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No, I'm not dancing there Margie, it's a youtube video but we make a point to see them when we visit there. The band are local to the wider Weymouth area and the video is in Hope Square.

Young at heart. This is the regular band on our holidays. They've done nothing this year because lockdown, hope next year's better, they do lots of charity gigs. Take your partners.

Lots of pics of rickenbacker 360 12c63 on Internet. Lovely looking instrument Mess.

Thanks for that information Jill, it completes the timeline for that chapter. I did my stint there for one production only in 1959. I don't remember John Evans.

I guess that would be the same man, Jill. From a copy of teachers' autographs when we left school he's signed E J Bowly. Just checked it for spelling. We lads inevitably called him Jock, but not to his face. I once encountered him taking a weekday lunch in the Roberts, that would be mid '80s so I guess he was still involved in the theatre then.

During my last year at school one of our teachers, Jock Bowley, who was involved in the theatre took a small group of pupils to the theatre to do the scene shifting between acts. Big vertical boards on wheels and painted with skyscrapers and interior scenes used as the background and in the wings. The play, a musical, was "A Place Called Paradise" and the story seemed loosely based on the 1957 "Westside Story". The costumes were authentic Teddy boys suits, much coveted by some of us schoolboys. A small but excellent band (including electric guitar yay!) in the pit covered the incidentals and,

Looks like Gerrards in the background, just across the railway.

No, it's normal at my doc's but the nurse will be dressed like something out of Quatermas, with disposable gloves and disposable tourniquet . And I was masked up too, gelled hands etc.

Speedy recovery BK.

Posters on billboards and factory premises around the city urgently advertising jobs for Overlockers, Lockstitchers, Finishers and offering good rates of pay. Usually a few in the Evening Post as well.

It's just a manufacturer's fanciful name of one of those car things, Margie.

Ours was a different one and wasn't that posh.

This is the tail end of a 1936 Standard Flying 10. Or a Flying 12.

So you went Pulman class Margie, lol.

In about 1951 we went on holiday to that region but I don't know exactly where. It was sea of caravans then. We arrived at Skeg on the train, in the rain, got a taxi to take us to the gate of a field full of caravans. We were left standing in the rain while dad went to find our rental van, which was not in that field, so we repeated the exercise at the next field. Dad came back having found our van. 'Array!' Yelled me and lickle brother. Dad's face was deadpan, and when we arrived soaked at the van it was obvious why he wornt chuffed. 'Journeys End' it was called. It had ended its own journey

As a newt, I refute, Those who insist that I'm drunk. (From student rag mag, late '50s)

That's what I remember of it, fogrider. I frequented it regularly with mrs WW-to-be in '70/'71 after evenings out and on our way home (via a secret lay-by).

Sorry Mr Meeseeks, the name sounds familiar but I can't place it. I'll always have other vivid images of the journey though, all the stations, halts, crossings and junctions. The summer after the Feb 1953 floods we saw a boat in a field miles inland. Also the sea defence wall on the south shore by Trusthorpe was totally destroyed. McAlpine, I think, was busy rebuilding it all when we visited that year.

Sincere condolences, Nonna and your family.

The best laid schemes o' mice and men gang aft a-gley. (Burns) The recently demolished was a modern shiny glittering futuristic palace of straight lines and more straight lines and did its job while it lasted. But we never were keen on straight lines and grids in our towns. We let the continental grand planners do that. We built our towns piecemeal with curvy bits, twisty streets and quirky little parks and public gardens and human scaled streets.

Sincere condolences to you and your family, Ben

All the best for a speedy recovery Loppy. I've heard that a dose of Bach helps the convalescence!

She was a glamorous parody, playing out the Clive James satire shows. Quite appropriate I thought and singing not overly "bad" in that context. 'She never lets words or melody get in her way' (Clive James)

Margarita Pracatan has passed away at 89. https://youtu.be/ptj0kEI-0UA

There was a garage/petrol station corner of Haslemere rd Nuthall rd, the owner was a mr Martin. Garage is now a Halfords. There was a car bodywork repair/respray garage on the old bit of Alfreton rd down the east side of Bobbers Mill bridge. They were Simpson & Slaters.