oldphil

Certainly is. It's like the library- all the other books don't get in the way of the ones you're interested in. Anyone seen the piece in the paper about the book "St, Anns, the end of an era"? - looks to be a fascinating record.

Me and John Hackett shooting rabbits on his dads farm on Bagnall road - when it was all fields. What made it daft? He had found his dads 303 in the attic. Daft and dangerous; the noise fetched all the farmhands in short order - we'd frightened a cow, fired over a public footpath, and I'd tripped over the gun and gave myself a black eye on the bolt. Never known such trouble before or since. My dad said he'd never heard anything so daft - with a 303 there'd be nothing left of the rabbit to eat.

ok, ignore my last reply! when they redid the pathways round Colwick park, a lot of the posts which they used to edge the roads started sprouting. You could try and grow mistletoe in the bark - worth its weight in gold come December!

I couldn't shift the stump of the dead Almond tree in the front lawn. Rushcliffe Environmental services charged £36. They sent three blokes, alorry and the biggest stump grinder I've ever seen. Barriers went up to protect next doors car. Twenty minutes later, a nice big hole for my new cherry tree and a ton of bedding. Lots of manure and topsoil gone in as well.

remember seeing one come over Belton house one Sunday evening (heard it a long way off first) Told my daughters to imagine large numbers of them growling through the sky at dusk on the way to an uncertain future. Wonder what the "big wing" formations must have sounded like. Off now....my cycling buddy has arrived!

My birthday today, so the iron horse is taking me to Hickling - the tea shop and the Plough should provide enough fuel to get us home.

if it's the same as York, go in for evensong, you won't be charged. If your conscience pricks you, buy a postcard!

Back in the day you and your two mates would have got Wesley to deliver.

Biking over to Averham on Friday to see my sister (weather looks good then) Tempted to come back via Newark for the first time in ages. Is the bacon shop still on the corner of the market, next to the tea/coffee merchants? The finest combination of aromas I ever encountered.

Nice to see you back Ben. Look forward to your posts.

Quite so. Jill is English, Rog is British. We got here courtesy of Italy (the Romans) , the Germans (Saxons) the French(Normans) and the Scandinavians (Vikings). Me? whatever blood courses through these old arteries, I'm on the bike again to make the most of our British weather. Along the way, I don't mind what nationalities I encounter, as long as they extend the same courtesy to me as I will accord them. Have a great day. and don't get wound up by the Westminster Windbags. Phil

Nonna, as they say round your way, "Vivi e lascia vivere" I tend to skim through the posts, and cherry pick the photos. Keep looking for Old Basford and Cinderhill, more in hope than expectation. As for the banter, my dad always said "listen to their opinion, then walk away with your own" . Seems good to me.

Just checked Amazon. 185 gram tin - £48.65. Blimey!

Irony there. Lot of my aunts and uncles worked in Boots, Raleigh and Players. Players by far the better payers. Give the world health problems, pay good money: try to improve the world's health, pay peanuts. Raleigh were somewhere in between.

I spent a long time struggling to commute on the bike, sweating, short of breath - two hours to do a twenty minute journey. Several times helped by passers by. Put the symptoms down to the heart condition. Then the GP had a brainwave. Had the test, ended up at the thyroid clinic at the City Hospital. Went on the bike, and the first trip I was over an hour late! Still saw me. A professor Al Kidiki and a doctor Saif Sahir. My tests showed what was clinically described as a knackered thyroid (workrate about 3% of capacity). Started the tablets; worked within 5 days. Spent a year belting to and fr

Don't you have ti have a medical before it's renewed? Mines up in three years. Forty odd years of driving have given me experience, but also health issues. I am not sure that I would pass todays test first time. Still, that always leaves the Trek and the Giant. Unlike Prince P, I do not have thousands of acres of private estate to drive on - that's why the licence was surrendered so easily!

When I tried that with my barber, he lent me his fishing tackle.

just off on the Trek sleigh for an hour, before the fun starts in the house. Have a very peaceful Christmas, all of you

No, it's still there. Didn't the Queen visit near there recently? Spent most of Saturday mornings in there. Phil

As ever, Nottstalgians have risen to the occasion with every side of the argument in full swing. True, the gap between rich and poor hasn't changed since Charles Dickens first made it a public issue, and conspicuous spending is all around - houses lit up like Skeggy front, booze and food in prodigious quantities. Even saw a big van this morning advertising "dial a dog wash" But, it all makes work for the working man to do. In amongst it all, people man food banks, the sally ann take people in, and doesn't one of the London stations become a hotel over a few days? So, whatever faith,

saw Golden Earring there

Has to make sense. Not that long ago Sunday was a rest day. Are we really better off with a seven day a week culture?

did any one get told that tea would consist of a run round the kitchen table and a kick at the pantry door? Or even a jar full of cellar steps?

no problem with the build. Initially, the penthouse blocks were desirable. I had to do several Electoral roll canvasses in subsequent years, and my Business Studies thesis was on their social and economic decline, which was as abrupt as it was spectacular. Per head of population housed, the Stockhill Lane houses proved a much better long term investment. That is the trouble - Government, local or national, can only see as far as the next election. Real life is usually much longer

I'm still not sure how that all works - someone here did explain it, I think, but I'm no Brian Cox.