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Wondrful memories, Jill. more of this please, Alpha.

Ben, I'm slightly off piste with the cricket; but can you recall my maternal family name of Alcock who's origins were in kirkby and the local coal mining.

Mrs B, tried the website you gave, typed the house number and name of the road; result, No results found matching your search criteria. Failed!

Now there's a surprise Phil for not being invited! Perhaps you wore a cravat instead of the required dickie bow.

Katyjay, The muli-story terraced houses you have described were miners' working Newcastle Pit (Duke of) accomodation situated on Whitemoor Avenue. Similar housing for miner's working Newcastle Pit were rows of cottages on the left hand side of Basford Road (ex High Street). There is a row of brick-built cottages on Nuthall Road opposite Didcot Drive that were, apparently, occupied by mine deputies or similar. Unfortunately, although still extant, some of the the facades have change over the years. I remember the fronts of those cottages and the front doors were well cared for with po

In basic terms, my statement regarding fanatical mutants, refers to those who attempt to subvert reasonable protest into examples of chants for jihad, riot, looting, destruction og property and to disrupt daily life generally. A more benign variant are those who climb on trains, prevent the movement of traffic and tear down statues. As for the control and prevention of drugs, it might be if the reasons for starting on the pathways of drug abuse were discussed as a starting point to determine a strategy fo drug use controls. Mainly, drug use arises through the weakness within the in

Well Phil you could trade in your wife's Jag when you go for your next take-away or buy a book of first class stamps.

Whoever attempts to govern this once greater country and from whatever political spectrum they represent, I seriously doubt this country will ever achieve what has been lost. Indecisiveness, incompetence, corruption and weakness are just a few traits that have drawn the country down into the mire of bankruptcy and poverty we are becoming used to today. The wokeists, the fanatical mutants and the ever-present handwringing snivelling ‘do gooders’ have been allowed to thrive and spawn so we have lost control of our nationality, pride, moral conduct and the tenacity to stand up and con

G'day Oz, When I was younger, on odd occasions, we had tripe with onion sause for dinner. Tripe was disgusting. It is only now that we could have, just as easily, been presented with French onion soup and fed the tripe to the dogs.

Reading Peveril's latest contribution regarding religion led me to the Thought's for Today on the BBC's Today morning news that I listen to in bed. I often think when listening to these so called religious zealots that they must be on wacky baccy. I'm astounded at the unbelievable rubbish in that they attempt to justify in their mythical god how (he) loves us all and he is with us, makes me think that these educated people can actually believe in the things they speak of. Sorry if I have offended anyones feelings and I know that I could turn off the radio for two minutes but I just canno

What types of aircraft did you fly, Mrs. B?

Nice reflections of the golden era, keep 'em coming Ben.

Poor Phil, off to bed early following a mince pie and a candle and Mary 1947 please post an image of your wished for new body..... As for me usual small family gathering with no fully decorated tree this year but a small yucca with few lights added. Well I don't like to be extravagant. Wishing you all a happy Yuletide, sod the 'Christ' mass.

Hi Oz, To us living in a broken and ruined nation I would swap places with you anytime. It's taken 160 years to escape Victorian poverty and mis-rule of the governing incompetence, where we now find ourselves sliding inexorably back into the mire. I feel ashamed to be a member of this broken degenerated society.

MargieH Nice to see that you are able to source sliced bacon. If we had bacon sliced at the counter I would certainly buy it, though Morrison's bacon is not too bad. Our ex-Waitrose was probably the best.

I believe I've mentioned this of the Nuthall Road library; delightful interior design, peaceful environment and the rotunda. Unfortunately, the library's blissful days may have long gone.

I hope your recovery is progressing well DJ. I did a little too well during my pre-second knee replacement physio assessment. So I'm signed-off until next time, if there is one. The waiting time for a knee replacement operation is two years! My initial knee replacement went very well, it's the physio and exercises after that are more difficult.

I'm using a Epson XP-235 which works reasonably well with internet inks, e.g, the Cartridgepeople etc. If there's an offer on Epson inks I occasionally use these too.

Thanks for the reply Jill. I'll revisit Berridge. I not sure if I would now recognise ny of the girls, but I'm certain it could have been Carole.

Albert, I remember Deal Depot in 1965. The old north barracks were the Musicians quarters. The newer recruit barrack blocks, parade ground and cinema have since been demolished as if it never existed and is now occupied by a housing development. Most living quarters, consisted of the new four storey blocks lower down the camp. There were still the old mansard huts higher up the camp which remained there until about 1970 when Lympstone expanded.

Now, Russ Conway, wasn't his other less known 'tickling activities' related with Cliff Richard?

The County Hotel, my mother's favourite meeting and drinking venue.

I too remember the Red Lion on Nuthall road very well, having spent many happy hours there around 1962-65. A very nice lounge where the Roy the landlord's daughter's would descend the staircase and grace the young bloods with their presence. There also were visits to the Park Tavern opposite where a friend of mine Mick Wright, on occasions, served behind the bar. Happy times.

A British version of Sharia Law would be useful; carry a knife fingers off, using a knife or burglary hand off, rape penis off, murder head off, brutal assault on children and the elderly crushed hands. Any offence of a criminal assault removes any benefit or other right to assistance. Prison sentance serves full time. In prison, no 'anything'. Over crowding, put up old military bell tents for them to serve their time in or use disused coal mines. No more parole boards or probation service. Once in stay in! No more lip-spittling do gooders and fawning humanist

It's not the leaves of the fig tree that concern me, but where the figs have gone and why?