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Whilst doing some genealogical research into my family I came across this verse, so sad but so true! Remember It is a soldier, not the reporter, Who has given us the Freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, Who has given us the freedom of speech,... It is the soldier, not the campus organiser, Who has given us the freedom to demonstrate, It is the soldier, Who salutes the flag, And whose coffin is draped by the flag, Who allows us the protester to burn the flag.

Compo, my dad who worked at the local colliery for years always took bread and dripping and bread and jam in his snap tin as he said it was the only types of sandwich that didn't sweat (cheese) or go soggy in the heat of the seam he usually worked on.

Fish Fingers with malt vinegar. What about this Irish 7 course meal

It was always hard to get the aeroplane to take off properly, the corsey was flagstones and they would often hit a raised flag and end up spinning round on their backs. Jumping Jacks behind the girls was always great fun.

NewBasfordlad, Don't forget the Football News, apart from the regulars on the round used to do OK out of the local pubs to sell the last few papers and get a few tips as well.

Compo, those biscuits look yummo the square one looks like a shortbread, what is the oval shaped one, is that a shortbread too?

It sure did, we used to call it Dandelion and Burpdock

Like oldphil I used to read the comics whilst doing my paper round and I too enjoyed the odd peek at "Tit-Bits" and "Reveille" David W I always read Spy vs Spy from Mad Magazine and has anyone noticed Willow Wilson's avatar. He was a Mad Magazine fan for sure.

I was named after an uncle, that I never knew, who lost his life at Dunkirk. My maternal grandfather fought in the trenches on the western front. My dad was also at Dunkirk and later in North Africa then Sicily and Italy. Mum was in the WRAF on the airfields of bomber command along the Trent valley and Lincolnshire. The Last Post always brings a tear as I pause to remember those that made the ultimate sacrifice and countless thousands of others injured or damaged by the futility of war and also the part that my family played. We often recite one verse of the Ode to the Fallen but I

I am going to move to the South Pole then everywhere is Up't North

Bayko, many childhood memories there. At least they did not cripple you when you stood on them with bare feet unlike Lego

My mum and dad were never big drinkers but at Christmas dad liked his whisky and dry ginger and mum liked her snowballs. As kids we were allowed either a weak shandy made with nut brown ale or similar as a port and lemon. I see some on here hung up pillowcases at the end of the bed, we only ever hung up socks. One of my favourite things at Christmas was the selection box of chocolates and always loved the string net with nuts in it

Here is an interesting road sign in Port Augusta South Australia 300 km (186miles) north of Adelaide Perth is 2,388 km (1483 miles) and Darwin is 2,723km (1692miles) From Nottingham this distance would get you to Moscow, Istanbul, Marrakesh or almost to Nuuk in Greenland

Compo I bet you lit up the sky with those standard fireworks (photo from Brian Sibley : his blog)

I think that by any standard or methodology used the line between north and south passes through Nottinghamshire. I once read somewhere that sociolinguistics (those that study accents/dialects) say that from the accent used the line between north and south is Hucknall. With the exception of coal mining areas south of this as they are considered to have a more northern accent. I would use the River Trent as a good "border" anywhere to the south and east of the Trent is considered as "south" I reckon that as far as the government knows "The North" begins at the Watford Gap services on

Similar to Tim's post "No Place" This is a sign pointing to "Nowhere Else" According to the local council the sign is often stolen. Picture from the ABC by John White Photos, Port Lincoln, South Australia

Bonfire night, the stars are bright, Seven little bogeymen dressed in white Can you eat a biscuit Can you smoke a pipe Can you go a courting At 10 o'clock at night. I never understood the relevance of this little children's song and before anyone corrects me and says it is angels dressed in white, you would be hard pushed to find angels round where I lived as a kid.

As I get older it is strange what you remember and what, often unrelated, triggers those memories. Some of the most recent posts reminded me of harvest festival time at junior school and two hymns came immediately to mind.

Packaging continues to add more items to the list of things that pee me off. Years ago we bought butter from the CO-OP in a pat wrapped in greaseproof? paper, can you remember the grocer with his wooden paddles, or prepackaged in a single wrapper. Opened some today that comes in a plastic tub with a lid, underneath that was an al-foil cover that needed to be peeled off (if you can lift the tiny tab) and then under that the butter was covered under a piece of greaseproof paper. Four separate items that need to be manufactured and transported to package a pat of butter. What a waste o

Just a thought, when we did history at school we were taught that the battle was at Balaklava and that a balaclava was something that you wore an your head. Interestingly we have a small town in the mid north of South Australia called Balaklava, named after the battle.

Here is one for Loppy I had forgotten about the quite "normal" beginning "There's a song that I recall My mother sang to me. She sang it as she tucked me in When I was ninety-three."

I like that idea, most of the bags are found on the highways quite a way from the stores, obviously thrown out of cars. It should be a condition of their business license. However on a second thought all it needs is some feral to take bags out of a bin and throw them around but it may make them take the bags home.

In South Australia we have a ten cent deposit on all beverage containers, beer cans and bottles, plastic bottles, juice cartons, milk cartons etc. You hardly ever see them in the streets as someone will usually pick them up. If you look at the beach after a storm more often than not what litter you see washed up on the waterline is cigarette butts, just the filter tips as the paper and tobacco tends to break down. Some of the other stuff you see is litter that is generated by the fast food giants. I reckon the councils should collect their litter, return it to them and charge them for it as w

Welcome PJSChilwell, Yes! but we called it Husky Fusky Finger or Thumb. If the first kid who was bending over with his head against the "pillow" (the kid with his back to the fence) missed the pillow he often got his head caught in the school railings and we needed the fire brigade to get him out as the railings back in the sixties were steel not aluminium.

Clarkson, May and The Hamster (Hammond) have made it to free to air TV down-under with their new program The Grand Tour. They sometimes made amusing watching on Top Gear but having suffered through part of one episode I can only quote Popeye the Sailor Man "That's all I can stand I cant stands no more". What an unmitigated load of ballcocks. Unfunny, over the top stupidity, and poorly executed. I wonder why anyone would pay for this garbage.