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Wouldn't like to be around when it becomes compulsory. Mind you, when it does the human race will not last long. The dogooders of society have got a lot to answer for but regrettably they are never brought to book for their actions.

Idiots who dial 999 for stupid reasons, lately the one reported when the woman asked if it was safe to put an opened box of eggs in the fridge. While the operators are dealing with half wits like her they could be missing a vital call. If it is possible to identify them fine them heavily as a warning to others. The system is under enough strain without having to deal with silly bu66ers.

Having discussed the shawl manufacturers I can now clear thins up. Buck's were on Derbyshire Lane, Calladines were on Titchfield Street and the one at the corner of Albert Street was Woollets. Got there eventually.

The grey matter has stirred again and I remember another shawl factory that was Buck's. This could have been the one on Derbyshire Lane, I will try to clarify details of shawl manufacturers next time I see my cousin and relay the reply.

I remember the shawl factory at the corner of Albert Street and The Connery. I cannot remember the name of the owners for sure but Calladines seems familiar. My grandma lived in Albert Street in the fifties and I remember walking by the factory on my way to the little shop that was on the corner of Titchfield Street. In those days there was no Leisure Centre, just the Wreck where two fairs a year came and countless cricket and football games were played by local kids.

We used to go on holiday from Victoria station in the fifties. It always seemed a magnificent place to me as a wide eyed kid and the smell of steam trains only added to the atmosphere. Modern stations do not have the same appeal as the old ones, no wonder the heritage lines are so popular.

In those days it was not Lymns but was an undertaker. It was known as Bexons and was run by Geoff Ward whose son Graham is now an independent undertaker in Hucknall. I also used the timber side of the business for my diy projects. The telephone exchange is still there, you often see Openreach vans outside. Years ago there used to be a butchers shop next door but that is long gone and looks derelict.

Honest, hard working player. A good example of a true professional and a role model for young players.

Grown men who wear shorts in mid_winter. What are they trying to prove?

I can't remember details of the Ford's shop save to say it was where the Pilgrim is now before moving lower down High Street near to Barclays. The little watch repair shop was Cawleys, always reliable for lasting repairs. Another doctor was near the cemetery gates at Butlers Hill , this being Doctor Savage. There was a dentist opposite the old police station by the name of Donovon, allegedly trained at Dewhursts. I think the one at the end of Beardall Street was Rayners.

Some of them were simply indulging in their sadistic tendancies, all schools had at least one like that. It would not be tolerated today, although some of the little urban terrorists we have now could do with some of that treatment.

Bullocks was not only a toy shop but a photography shop. Claude Bullock was the photographer as I remember and his son Derek was more on the toy side. Going back to the shops at the top of High Street, the one next door to the pet shop was Percy Taylors butchers and the next one was Dorothea's ladies outfitters later to become the job centre. Another jeweller in the town was Joseph Cawley who had a shop between Boots and Sissons which is now Greggs. Further up towards the market was Raymond Teed's opticians, Wighay Plumbing, the Co op had a bakery shop, Jacksons off licence and Parrs pork butc

Fantastic sight of the Vulcan doing it's thing. I remember it at Hucknall in it's early days. It was plain white in those days, but still a fantastic sight coming in to land. Our house was just off being in line with the runway so we always got a good view albeit a noisy one.

The magnificent sight and sound of the Vulcan bomber.

If the players are not pulling their weight on the pitch it is about time some of them were sacked as well. The amount of money they get is ridiculous in the first place and if they don't work effectively get rid. You didn't last long where I worked if you didn't earn your keep.

I used to have an old aunt live in a village called Malpas near the Cheshire/ Wales border. It was 92 miles door to door and I always had a wish to do it in two hours but never did. I tried several routes but whichever way I went I got held up, too many country lanes on the way. Nevertheless it was a nice little village and a pleasure to visit.

Didn't have this trouble with the old trolley buses. If one broke down off came the poles and the next one could drive round it. Progress seems a bit limited in flexibility it seems.

I know it takes all sorts but I can't help but wonder where we went wrong with some of today's youth. It's frightening to think what it will be like when they are running the show. Glad I am the age I am and may not be about when things go bang. Softly softly brigade hang your heads in shame, you do not realise the damage you have done to society.

If you think Pork Farms pies are good try one from Barlows at Newthorpe or Nuncargate. Don't think you would go back to Pork Farms, I certainly wouldn't.

I think the Airfix kit mentioned was known as Betta Hilda. There was a base kit and then add on parts. The first thing that had to be used was a flat green plate with pins on that formed the base of everything.

Eating what is in season is the best way in my opinion. It means variety over the year, things are fresher and tastier than those raised in other climates.

There is no substitute for experience of life and that only comes with age. For once it is something that you can't buy on the internet. What suits one does not necessarily suit all but that is the nature of life, just accept it and get on with what suits you.

As a child I ,like most others, had spots on my face but mine were worse than most. Several trips to the doctor proved fruitless so one Friday afternoon my mother dragged me into the local herbalist. I was terrified of this shop and definitely didn't want to go in but lost the battle. The old lady in there looked at my spots and gave me some tablets that looked like bottle green Smarties with the instruction to take one in a morning and one at bedtime. The following Friday I walked into the shop without a single spot on my face! What I had been given I never knew but it did wonders for my beli

Listening to some of the phrases used by the younger generation some of them are having trouble adapting to normal language anyway so why bother.

When I was at Henry Mellish we went to Twickenham to watch the varsity match. Sure enough the Cammc bus we went on broke down near Northampton on the way back up the M1. It took a while but another one turned up to get us back to Nottingham.