tony1

How is it that I ALWAYS find out about these events either afterwards, or when it is too late for me to arrange?

You are not alone.

I once told a footballer that it was only a game. He went absolutely ballistic. I thought he was going to explode.

Give it a few years and some nostalgic old Tw*t will phase out trams and bring back Trolley Buses.

Some of my stag night 1967 was spent at the Calypso club, just behind the Cross Keys on High Pavement, which we enjoyed and called at many times after. We were usually the only white folk at this mainly Jamaican club. The regulars were surprised, but seemed to view as " if they dare come in here.. they must be OK" One night a huge white guy was in the club and followed me to the toilet. He cornered me and asked if he could get any "smokes" in the club. I told him he could get some from behind the bar.. "What can I get"? he asked. "No 6 ; Embassy; Gold Leaf", says I... He did not seem a

And you can still get Beef dripping, but pork or beef, it is watered down so much it pours out of the pot. Yeuk

I recall the watch repairer had only one functional hand. It was a treat to see him work.

They were on Castle Boulevard, (Vauxhall dealers), but I thought he had a garage on Arkwright street... maybe I am just thinking of his big advert on the bridge.

Oscrofts

..and thank goodness he did !

My first barber was Jackie Browns, on Duke St / Gawthorne St corner, New Basford. A real old fashioned short back and sides barber with a hair tonic that set your hair like concrete at the end. After he retired, I went to John's on Sandon Street. My last regular was Brown's Broad Marsh, but since my second wife is probabaly one of the better qualified hairdressers in Nottingham, I now have no reason to go anywhere.

Apologies, for my comment Robbie.. I just could not resist.. but it was only meant in fun. I have also followed these items through photos on Picture the Past.. a most fascinating web site.

Has anyone mentioned Morkel & Carnhill - Derby Road? Dickens & Cartwright - Nuthall Road ? Leen Valley Motor Co - Bulwell ?

I believe this was also the site of Merchant Cars, owned by a previous production manager from P P Paynes. (whose name defeats me at the moment).. Later moved to Redhill.

It just seams like it !

I remember a huge supply at home, of NHS concentrated orange juice and also cod liver oil. Both in old style medicine bottles. Loved them both. If I now take a healthy swig of cod liver oil from a bottle, the wife runs out of the room shrieking "disgusting". She does the same when I slurp up the liquid gelatin from a tin of Pek chopped ham, or eat a slice of bread and dripping with the brown jelly and salt. She does not understand why I go out of my way to buy bacon (or other meats) with lots of fat,mbecause that is where the flavour is; NOT in the flesh. She is a decade younger than me and

My mother and an aunt used to eat a product called ENERGEN ROLLS. They came in a blue box and consisted of a ball of dry crispy, very light, honey-comb bread . Yester-years version of a slimming product. The problem was, that they used to eat it with a lavish spread of best butter. Somewhat defeated the object.

Absolutely agree Robbie. We had pasteurised milk, red or silver top and orange-top Guernsey milk. The mother of a friend, down the road, offered me a drink of sterilised milk and I after I first tasted it, I was stuck with it out of politeness. Ugh.... It was GROSS ! I also had the similar experience with Camp coffee. We always had Nescafe made with milk (never water). A taste of Camp was a real culture shock. Yeuk !

I have a bad feeling about this. Yawn !

A comma is only a part of the problem ;-)

Oh NO.. No.. No...I have a very vivid imagination and it needs no encouragement to engage in that, thank you very much! I need to take a blue pill, now.

Hmmm! Every picture tells a story.. and this one seems self explanatory ... Ugh !

An old boss of mine (a Scotsman) was up a ladder when he dropped a 2P piece. He came down to fetch it and it hit him on the head.

Remember: playing with melting gas-tar in the gutter on a hot day? Then going home and mum trying to get it out of our hair, with butter ! Catapults and pea shooters to torment whichever poor victim we could find. Knocking on doors and running away. Playing dobby off ground. Snobs, Marbles and flicking cigarette packs. (before the crush proof packs arrived). Todays kids don't know what they are missing. I'm sure it was a lot more fun and healthier than just exercising their thumbs,as they do today.

Watching the man come round with his ladder and light the gas lights in the street at night and turn them off in the morning. It's nice to know that they still have gas lights in "The Park Estate" .