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My comment " Not so much a shop on Goldsmith St but a brothel." I should, of course, have said "knocking shop".

Not so much a shop on Goldsmith St but a brothel. I did my "A" levels at what was then the Technical College - called a Conference Centre now apparently but, anyway, there was a row of three- or four-storey terraced houses that could be seen very clearly from the third (and upwards) floors of the college. This place had a light outside and the curtains of the various rooms were always changing from open to closed to open again at all times of the day and which was timed correspondingly to the entrance and exit of various male (I presume) clients. I can't quite place the building on Google SV

Yes, I remember horehound. A bit like dandelion & burdock. Not so readily available, though.

Tan Sad prams were the ambition of all the unmarried girl/mothers around in my day.

Gran Shan - Yes! It was brown to look like beer and we used to kid ourselves it had beer in it so we'd roll around "drunk" after drinking it. Was it 60's though? I seem to remember it being a bit earlier. Funny that Dandelion & Burdock was brown and quite similar to Gran Shan but didn't have the same pseudo-intoxicating effects.

Just one incident is one too many and I fully respect your motives.

Early/mid '70's there was a Hair by Him on Hucknall Road just up from the NatWest Bank on the Mansfield Road junction. Had my Afro perm there. Next to H by H was a DIY shop very badly run by Sheila Noke who had two psychotic Great Danes. She used to feed them on the leftovers from the Grosvenor Steak Bar. I think she used to feed herself with these as well, she never had any money.

It's a very sad reflection on modern society that anyone feels unable to answer their own front door.

We didn't get Redferns pop in Hucknall. It was Haslams. The mention of a Redfern marrying a Haslam brought this to mind. Haslams were making pop to, my knowledge, from the late 1940's onwards to the 50's at least. Then, Corona seemed to take things over with their home delivery service. I particularly liked their orange pop - it had real bits of orange floating in it. Also, cream soda and dandelion & burdock. Haslams factory was on Portland Road just up and on the other side from Butler's Hill School. Google SV* tells me (I think) the building is now the East M

Wouldn't the wee-in be better just a little further on - at the doors of the Council House.

When you try to put the bottom set where the top set should go and wonder why they don't fit - teeth I'm talking about. I will always feel bitter in the way I was treated by various Nottingham (and Hucknall) dentists - I've mentioned some of them on here. My first disillusionment was with the Hucknall school dentist who had a mouthful of rotten teeth and breath so bad I'm sure it could have stripped paint.

Is it a hollowing tool for use on a lathe (to form the inners of round boxes/bowls)?).

- - Or was Cupitts at the bottom of Duke St. nestled between The Byron and the houses? I do remember Brownlow's dairy (shop) half way up Duke St. opposite the school entrance. They had the franchise for supplying school milk (another thing lost forever).

I've just remembered something else - Cupitts (? Kewpitts?, Cewpitts?) sweet shop. I don't mean Mrs Peppers, it was definitely not that. Was it what became Roy Allsebrooks, next to the High St/Station Rd Co-op? I think it was run by two old spinsters who, like my granny, always wore Victorian mourning black, even in the 1950's - 60's.

I remember forget-me-nots being a right pain in posterior. We always thought of them as pernicious weeds and it seemed that for every one that was pulled out, two grew in their place. Pretty little flowers, though.

I quite often went out in a hired rowing boat at Trent Bridge when I was young. Has that all stopped now because of elf & Safety? I remember seeing a dead sheep in the water trapped in the rushes on the bank. It was all inflated and looked ready to explode!

FLY2 is spot on in cruising the Med. If you want to see how proper cruising is done you need to drop down here to the Riviera, especially Monaco and Cannes. Butlins it most certainly ain't - more like the Ritz. Not called the billionaire's playground for nothing - used to be termed the millionaire's playground but millionaires are two a penny these days. I would say that any vessel that holds more than 200 is too big to get a reasonable vacation without encountering rejects from Jeremy Kyle. Please don't think just because I live near these super luxury places that I am a billionai

I don't know about your specific problem, Chulla, but these electronic computer controlled devices often benefit from a periodic "factory reset" and a re-tune to remove any accumulated garbage and to allow the introduction of new data.

My dad used to say that May 12 is the "correct" day for sowing runner bean seeds in Hucknall but May 10 in Rempstone (where my Grannie lived). I thought this to be a load of rubbish so I tried sowing some beans on May 1 and not a single one grew. It was certainly possible to see the differences in climate and the advancement of the growing season when travelling Hucknall to Rempstone in the late winter/spring.

My Gannex was not what could be described as long but it wasn't "mini" either. It did look a bit like a round beehive when being worn with arms, legs and head poking out of an apparently rigid structure. Thinking back, it was a complete design failure. How could I have ever worn it?

Comedians who are actually funny without feeling the need to pepper their act with every other word beginning with an "f" or, worse, a "c". I'm as broadminded as anyone but, is this gross overuse of profanity really necessary to get the punchline across? It doesn't affect me very much, living where I do but seeing British TV over Christmas, and very occasionally watching via satellite or online here, it does make me concerned about the vocabulary of future generations. If I had used words like that in front of my parents, I would most likely still be feeling

I had a Gannex coat at about the same time that Harold Wilson was in power. Mine was different, though. The characteristic patterning shown by Wilson's garment formed the lining of mine, the outer being a brown mottled tweed. It did have the "beehive" cut, which really showed its pedigree. Regarding a pipe, I smoked one on and off for a time but never really got on with it. Too much trouble, firstly keeping it alight plus all the mess and bother of keeping it usable (cleaning, de-tarring and such). It may also have been one of the things that stopped me smoking, which I did in 1983

I remember sitting on the steps of the church depicted on Cliff's picture posted July 27, 2015 (above) waiting to see the Queen. Derby Road was unbelievably packed with onlookers but very few people were on the church steps other than us. Never knew why (frightened of God, perhaps?). Anyway, the Queen duly passed by. Checking the Nottingham Post records, it was 1955 and she would have been on her way to Wollaton Park to watch show jumping (hard life innit, Ma'am).

Of course the sliced loaf would never have got anywhere without the development of high-speed bread making offered by the Chorleywood process https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chorleywood_bread_process This alone is responsible for the development and success of the dreadful plastic foam like consistency of the sliced loaf - and many other mass-produced breads of that era. It was also responsible for the demise of many of the small in-shop bakeries - a great, great loss. Fortunately, the Chorleywood process is gradually regaining its correct place in the field of gastr

What did you think of it, DJ? You must have had some views about to have begun the thread.