Okay M'Duck

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  1. Hi Ian, Brilliant that you have bought my book, Running with Finn McCool, thank you so much!  I look forward to your thoughts on it!  The other novel, To Hook a Gilded Bird, is just going through a final proof reading at the mo (having no publishing agent, this is a DIY jobby!).  I'm told by the misses that this book is the best she's ever read, but her review's obviously biased!!!  It's a much faster reading historical-thriller, a murder/mystery involving the Special Irish Branch and a London gang of female villains known as the Forty Elephants.  Yes, they really existed; the story being, their name derived from Elephant & Castle area plus the fact they looked like fat elephants after their thieving forages in London's department stores!  You can find posts about the books on Twitter montyjaxon1, email montyjaxon@yahoo.co.uk

    All the very best for Christmas and the New Year!

    Kind regards,

    Martin 

  2. Yep, I was at Berridge around 1954.  I think the headmaster's name was a Mr Griffiths, the youngest HM in England at the time, I was led to believe.  I can remember the school entering us students into Fry's painting competition in '55 or '56 and I won first prize.  It was a huge hamper full of chocs, and I spent the next fortnight taking bars of chocolate to school to share around.  I also remember a teacher called Mrs Parrot.  Evil.  Whacked me so hard on the back of my leg with a ruler it snapped, leaving a huge welt behind my knee...  

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  3. On 10/1/2020 at 11:07 PM, Moz said:

    An article in the Nottingham Post from 2019, claimed that the restaurant on Forman Street became Punchinello in 1965. However there is a picture of the premises when it was the Empire Cafe and it became the Soup Kitchen (there is another picture of that) in 1975 or 1976. So when did it really become Punchinello?

    Was that the cafe we used to cal "the one-up cafe"?  On ordering pie, peas and chips, the bloke serving would shout "one up" to the women in the kitchen.  The place would get packed out and I remember a chap shaking a sauce bottle and the top came off!  I was that busy laughing at my mate's face getting plastered I didn't realise I'd caught most of it up my back!

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  4. On 4/6/2020 at 2:17 AM, IAN FINN said:

    .Hi Okay M'Duck hope everything is going ok with you in spite of this wicked virus how is your writing going? i am still working as we are considered an essential service but most things in town have come to an abrupt stop.I only made a couple of trips to Norfolk and both times were to Hunstanton the first trip was in 1964 when the Midland General Bus Company  motor rally club had a day trip there we all travelled in a convoy me driving my old faithful 1960 Morris 1000 and the second trip was about eight years ago when Jill and i and her cousin and his wife went for five days very nice coast and countryside.Going back to the days at Atkeys can you remember a chap by the name of Bernard Bowler he was a salesman there and called at my fathers garage at Watnall about every two weeks trying to flog BMC parts.Anyway take care keep clear of the virus and good luck with your book.

    Hi Ian, been a long time getting back to you, sorry for that!  Back down in lockdown again but things could be worse I s'pose!  Yep, I do remember the name you mention, and if it's the same bloke, he certainly loved his ale!  My novel, RUNNING with FINN McCOOL was published on the 1st of September on Amazon under my author name, Martin R Jackson.  Getting five-star reviews!  My next novel is already written and ready to go.  TO HOOK a GILDED BIRD should be published early next year.  Both novels are historical thrillers involving the Special Irish Branch and the protagonist James Asher, who is given an alternative to the gallows.  The young man, accused of murder, is given an alternative; to go under cover and spy on the Invincibles, a band of Irish insurrectionist.  Enough said before I spoil it!  Thanks for the good wishes, Ian, and keep safe!  

    https://amazon.co.uk/dp/B08H5TDFQ7/ 

  5. The horn game. It was (or still is) known as "Bating the Bull". The ring, a copper nose-ring for a bull, and the string it was attached to,  a six-foot bow-string.  I used to play it back in the sixties, particularly when Yanks were in there. Make out I couldn't do it, then challenge 'em for a pint. Easy-peasy, chuck it over the right shoulder aiming at a mark in the sandstone and it would plop on perfectly. They couldn't believe it, but would always honour the bet! 

  6. Hey up, Ian. Sorry I haven't replied earlier... been busy writing!  First published in 2017, but obviously started well before that. I played in several Nottingham (obscure) bands including: The Paranoiax, Grindles People and then the Mighty Sparrows. When in the Sparrows, we were the resident band at the Calypso Club in the Lace Market. Carried on in the motor trade and ended up as a Consulting Auto-Engineer working mainly for the Trading Standards (as was) and many Nottm Solicitors. I fitted that in with teaching at West Notts College, and became Course Coordinator with Derby Uni teaching Engineering Sciences for Foundation Degree Motorsport. 

  7. Yo's in the fields, kickin' up his heels, if yo want him, yo go fetch him... while I keep conk 

    Yeah yer can tell I went to Peveril School too!

    On 10/24/2014 at 10:40 AM, PeverilPeril said:

    Keeping conk was a regular term in Radford/Hyson Green for keeping a look out. Usually it was keeping conk for park keepers, coppers on the beat, teachers, spirit tapping or for another street nicking your bonfire rubbish.