Baznotinnotts

Not known from, er, that guy with Eve, forget his name. Don't remember any of the teachers, except Mr. G. Chandler, who had a quick and wicked sense of humour and seemed to enjoy being at school. Something to do with 'Duke of Earl', a reference only known by those listening to Luxembourg under the sheets. B.

Yes, used to stop at that Little Chef. I stayed with a Malpass family, who lived at the closed Old Castle Inn in King's Stanley, not far from Cam. when I first moved down. Hurrah for sparrows. There used to be more of them. B.

Uncanny! I haven't changed at all, although I do look as though I could do with a good meal. Thanks for this!! Barry

Hi! In an idle moment I put my name into Google and was transported to Berridge Road in 1967. Places I have lived in or around Nottingham, from 1967 to 1980, include, Clifton Teacher Training College, Westdale Lane in Mapperley, Alberta Terrace in Sherwood Rise, Holden Crescent and Highfield Road in Nuthall, Trough Road in Watnall and two locations in Eastwood; married at Greasley Church. Then in a moment of madness I went into exile in Gloucestershire. I believe in Brian Clough, the giraffe in Wollaton Hall and a duck called Ehupmi. Sometimes I return, as you may see here, an album on Fl

Yes, that's the hospital I was hatched in, a former workhouse ... When at Berridge the other student teacher did not turn up so I took his place on a visit to Nottingham Castle. I remember there was someone called Mortimer who had a hole, and at one point all the lights were turned off in a cave and it was all very interesting.

Lawrence was a pupil at Beauvale, but won a scholarship to N. High School, as in 'In Nottingham that dismal town, where I went to school and college' etc. b***ered off to warmer climes as son as possible. Anyway good to meet you again after over 50 years! B.

Fascinating stuff this. I spent my teenage years in Skelmanthorpe in the West Riding, and for no apparent reason decided to teach, so I applied to Clifton as my first choice of college, and in late September 1967, head full of D.H.L. and Alan Sillitoe arrived at Huntingdon Street bus station, for three years of growing up, attending lectures on dead poets and authors, which did not relate to being in a room with forty kids, watching Forest and generally having a pleasurable time away from reality at a place seen by locals on Clifton estate as a bit of a holiday camp ... until interrupted by t

Hi K, I do not have a direct relation to the Notts Watchorns, but the name seems to have spread from the Leics/Lincs area. I was born in Melton. Perhaps the most famous W. was one Robert who emigrated from Alfreton and after becoming immensely rich through oil endowed his birthplace with a chapel which still stands. One of my Flickr sites if interested https://www.flickr.com/photos/126488420@N03/ Regards B.

I really enjoyed the short time at the school, and it convinced me I was probably in the right career area. It was Christmas and I picked up some art ideas I used for the next 40 years. I finally worked out that the foil decorations hanging across the ceiling were what was left after milk bottle tops were punched out. I remember very little about my next practice in a nice little school in Wollaton, but Berridge was very friendly and genuine. I stayed near Nottingham, spending ten years at Greasley Beauvale Juniors, where I met and married the lady with long blonde hair and a mini skirt

Hi Jill! Chap on the right here. Can't find the photo, but there I was 19 years old and Berridge was my first taste of teaching in the real world. It was in at the deep end! I DO remember you, a very clever girl called Marion who wanted to be a hairdresser and Doreth Campbell's brother who I took to the eye hospital. And yes I pressed the button too soon. Regards, Barry, aged 106.