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Funny thing, some of the lovely people of our youth were from families who lived their lives in the ways described in these comments. Some of my pals parents could hardly read and write and the houses were like being back in time, then. Fortunately for me my parents were caring and kept a clean and warm house. It seems a lifetime away when people lived in dreadful circumstances and yet now, by all accounts, many choose to live like that. The world and life is a funny place. What I like about 2016 is that I am still alive to see the changes and have a comparison to see where we have come

The first and last time I drank in this place was on New Year's Eve 1975 after leaving the Whitemoor. We were with Pete and Babs Sharpe who, as well as us, wondered what on this earth we were doing in the place. Glasses were being launched across the room, the landlord was in a state of panic and was about to have a breakdown by the look of him. We decided to go to Petes to enjoy the last of the evening and left them all to it. What a dive. One of those places that was better demolished than it was standing.

Hi Bilbraborn, I am a bit further along the conveyor belt than you it seems, Trevor Airey was nearer my age than his younger brother. I might have been a bit of a rogue when I was younger and perhaps when I got older, up to a point. Never did anyone any harm but I was a bit of a lost soul. Family a bit dysfunctional, as were a few, after the war years. Dad came back from the war, damaged, cast a shadow over the house for all my younger years but hey we got through it all and after my late teens when we used to go down to Kettering and drink gin and scrumpy in The Three Cocks, I got hold of my

Everybody I knew went to Central market for fruit & veg, fish, and household stuff. it was a magnet for people from all over Nottingham, shame they got rid of it really. Sneinton Market was just as lively. Does anyone remember Sadlers, the pottery people, they used to have a bit of an auction for dinner sets and boxes of seconds and the like on Sneinton Market, on a wednesday I think, and of course Saturday. I know they stopped trading in pottery when imports stopped production at a lot of Stoke on Trent factories. In fact I understand that Sadlers are these days in the skip hire business

Not quite barrow boys but I used to know a John Kerry, he stood on Central Market with fruit and veg, that was in early sixties and about two years ago we were passing near Bingham and stopped off to have a walk round. There was a market in the town centre and a large fruit and veg stall, it had KERRY'S FRUIT & VEG over the canopy. I asked just out of interest if they were related to the original John Kerry from Central Market and he was their grand uncle. Puts things in perspective when people talk in those terms. Nice to see the continuity though.

Are they the same as they were back then, or are they the chinese thin tin version?

I was interested to learn that when the Leeds to Liverpool canal was to be built, people from Leeds picked the route and the people from Liverpool picked the locks.

Crikey benjamin, all this talk of 30 years ago and 50 years ago is making my knees creak.

@ Beefsteak. the fruit and veg lad, if it was the one with ginger hair, it was John Bell. Last I heard got a job working for Pearsons in the Wholesale Market but that was about the time George Wilson was murdered, landlord of Pretty Windows in Sneinton. I did know Jimmy McNulty, he used to give the lads flower baskets and buy flowers for them to sell and let them keep most of the profit. They were mostly lads who had come out of borstal and couldn't find work. he did what he could to keep them out of trouble. I used to see him quite often in the Three Crowns on parliament street. He was a g

Can't say I recall the Travis family, certainly Les Newcombe, I think he used to use the Parkside Club with Gordon Collinson who used to own a car lot at the end of meadow Lane just past Cattle Market gates on the other side as well as the man who had a pallet business at the end of Canal Street in Narrow Marsh. I cant for the life of me think of his name but I used to see him in The Loggerheads. Once you start thinking, you wonder how you fitted it all in.

I remember people moaning because they had to put the paraffin lights out at night (I bet they cost a bob or two now, if you can find one). I equally remember Clive Buxton had a younger brother, Lee, he was a teenager working at Players. He went to work on his motorbike in the dark and ran into an unlit skip parked on the road and it killed him, about 50 years ago, so it was good the police were tight on people who didn't bother

@letsavagoo what a lovely story, that just epitomises nostalgia. Words taking you back to an earlier time become like music which does the same thing. Thanks for that.

I think it was the same family but like cousins or even further apart. Bill Wealthalls Fish shop was on the right hand side of ilkeston Road, going toward Town and nearer to the Radford Boulevard, Lenton Boulevard junction. ( as I remember).

You know, I am getting on a bit these days and sometimes I still find it strange that people are there and then they aren't and since coming on here and reading about memories that are shared, it is 'stranger than fiction' as we used to say. Funny world isnt it.

Whatever happened to Theresa Woolley who lived somewhere behind the Picture House on Ilkeston Road, anyone remember her, I used to go down to Wealthalls Fish Shop on Ilkeston Road and met her there once and seemed to see her around there, not often, but she was a pleasant soul, one of those people who you don't forget.