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Some friends and I used to collect trolley bus tickets. They had a one or two letter start then several digits number. The idea of the collecting was to only collect those with the starting letter(s) the same as a chemical symbol (we were scientists, after all). We were trying to form a complete periodic table. We did manage to collect over fifty elements, though.

Not quite on the subject of gas works but does anyone remember the gas mantle factory on Radford Road - opposite the gas works? I was a bit further along from what is now No. 628 Radford Road (address found on Google SV) going towards the city. The actual gas mantle factory building seems to have gone. I remember 628 Radford Road particularly as I had a dentist there. There was a doctor's surgery on the ground floor and the dentist (Brian Lawson) on the first - he was yet another butcher dentist I have had the misfortune to be treated by. Datewise, I was still at school so it wa

It was Berni Inns that introduced me to this site - or rather a Google search which led me from Berni to Bristol then Nottingham then The Grosvenor which then links directly here to Nottstalgia. What piqued my interest was that I have a lot of memories of the Grosvenor, having lived next door for some time

I don't remember the pipe but I do recall it being Peggy's Bar. I agree about men-only bars. There are women only places, I'm sure, they are just not defined as such, as you say.

Perhaps part of the BB's demise was caused by it having a men-only bar! I used to go in the BB quite a lot when I first moved to Nottingham (from 'Ucknall) I thought the atmosphere there was great - peace and quiet away from the city outside. The men-only bar was on the left toward the back of the ground floor. Despite being men-only, there was always a woman barmaid there serving these fat, lecherous, cigar smoking city "gents". It wasn't nice in there. Much, much better was the cocktail bar on the first floor (up the magnificent staircase). They didn't sell beer by the pint when I

It's nearly 50 years since I left! Are you following the Hucknall High Street thread which I have resurrected? I would be interested in your comments on that. https://nottstalgia.com/forums/topic/7730-hucknall-high-street-60s70s/ Also Beardall St. School https://nottstalgia.com/forums/topic/16652-beardall-street-school-hucknall/

You may well be right. Not quite as I remember it though. My memory of the place was that it was quite close to the road and taller. Switch rooms on the ground floor and the exchange part above them.

Extending out of the city, there was a large exchange on Portland Road, Hucknall. I can't place it on Google maps but I think it was just down from Woodstock Street, on the same side.

I well remember Johnny Hobbs. I saw him perform many times at several venues but especially the Newcastle Arms, all of those silver bracelets must have weighed a ton, how could he play with all that incumbering him? He was a real virtuoso on the clarinet (possibly other instruments as well) I remember him playing St James Infirmary (as Bennerly) but gradually dismantling the clarinet as he played. It the end, all he had was the mouthpiece and reed with his hands cupped around them. It was an appalling squeak but still, the tune came through. He then proceeded to reconstruct, still playing, bac

Turning a bit off the High Street on to Station Road with the Co-op grocery shop on the corner there was a small street leading up to a car repair place (which looks like it may still be there, according to Google SV). The other end of that street turned into a twitchell on to the High Street at Lodge's ironmongers. I digress. Next along was a solicitor, Shelton's, I think, then a double fronted house substantially hidden by a Monkey puzzle tree. The place was, in fact, Rhodes shoe shop which, seemingly, few people knew about. This wasn't surprising, being hidden away like that. If you lo

I was working at Gerard's at the time. If it was the same fire that I remember, that was actually at the back of Gerard's in a small paint factory on Gauntley Street. The paint factory very close to the Gerards glycerine separation/purifying plant and some bright spark(!!) in the fire brigade decided to associate the word glycerine with nitroglycerine - which you may know as the high explosive material. This misunderstanding of the FB was compounded by them noticing some of the glycerine drums (it was shipped in 45-gallon drums) were labelled: GLYCERINE DYNAMITE GRADE.

I concede I was wrong about Sevens. I remember the start of MMW, that certainly was at the time I was at People's College. I remember it was sometimes a real battle to try to pick my way through and among the various building works to get to Mount Street bus station to get home to Hucknall. ON the subject of the Wimpy Bar on the corner, it's not nostalgic for me. I got thrown out for complaining that my meal (a Wimpy, those ghastly extruded chips - Tasty Fries was it? and whatever else) didn't resemble the picture on the illuminated poster outside. The burger I received was about t

Yep! That was it!

When I worked on Gregory Boulevard we went to the Grosvenor normally and sometimes to the Forest Tavern. When at Gerard's it would be a Shippo's pub on Radford Road at the end of Wilkinson Street (almost but not quite next door the brewery) (doesn't seem to be there any longer) or a posh pub at the Whitemoor end of Wilkinson Street (I can't find that on Google SV either). Of course, there was always The Old General but he was usually reserved for Fridays. I've just noticed on Ian's post the Scotholme Hotel - that was another place that had my patronage when at Gerard's.

As I initially remarked, I am confused by this. The amyloid plaques are may be, running rife today.

I don't know the date of the Seven's removal to Middle Pavement but that could easily fit in the timeline of my memory. It wasn't very long past my People's College days that the place was moved brick by brick.

I'm a bit confused here. I was at People's College 60 - 62 and I well remember Seven's being across the road and up a bit from St Nicholas' church close to The Royal Children and the Salutation. Seven's was a restaurant then. Some, not too long, time after that it was decided by the City Council Planning vandals that Seven's should be moved. I don't know if their long-term plan was to move the Trip and the Castle as well but Seven's was duly moved. I didn't know about its move back to MMW but what a waste of, well, everything.

A thing that pees me off: Children - tiny children, not so tiny children and sometimes quite large children with a dummy (pacifier) in their mouths. There is never a good reason for this. They are a recent invention and yet the human race has managed without them for millennia upon millennia. Why are they here now? Is this why so many sucky kids came along?

I'm also still on W7 for my main home machine. I have W10 on a laptop and hate it with a vengeance. Far too much fancy this-that-and-the-other for me to be interested in. I gave up using MS Office years ago when I found that Libre Office would do everything I could possibly want in an office suite and, as its name suggests, it's free and also not subject to the vagaries of much of the Bill Gates offerings of becoming incompatible with each new version of the O/S.

They didn't have the balls.

I think it was Trumans. There was a Daf place nearby, could have been that. Daf had introduced the DAFfodil car and the place was painted pale yellow. That may have been on the other corner.

The nice boys do as well (A l'eau, c'est l'heure) (That is not French, say it out loud - Allo sailor, get it?)

I found a dead body on Mansfield Road once. It was in the early’70’s – times of great industrial unrest with three-day weeks, strikes, persistent power cuts and such. It was a Saturday, mid to late evening and I was walking up Mansfield Road with some friends back to my flat next to the Grosvenor. It was dark due to the lack of power. All the light we had was from a not very full moon and a couple of torches – which weren’t much good and anyway, we wanted to conserve the batteries so they were switched off. As we approached Bluecoat Street I almost tripped over somethin

The UK being in the EU makes a lot of difference in regard to residency. Leaving the EU also could make a difference to my national status - in which case I will take up French citizenship. I will still be able to own my English property but not live there more than a short time each year and I'm not sure what that is. I don't think the French authorities know yet, it depends on what Mrs May and her juddering government decide will happen to French nationals living in the UK. My big problem currently is a battle with the UK tax people. I get most of my income in the form of US doll

I don’t have an accent. Never have had an accent. I talk proper, it’s other people who have accents. In most of my, not inconsiderable, years I’ve thought that my way of speaking had remained pretty much the same. I could certainly tell the Nottingham accent whenever I left ‘Ucknall to visit the city. I quite speedily learnt to distinguish the nuances of intonation in different parts of ’Ucknall and certainly Boo-ull and Annslee. I went to college in Nottingham and it was noticed there that the way I spoke was different to the other students. I still thought that it was they who ha