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I have a friend who calls sweetcorn 'see you tomorrow'.( Figure that one out!)

Nottingham born and bred, got married and moved to Bramcote. I never heard of pork pie for breakfast until I visited the 'Rosegrower' pub (now long gone). Everyone in the pub told me it was a local tradition to eat pork pie with mustard for Christmas breakfast, so for the last 40 years I eat pork pie, mustard, a piece of Stilton and drink a glass of port, Christmas morning. Heaven on a plate and in a glass. I read somewhere that it was a tradition that originated in Nottinghamshire in Victorian times, and D.H. Lawrence always had this for Christmas breakfast. Re: previous comm

Greetings All ! I have only just come across this site - and have been reading about memories of the Flying Horse - 'The Fly'. Virtually lived there every weekend in the 70's. Bought back loads of happy memories. I always drank with my mates in the upstairs bar. Can anyone remember the name of this bar? Maybe some of you will remember me - I always wore flared Levi's, cheesecloth shirt, desert boots (with fringes), and either a cord Levi jacket or my favourite Budgie jacket. I had long hair (long since gone) and occasionally, when it was cold, I wore a tank top.