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First of all, sorry Compo, I knew it began with a C, got the wrong one to give credit to. And a definite whoopsie to Pam Ayres, I thought I'd read somewhere she'd passed away, Googled it, and found an obit for that name, wrongly assumed it was her. Well, it was early in the morning I did that post, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

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No need to apologise, Kath - I reckon we've all done it at some point.

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The small town up north we lived in for a long time, rumours would fly around, especially if someone was ill. A bit like Chinese Whispers, the story embellished as it went along. My friend heard about a death of someone she knew well, put a condolence card in the mail only to find the person was not deceased after all. She did this not once, but twice, and both times had to beg the girl in the post office to go and get the card out of the mailbag before it went off. Totally illegal, but small towns get away with such stuff. After that, we told her she had to see the body before passing on any obits to others! 

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Ha, ha ! It reminds me of the old tale of the general during WW1, who asked his radio operator to 'Send reinforcements, we're going to advance'. When the message passed through various stages, it finally reached its destination as 'Send three and four pence, we're going to a dance'.

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Here's a poem about the recent Queen's speech, written by a singer/songwriter pal of mine. [Credit: Arthur Marshall]

 

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Some fabulous poetry on this thread, well worth a bump. 

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Just looking though an old mag  "Time to Remember" of Nottingham and came across this verse 

 

Ye Doctors, who more execution have done.

With bolus, and potion, and powder and pill.

Than hangman with halter than soldier with gun.

Than miser with famine, than lawyer with quill.

To dispatch us the quicker, you forbid us malt liquor

Till  our bodies consume and faces look pale:

But mind them who pleases, what cures all diseases,

Is a comforting dose of Nottingham Ale.

Chorus: Nottingham Ale, boys, Nottingham Ale No liquor on earth is like Nottingham Ale 

If she take a glass often, there's nothing can soften.

The Heart of a woman like Nottingham Ale.

 

I don't know if this is a song or verse can any member throw any light on it ? I have never seen or heard it before.

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Is it the song "Nottingham Ale"? I used to have a copy of the song on tape but it is long gone.

 

 

Yes it is! It's the third verse.....Here's the song:

 

https://youtu.be/ZAkCzbdZWCQ

 

 

 

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Thanks Compo x

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[Seen elsewhere, author not credited]

 

The outside toilet.

 

In deep midwinter freezing cold,

Walked down the path, feeling bold,

Needed to go, just couildn't wait,

But the wind and rain would not abate.

 

Those powdered walls that made you white,

If you should touch them out of fright,

When a big black spider came to greet,

As you sat upon the cold, hard seat.

 

The sunday paper cut in squares,

Waitng to cut your derriere,

Hung from a nail on the wall,

Something to read whilst in the stall.

 

Alas, the spider's getting near,

Making your time there fill with fear,

Suspense is interrupting the flow,

Should you stay or should you go?

 

Try as you might, it will not come,

So grab a square and wipe your bum.

With one fast move you're out of there,

Brushing cobwebs from your hair.

 

That was terror when I was a lad,

So when they put loos inside, I was glad!

Just be thankful as you pull that chain,

You need not go outside again.

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Some good reading in this thread!

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There once was a Scotsman named Andy

Who went in the pub for a shandy

When he lifted his kilt

to wipe what he'd spilt

the barmaid said crikey that's Andy.

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