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Hi HSR, I too have a large proboscis but have always thought of ample sized face furniture as an asset. You have my respect and envy for your size 14 feet and if on the dark night of your "loss" you had carried a torch perhaps the point of interest would have changed. Live long and prosper. Hi Brew, Yes you are correct. My wife suggested that a Jimmie was not a tangible item anyway, but rather an abridged colloquial term for a chain of opticians trading in Scotland. Now situated to both the North and South of the border they ply their trade under the banner

To answer an outstanding question, although I have never been good at riddles, I think a Jimmie is another name for a crow-bar.

Around 1970 my sister ordered a new convertible from Trumans on Derby Road. The previously unseen sales manager phoned and said her car was ready for collection, and presumably, as she was "Just a Woman", he would on collection explain all the controls to her. My sister as well as being highly intelligent made members of the opposite sex trip over their tongues, clearly traits that run in the family LOL. "Condescending" said my sister, "Let him explain" said my mother. On an evening of drizzle the grey templed suave sales manager drove along Derby Road and eyes on my sister rath

Some two thousand years ago when the Romans invaded Britannia my far distant ancestor, known as Albert the Unpleasant, because of his regular attacks of severe flatulence, was captured by a Roman Legion and shipped off to Rome in chains. Sold from the auctioneers block, never to return to this Scepter'd Isle his life of slavery and captivity had commenced. Mourned by the people of his village and his wife in particular she immediately commenced a claim for compensation from the Italian Government for the loss of the man she described as "a breath of fresh air". For around a thousand

A belated "Happy New Year" to one and all. The posting by radfordred about getting people back to work mirrors my own sentiments and brought to mind a distant character from my childhood. Around 1956/7, in an outlying market town of Notts, lived a man whose real name I remember, but for the protection of any of his living relatives I will call Snowy which was the name by which we knew him. Aged around sixty and allergic to work on a level comparable with Novak Djokovic and vaccines, he was affable, certainly not dim, but unfortunately bone idle. It was rumoured tha

Following the latest directive from Boris I have manufactured my own facemask, and believe it or not my long absent sex appeal would appear to have returned along with it. Recently discussing with a friend this anomaly of attractive females being seemingly unable to get close enough to me, he advised that if I was certain these damsels were not from Age Concern I should consider a full face covering, which would perhaps then make me totally irresistible . I have always considered envy and jealousy to be unattractive traits. I will continue to monitor the situation however, and if in

Thank you for posting the video and I agree with the sentiment that in a nice way it could bring a tear to the eye. I am more than satisfied to have had the opportunity to share something so beautiful.

For a lifting of the spirit do have a look at the U Tube video Andre Rieu and Amira, where she sings O Mio Babbino Caro from the Puccini Opera. ( 5mins 32 secs, May 31 2015, 40 mil views). The young Amira must have been about 10 years of age when the video was made and the previous year had won the finale of a Dutch talent show. Even if the idea of opera fills you with dread, do have a look as I hope I am right in saying that only those without a soul will remain unmoved.

All these people with their posh holidays looking down their noses at good old Nottingham by the Sea. We had an old caravan on the Walsh site on Roman Bank of which I have the fondest childhood memories of trips during the fifties with members of my immediate and extended family. This was the era of Calor Gas Bottles and popping gas mantle lights, site rent was £10 a year and winter storage of the van £2-50. Who can forget the early morning sight of my momma ( a good Nottinghamism, granny to those not in the know) running across a rain lashed site towards the lavatories and d

If the fanciable young man wearing Brut was about 6feet 4, super fit and in looks was a cross between Terence Stamp in Far from the Madding Crowd and Robert Redford in Butch Cassidy then you may recognise me. I regularly stood next to him.

People who like animals are my kind of people. The care and attention they show to their pets fills me with admiration and a feeling of warmth. My own 15 year old Staffie recently came to the end of her road and the feeling of sadness and loss will not easily be put aside. The American entertainer and humourist Will Rogers once said, "If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went", a sentiment I fully agree with. Hindu mythology believes that dogs guard Heaven and the gates to Heaven and if you are not kind to dogs during your life they will not

Effeminate men coming out of the closet has become an almost everyday event and only confirms what we already knew. Nowadays there are so many about in all aspects of work and life that the only thing that surprises me is that Leapfrog is not one of the Olympic Games.

No matter which way you voted in the 2016 Brexit Referendum the subsequent negotiations with the EU have clearly shown that our country is run by a bunch of absolute stinkers and talentless wassocks who should not be allowed out unsupervised. It is a great shame that Neville Chamberlain is no longer with us as he may have been able to get a piece of paper from the German Chancellor rather than the five million page handcuff Theresa May was able to secure.

Hi LizzieM, We did not get to The Mews this year, but stuck with the old favourites like The Tides, Spagos, Zaccios, Sea Cat, Scarlets and several others. I fully appreciate your comments about the speeding buses and the logistics of always needing commodious taxis and agree a five minute stroll is preferable. I would imaging that The Lobster Pot Restaurant was not too far away from where you stayed. Despite it being a very well thought of restaurant it is reputed that this was the place where Michael Winner had the bad oyster that nearly killed him some years before he actually did

I stay in a villa at Sunset Crest in Holetown so we must only have been a couple of miles apart. It is a handy spot for the exorbitant local restaurants, the new excellent ice cream shop and the exorbitant Massy Supermarket. Did you see that Cliff Richard has his villa up for sale, on the market for £28,000,000, or if that is a little too steep four of the six bedrooms can be rented for £4,000.00 a night. Bargain!!! Presumably Cliff stops in the other two rooms and cooks your breakfast.

Hi LizzieM,, Sunday before last I was also in Barbados, although it now feels as if it was last year. Always dread the red eye flight back which knocks me for six though.

On another thread I spotted an old reference to Dainty s Barber Shop on Highbury Vale and it brought back memories of an incident from 1965 ish when I was fifteen and a pupil at the Henry Mellish. The latest Headmaster, a Mr Strutt, one day decided that singlehandedly he would attempt to hold back The Swinging Sixties and step one of his master plan would be to ensure that all pupils at his school would have military style haircuts. All six hundred or so pupils were inspected from which he selected over a hundred to pay a visit to the Dainty Shop. The lucky hundred included myself, o

Benjamin, My motto was always to do everything to the best of my ability, sounds as if it was yours also, Nice one!!! Phil, A 120 yard chocolate log, send it with a card to the EU "A slice for each of you".

In todays world we are almost overwhelmed by exams and qualifications, many of which are of questionable use or purpose. Common sense, that rarest of qualities, is still at a premium. Many years back my late father stated that University Degrees were becoming like arses in that virtually everyone seemed to have one, and the situation is now far worse than then. My father and mother were without formal qualifications, although as an eleven year old my father had won a free scholarship to a minor Public School. Unfortunately, as a poor kid, surrounded by the privileged offspring of pr

I have always thought that the like or dislike of a name relies heavily upon who you have previously known with that appellation. What, in the intervening years, has become of Miranda, Celia, Delia, Hilary, Wendy, Priscilla and Prudence to name but a few of my favourite female names. The amusing comment from Staverton Girl concerning "Anne with the runny nose" reminds me of a Henry Mellish lad who never seemed to get the hang of blowing his nose, and who after putting away his handkerchief, would regularly have a "banjo string" attaching his nose to his ear. To this day I have disl

In or around 1961 I remember the property known as Newthorpe Grange coming to the market, and along with my mother and much older brother, viewing the house with the agent. Subsequently, I again attended a second viewing with my father and mother. Such large properties, with high upkeep costs, were not really in vogue at the time, many buyers being more likely to seek compact modern homes. At the time of the initial viewings the property was generally in good condition with panelling and original features in abundance, and I recall the music room, the library, with a mass of fitted b

What is your most amusing holiday memory ? Some years ago I was in Menorca and following an overnight storm, I was the following day swimming in a very choppy Mediterranean. Talking to my brother in law as we swam, I suddenly said to him "Gott Im Himmel" or words to that effect as six feet from his shoulder a world war two mine complete with spikes had just surfaced. Distancing ourselves at a rate of knots we returned to the beach whereupon I pointed out to sea and advised a nearby German that it was his responsibility to sort it out. "Achtung Minen" he shouted and in true Teutonic f

Hi Mouthvet, It would appear that we were both at the "Cowsheds" until 1961, and if I am not mistaken you are Chris P. If this assumption is correct, and you again google this site, then I claim my £5 pronto. The school was a delight, I liked the headmaster, all the teachers and the education received was of a good standard . I do however recall my mother attending an open day and addressing the headmaster as Mr Daft (who was our gardener) and realising her mistake then adding on Mann. After that I never felt that he held me in the same esteem. Good old mum. Best reg

My pet hate is the phrase "Gob Smacked", I cringe whenever I hear it. Cilla Black may be gone but she has left a dreadful blight on the English Language. Rog highlighted the word Shtoopid and similarly I would put forward the word Shtewdent which seems to have grown in popularity. I must question the efficacy of the almost universally availability of degree courses, if the end result, in so many cases, is an inability to even speak English properly. Did this change in pronunciation come about at the same time that university became uni ?. Little, bottle, metal , hospital etc etc are

I well remember Harry Silverman on Goldsmith Street who tailored my first handmade suit and several others thereafter. Attired in my school uniform, having bunked off one afternoon, I was fifteen years of age when I first entered his premises. Clutched in my hand was a Burtons advert, cut from the newspaper, featuring a picture of John Steed from the Avengers, dressed in a very smart suit. "Would you be able to make me a suit like this" I asked Mr Silverman, placing the advert into his hands. "No", said he, "We would only be able to make one of a much superior quality and style"