged and we looked in the jeweler's window and selected a tray of rings to look at. We entered the shop and requested to look at the rings. I shall never forget the shocked look on the assistant's face - first looking at me, then looking at Mrs PP where his s