Mr Meeseeks

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  1. Thanks to all re Warro's. I'll have a search through. My first thoughts of the liquid was it looked like a pint of Duckhams 20/50. Cheers
  2. Hi TBI, Thanks for updating, Wasn't living in Nottingham in the early 70's. first beer fest I have memories of is 75 or 76. One of the exhibitors I remember was Warro's selling genuine Scrumpy sent up from Scrumpy land. Very potent stuff. His supplier was happy to ship it up because of the quantity he could sell. He had a Scrumpy bar called Warro's in Fletcher Gate, somewhere near the Cross Keys. It was up some stairs to the first floor, the decor was minimal and bare floorboards. You only went for the drink not the decor. Back then scrumpy/cider didn't attract the alcohol tax for some reason and it was a nice cheap way to merriment. Not long after the government of the day slapped tax on Scrumpy/cider and Warro's disappeared. Can anyone fill in more detail as I've always wondered where he went.
  3. Under the junk and rubbish stored in my loft I discovered a copy of the CAMRA 1978 Nottingham Guy Fawkes Beer Festival Programme, held at the Victoria Leisure Centre 2/11/ to 5/11/1978. Unlike the recent event held at the Motorpoint this was a somewhat small affair, but back in the day it was huge, I think this may have been the 2nd or 3rd event. Opening hours (A limiting factor back then) Thursday 2nd and Friday 3rd November 11.30 to 14.30 and 18.00 to 22.00. Saturday the 4th, extra supping time, 11.00 to 14.30 and 17.30 to 22.00. Sunday you had to be quick to sample any remaining brews. 12.00 to 14.00. There were 16 breweries to choose from:- Ansells, Hardy and Hansons, Home Ales, Hoskins, LLoyds Country Beers, Manns, Marstons, McEwans, Robinsons, Ruddles, Samuel Smiths, Shipstones, Theakston, Wards, Westcrown and Worthington White Shield (Bottled). offering between 1 and 3 brews. O.G or ABV as it is now. (are they the same thing?) of between 1032 and Owd Roger at 1080. Most of the Ales were Mild and Bitter, Theakstons Old Peculiar, McEwans 70/- and 80/- (any ideas what they were?). A shame that some of these names have been swallowed up by the big companies. I suppose it was possible in the half pint commemorative glass that they gave you to complete the circuit to sample at least one glass from each brewer in each of the sessions. Never made it passed the Theakston OP tho'. Some of the breweries underestimated demand and were not on offer for all the sessions although Home and Shippo's was available for Sunday. Still got my commemorative glass and a bottle of White Shield. Back then going to visit a Shipstones pub was some times referred to as going for " Pint of Honest " derived from a two word nine lettered anagram of Shipstones. Clue: first word Honest .... Cheers!
  4. Ok, How about "Boudoir" biscuits real teeth tinglers with the sugar coating if eaten straight from the packet. (Probably why they are thrown into trifles) and those Oreo's, not a fan. Just off to dunk a Bourbon into coffee. Do Jacobs Cream Crackers count as a biscuit? Had a mate who brought back some Cuttle fish biscuits from Thailand. Instantly absorbed all the fluids in your mouth. Worse than Ginger biscuits.
  5. Ginger biscuits, horrible things. Is there anyone out there who actually likes them, above all the Chocolate suggestives and chocolate wafers?
  6. www.BritishNewspaperArchive, online. Has all the editions of the Football Post 1950 to 1980. (Subscription a bit costly though) makes great reading. All the teams and leagues are in there. Played about half a dozen games for Thorneywood Athletic in 1964. They sent a manager from another team saying I'd sign for his team. I declined. No one at Thorneywood had the decency to say "We don't need you". Apparently thats how they operated. You learn the hard way, a lesson learnt.
  7. Hi Brew, You don't get many Paper delivery story's. Remember Allens in the village back in the day. My Dad /Mam used to get theirs from George Parkers on Sandham Walk. The doors back then weren't UPVC and the letter boxes always seemed to have an hefty spring you had to push against. Good tip re the warmth from the bag. Can't remember what Mr Barson at Fourbouys paid. Be good to get other Paperlads/Girls experiences. Did you deliver any any magazines in sealed brown paper bags? There were a couple of rounds at Fourbouys that did, Motoring Mags? Cheers
  8. Just to get the Newspaper theme rolling. How many ex Newspaper delivery persons (have to be a bit non specific gender these days) are out there ? I worked for Fourboys at top shops in Clifton. Chap named Barson was the manager. Hours were a bit unsociable arrive before 06.00hrs (?) to check your papers but couldn't start until the legal time (Any idea's). In the evening it was a matter of arriving early as there was an unofficial queue as to who got their papers first. Evening Post was Yellow, Nott'm News pinkish, but not many of these. quicker you got your papers the sooner you you finished. After a month or so you knew your round off by heart. The winter of 1962 was a bit of a money spinner. Owing to the country being covered in snow with roads and railways blocked the newspaper trains often didn't turn up on time or at all. Neither did some of the less hardy delivery personnel, which meant you could pick up an extra round or two. Morning papers were being delivered with the evening ones got to be a bit of a joke at times. It was hard going tramping through the snow and ice, but financially rewarding. Normally everything ran fairly smooth. Sunday papers were a bit of a nightmare, manual handling regulations didn't exist and the weight of the bag easily exceeded that of whats acceptable these days. Sunday papers with supplements Times and Observer. More than a challenge to shove through the letter box. Easy way was to split them and put each section through, no way you could fold them and hole in one. Torn papers would result in the customer running off to Barson, which resulted of a financial penalty, and a rollicking. Luckily only a few houses on my round took these, Kept you fit though. First part of my round was Tattons Garage, then the COOP rear door, the flats over the shops one of which had a very large German Shepard dog. If he was in the yard he would take the paper from you. If the flat door was open he would take it to his owner, If it wasn't he'd destroy the paper. No dog in the yard it was safe to enter although it was like stepping through a mine field. One bad step and you were ankle deep in Alsatian muck, Big dog!. Then over the wall to the next flat. Round to the front of the shops, next was the Hairdressers, you shouted "paper" then threw it up the stairs. After that the round was fairly mundane. Had to pack it in eventually, after getting into the school team I had to choose between playing football for school or papers. Mr Barson wasn't too chuffed when he said you couldn't have time off and you did. School matches were often played after school and club matches on Saturdays. Mr Barson could be very loud when he wanted to be. I resigned.
  9. Bit late, just found this topic. I used to go to Wrestling at Vic Baths. Along with some mates we used to stand on the balcony. (Cheap Option). On the way in always asked for "Next weeks Bill". (The bouts coming on following week in poster form) A good poster for sticking on your bedroom wall. If asked why you would reply "for my Grandma's Shop". Eventually the regular bloke on the door would be save one for me. Good move, if "Next Weeks bill had some top named bouts on e.g Jackie Pallo, Bert Royal and his Bro' etc. etc they would hard to get hold of. Remember one Thursday night when the Beatles were at the Odeon in town, Ted Beresford, the Promoter/MC (Little bald headed bloke in a DJ) made all his announcements wearing a Beatle wig. Saw a post somewhere in Nostalgia re Billy Two Rivers(BTR) getting carried out of the ring. Not sure who his opponent was, First round, BTR was continually being thrown into the corner post (Scripted?) but he went down after his back made contact with the post for the umpteenth time, eventually being carried out by St Johns. Made for a short evening as he was the Bill topper. Leon Arras, from Barnsley, was a regular. Turned out he was Brian Glover the actor. (Amongst other parts he played the Sports master in the film KES). A few odd characters, Ricky Starr, the wrestling ballet dancer. A wrestling Vicar from South Africa. (Can't remember his name) Zando Zarbo billed as the Afro hair styled Wild Man of Borneo, probably another scrap merchant from Sheffield, Akmed the Turk. Some other names. Ian Campbell, Johnny Eagles, Les Kellet, Zebra Kid., Billy Howes, Steve Logan, Johnny Kwango. Masambula, Joe Critchley. I'll have to dig my old autograph book out for more names. Jackie Pallo's in there. Enjoyable entertainment at the time. When you are 16.
  10. With dogs these days that seem to mate with Poodles, to come up with a new breed ending in "oodle_ Would one of Racoon dog crossed with a Poodle be a Racoodle?
  11. Wasn't Sturtivant the Lovell House master, or is this another one. Did anyone manage to get a worthwhile career or a job even, as a direct result of the Careers Master in the early 60's? Cheer, Meeseeks.
  12. Cheers Plantfit, How about memories of the Careers Master? No idea who he was at the time, only his mini lecture which started along the lines of..."If you want to be a Typewriter mechanic (For those thinking access to the typing pool), Television repair man or Train driver please leave now. If not walk round the room and pick up some leaflets; the addresses to write to are on the leaflets." That was it, one career meeting. Picked up a leaflet to become a Junior Fireman, seemed a lively occupation, wrote off got a quick interview, had a medical, bounced out because I'm colourblind. That was it. Finished up staying on for another term. Should have left at Easter stayed on till the end of July. That entailed another careers lecture, same guy, same speech. Finished up with a job at Boots that my Dad sorted for me. Made a fire rake in metal work, had to use the forge for this task which was great at the time. Think it was a chap called Smedley who took the class. Kept on about raking out your clinker from the coke in the forge. Woodwork, made a coffee table, (as did the rest of the class) it lasted for a few years, pride of place in our front room. Used for standing the bird cage on. Never saw a coffee pot. Probably because the legs were loose. 1960, anyone go on the flight in a Derby Airways Dakota from Burnaston Airfield? Think it was organised as a House trip (no idea which one) but thrown open to all to make the numbers up.
  13. Attended Fairham Comp' September 1960 to July 1964. Managed to keep my head down for the 4 years. Escaped the floggings though. Made my first and last theatrical appearance having a two word bit part in the opening scene of the Pied Piper of Hamelin. (1961) Drama teacher at the time was a Mr Cox, (Penny House) Tall thin bloke as I remember. Music Lessons, a Mr Evans and a Mr Moore(?) went by the name of "Hiram" due to his resemblance to a character called "Hiram Holiday" in an American series on the TV at the time. Any way, first or second lesson Hiram and Evans had the whole class singing and walked around the class assessing each pupils vocal capabilities. There were about six of us out of a class of many who were told to stand and go with Mr Evans. I suppose pride comes before a fall,. The six of us were deemed to be in need of remedial singing lessons. It was the Grunters group. The Eisteddfod: Annual event. The best event in this was the Soap Box Derby. Start in large Playground. Up the path by the Cook House, down through little playground an return via the covered way. Only remember it lasting a couple of years. Neve took part but great to watch. I was threatened with death or something similar if I didn't enter one of the other events by Mr Thorpe. As time was tight before entries closed, nipped into Woolies purchased an Airfix kit, quick dab of paint and entered it into the Hobbies section. Didn't win but saved me from an early death. Diligence: No one escaped, an early version of a Performance review. Held on a monthly basis all competitors would retire to their "Tutor set rooms" and your set Tutor or nominated person would read out the results subject by subject for person by person. Score 1 if you did very good, +half you did OK, zero, just did enough. minus half, didn't do enough, 3 Abysmal. After all the results you added up your score. Anything on the plus side, breathe again. Anything with negative score you landed yourself in the laps of those in charge. On one occasion I qualified for a two week period on a Daily Report. Could have been worse. Best Lesson: Automobile Engineering. Was this run by a Mr Britten (Brittas?) Drove a big American set of wheels. Annual Cross Country: Great if you liked running. best part having to swim across the brook. This was pulled in later years as the brook was dredged. Some names: Mr Caborne, Ran the U14 City boys football team, Syd Boulton, Ok once you got to know him. Mr Shelmerdine, PE staff, Ran a Monday evening Football training session. Fred Ridell, an exponent of psychological terror for the younger person. All in all it wasn't a bad four years. Was never going to stay on. Although I did stay an extra term as I hadn't a job sorted. Parents needed my earnings.
  14. Glad I didn't catch whooping cough. Ta for feed back.
  15. Thanks for info Cliff Ton It was not I who posted those on Facebook. Not a subscriber to Facebook. No class photo for that year, so never had a photo of him, had to pair up with another person in class for a joint mugshot that year. I learnt a lot in his class, the one thats never been forgotten....Going up to 20,000ft in a Tiger moth biplane would cure Whooping cough. Never caught whooping cough so could never prove theory. He would hand out sweets in class to the House with the most points for the month. Also, for that time in my education I learnt a word in French,"Vignt" (20), I'd have struggled if I was No 19 or 21, he liked you to call your number out in French when calling the register. No idea why. Great last year at Greencroft. Certainly taught me two things.