ValuerJim

Like Graham - #57 - and SMort - #72 - I was at Trent Poly and during 1967 had to attend lectures in York House. Even then, within a year or two of its completion, it was a shit hole, and its loss will come as a welcome relief. Its only redeeming feature was that it overlooked what remained of Victoria station. It's ironic that York House has had an economic life of only 50 odd years, yet the Fothergill building is still going strong after 125 years. Are there any other 1960s Nottingham buildngs which anyone would like to nominate for demolition?

Just started Pie Night, by Stuart Maconie. He's a British Bill Bryson, with a truly Northern outlook, so maybe a little foreign for some of you. It'll make you laugh and cry, and is an ideal bog book - each chapter is self-contained, so you can dip in and out, and it's just the size, in hardback, to balance on your knees.

Car drivers who won't drive in bus lanes. Saves having to think, I suppose. And people who say 'could of'.

Chulla, They originated out in Leicestershire and came via Colwick onto the GNR Derbyshire extension line via Basford North, Kimberley, Awsworth and Ilkeston North, and then off at Stanton Junction.

Clanking down from Bagthorpe Junction with a load of 16 ton steel iron ore wagons bound for Stanton iron works.

It's a great site, isn't it. I found a photo of my father which someone had posted. It's the only photo we have of him at work, Bilbro.

My dad, Bill, was a driver at Annesley until made redundant around 1970, I think. There's a load of good stuff on http://www.annesleyfireman.com/

My uncle Fred worked at Meridian, who made the Forest shirts, and the team came for a look round. Uncle Fred got Wally to autograph a number 9 junior shirt, which I've still got hanging in the wardrobe. I never saw him play.

True. So how about Wally Ardron?

Bob Dylan...........surely?

Some of the pop bottles had already been reclaimed. The pub in Bulwell Market, by the station, kept their empties in an arch under Highbury Road, and we could easily climb over into the arch and nick the bottles to re-reclaim them.

When Tesco announced that they were halting their out of town expansion plans and selling off their land bank it was like a breath of fresh air.

My wife detests Tesco. For us its Aldi, and now a Lidl has opened next door, so it's an agonising choice

I was at school with Harold Shipman, or Fred as he was called, but not in the same school year.

And it's the Pear Tree, Chulla. I went to Southwark Street school, and spent my pennies on warm cobs smeared with hard licquorice, from the shop facing the Stone Houses, which used to be on the corner of Bulwell Lane.

One of the shops he took over used to sell models and toys. I got my Dinkies from him, and later some model railway stuff.

Was that the shop on the corner opposite Palmers chippy? One time when I was walking home from school up Bulwell Lane, I found bunches of grapes in the hedge alongside the allotments. My mum accused me of having stolen them, until she discovered that someone had broken into the grocers shop and nicked a load of fruit, which he dumped in the road as he was being chased away. There was also a record shop a little further up, where I bought my first 45 - Til I Kissed Her. The sales girl was a 'bit of alright' and we used to go in just to chat her up.

High Pavement! It wasn't so bad, just jumped up, I suppose like most other state Grammar Schools of the time. We couldn't play football, only rugby, or do cross country - down to the Oxclose then over the fields where Rise Park estate now is, out under the railway bridge onto Hucknall Road, and back through Bestwood estate. A handful got into Oxbridge each year - I wonder what happened to the honours board, and whether I ever troubled the sign writer - so the top forms took Latin, which was a compulsory subject for entry. I stuck it out for seven years, but I can't say I look back on my time w

Thanks, Mr Imp. While I was taking the photographs in 1977 the owner of the single-storey one came out and invited me in. It's not obvious from the photo, but the carriages are still in one piece, one down each side, even with the compartment doors in place, with the main living area in the centre.

I posted these on a different forum, and they seem to have fallen on stony ground. Perhaps you might appreciate them. For those who aren't familiar with them, the houses are at Mablethorpe. The photos date from 1977, but the buildings were still there, just, in 2012. https://www.dropbox.com/s/au3iufnh79m2dr2/1-31-2010_001%20%282%29.JPG?dl=0 https://www.dropbox.com/s/y0jvev3r55vvnht/1-31-2010_002%20%282%29.JPG?dl=0

The son of friends of ours just got married. He lives locally, as does his wife. The ceremony took place in Sardinia, for family and a few close friends, followed by a fortnight's stay in Sardinia as a honeymoon for the happy couple. They will be having a celebration locally on their return for everyone else. This seems to be by no means unusual, and the family is not particularly wadded. We got married at St Aidans in Basford, followed by a reception at the Commodore, the wedding night at the George Hotel, and a week camping in Cornwall, and we thought we were well off! Is it possible that

The TBI, aged 16 around 1961, with a group of High Pavement hard boys. God knows what we were doing down there, but remember thinking 'this tastes disgusting'. It must have been Home Ales..

How about this one. Poems that make men cry? ROGER MCGOUGH - THE IDENTIFICATION So you think its Stephen? Then I'd best make sure Be on the safe side as it were. Ah, there's been a mistake. The hair you see, its black, now Stephens fair ... Whats that? The explosion? Of course, burnt black. Silly of me. I should have known. Then lets get on. The face, is that the face mask? that mask of charred wood blistered scarred could that have been a child's face? The sweater, where intact, looks in fact all too familiar. But one must be sure. The scoutbelt. Yes thats his. I recognise th

Any golfing poets out there? Betjeman fans? Seaside Golf How straight it flew, how long it flew,It clear'd the rutty track And soaring, disappeared from view Beyond the bunker's back - A glorious, sailing, bounding drive That made me glad I was alive. And down the fairway, far along It glowed a lonely white; I played an iron sure and strong And clipp'd it out of sight, And spite of grassy banks between I knew I'd find it on the green. And so I did. It lay content Two paces from the pin; A steady putt and then it went Oh, most surely in. The very turf rejoiced to see That quite