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A friend of mine had one, back in the 60's, but neither of us could get a decent tune out it.

They are not going out of fashion, Chulla. They have been out of fashion for at least 15 years. Odd you have only just noticed.

Thank goodness we no longer see: Appointments for children to attend the psychopathic woman dentist at Chaucer Street. The horrors she put me through, as a child, will be taken to my grave. Today, she would probably be held accountable for child abuse.

Cobbles = Mountsorrel

Evolution suggests that future generations will have highly developed 'thumbs'

Brown Brothers Wholesalers on Huntingdon Street. It was staffed by bullies and paranoid psychopaths. The typing pool was like something out of a Nazi concentration camp. I pitied those poor girls.. but that's how thing were in those days. I was paid £4 10s a week for 5 + 1/2 days a week. Regular stock taking overtime (including late nights and Sundays) was at no extra pay. My mother took £3, which left me 30 bob for bus fares, lunches and occasional 10 ciggies,. I was better off with 5 bob a week spending money, while at school. I sometimes got a lift to work in the van of an old guy that

Capocci's until last year.In the 60's you could get two slices of Welsh rarebit for 1 /10d The Caribbean Coffee Bar.downstairs under the breadshop at top of victoria street / Carlton Street. Used to call in when playing truant in early 60's. The manageress took a fancy to me after I called in with two girls that she did not like. She used to provide me with free frothy coffee. There was a cafe / restaurant on George Street? or Broad street? called The Normandy. Super Greek couple who served a mean sausage and chips with onion gravy and a great pot of tea.

Behind Vic Centre, Huntingdon Street, there is a furniture shop. He allows all day for about £3.50 in his own large car park on side street. It is opposite Hopewells car park.

Whatever ya'hav got !

Everyone should play at least one musical instrument, no matter how badly. I have ventured on the piano, violin, mandolin, banjolele, French horn, guitar, organ, keyboard, piano accordian, and harmonica to my memory. I am no master at any one of these, but I have played in a few bands and thoroughly enjoyed being exceptionally mediocre, (well, nearly) ..whilst dreaming of greatness. I have been luckly to have owned some superb and rare instruments, in my time. A few years ago, I suffered a serious hand injury to my right hand, which left it half paralysed, but I still own a Yamaha 9000 Pro,

Maximum compression would be more suitable. methinks !

Someone, probably kids, keeps applying zero inflation to my cars front tyres

Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Chinese Elbow Flute

You have no idea, DJB .... OR have you FORGOTTEN ???

Another land mark bites the dust: The iconic Five Ways pub on the ring road, has been bought by the Muslim community and is to become an Islamic Community Centre.

Next door cat's business on my lawn and around the garden and ON MY SHOES and CARPET (Then listening to the neighbour say how they chose a cat because of admiring their independence)

I remember a 'nightmare' winter evening in the early 1950's. In those days, pennies were generally known as 'coppers' and we were short of 'coppers' for the meter, so as on many other occasions, my mother sent me across the road to the shop armed with half a crown; for "some coppers for the meter". There were 2 white coated women, who decided to play dumb. They kept saying they did not understand. Over the next 20 or so minutes, I was buffeted back and forth between mother and these two white coated old trolls with the same message and return message. I thought it would never end. After mo

Not then, they weren't tall. They were actually the shortest in Europe, They have grown since stopping eating bulbs, apparently.

The last time I rowed round the lake was with the wife and kids, in the drought summer of 76' The fantastic summer had produced a glut of water voles and they kept swimming to the boat to try to get in. Unfortunately, ignorance prevailed and we started thrashing at them think they were rats.We learnt to identify the difference after that. Since then they have become almost endangered. (probably still running away from the loony with an oar for a weapon.) Prior to that, the lake had always had a special place in my heart. Around 1954, my big brother was on leave from the navy and he always to

Overhead cash carrier tracks in shops.

the 118 ads with those two morons with moustaches... Rob Brydons hairy armpits on a cruse ... just as I am about to eat Whoever thinks that these ads will help? Various other ads that draw attention to sweat, smell, diarroeah, periods, ear wax, Veruccas, babies bottoms, constipation, etc., ALL at meal times.

Gregor Fisher was excellent in those ads. I loved the one with the comb-over.

"so called self loving" ...?? I think you are right about the toothpaste ad, though.

... and the product is no more useful than a standard bank savings account.. and the insured could end up losing money.