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23 hours ago, DJ360 said:

Here's my source Oz....:

I saw that too DJ360 and I can assure you there are no coconut palms in Temma Harbour in Tasmania.

I acknowledge that it can be cold enough to freeze your nuts off.

Obviously he did not do his homework.

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Part of the pleasure in spending your later years near where you grew up....is bumping into friends from 60 years and more ago.......\i constantly do this in Bulwell.....old school pals from the 50s a

I listen to "Always" and I'm thinking of fabulous Mrs WW, from happy courting days to the sweetest honeymoon, through all the years, all the sunsets, all the sunrises, all the hard times, near disaste

Moved into our new home today,,now sat quietly apart from a little jig when the music of Dr Hook gets too much to sit still, The site seems to have got back to its friendly ways,,so I'm back,,

13 hours ago, Rob.L said:

Love Sculpture might have vanished as a band, but both Dave Edmunds and Terry Williams certainly went on to bigger and better things.

 

As did Adrian Gurvitz from Gun.

 

Indeed.. The lads dun good...

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Whilst typing about Russian criminality and war crimes in Ukraine.. I have..oddly, been listening to The Byrds.

 

 

"Chimes Of Freedom"
 

Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden as the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the poet an the painter far behind his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

In the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
For the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Even though a clouds's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmfull, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

 

 

 

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Just listening to an old instrumetal from the 60s Cast Your Fate To The Wind. My dad recorded 100s of songs off the BBC onto the old 12 inch Philips real to real tape recorder and later transferred them to cd which i listen to when i am working in the garage great music.

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Must dust me 'Trilby'' off........and get down Town......

Bar...smoke...drink.....plus a ''Long tall woman'' in a black dress......who could ask for more........

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Must try a ''Pina Colada''..........often been caught in the rain'''

Love another blind date.....with the Mrs.........At the 'Bodega''

 

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Neither have I, Phil.

Are you throwing a party for your next (big) birthday?  All of us on Nottstalgia could come round yours.  I’m sure someone could mix a few cocktails for it, and the females (or any gender) could all root out their “little black dress” for the occasion.  

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Phil, you may possibly be right about nuclear bombs but I think we need to just carry on with our lives and make our usual plans for the future.

In 1948, C. S Lewis said the following which is quite prophetic 

(part of the quote)

This is the first point to be made: and the first action to be taken is to pull ourselves together. If we are all going to be destroyed by an atomic bomb, let that bomb when it comes find us doing sensible and human things—praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts—not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs. They may break our bodies (a microbe can do that) but they need not dominate our minds.”

 

Makes sense to me….

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1 hour ago, philmayfield said:

Probably we'll all be nuked before then!

If you want to watch a film about the aftermath of a nuclear war watch the 1959 classic "On the Beach" from Neville Shute's book of the same name. World III has devastated the northern hemisphere and clouds of radiation drift southward. The film ends in Melbourne with Gregory Peck and Ava Gardner in a clinch on a beach. If you want to make a film about the end of the world then Melbourne is as good a place as any to do it. You could always read the book.

 

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1 hour ago, Oztalgian said:

You could always read the book.

 

Read it as a teenager, one of the few books to make me cry...

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Mmm cocktails.  Can remember having Pimms at the County Hotel near the Theatre . As it was demolished n 1975 I must have started early as I would only have been 20 then! Have progressed to Pina Colada in later years but only when I’m on holiday otherwise they could be quite addictive as too nice.

 

Mrs B

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This is nothing to do with Nottingham, but I think a lot of Nottstalgians will recognise in it something about their younger days. It's photos taken in the Cavern Club, Liverpool, in the late 50s/early 60s. All the people are now in their 70s !

 

https://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/news/nostalgia/gallery/28-pics-nans-grandads-youth-23335700?fbclid=IwAR2o0bQvK2cL1SK0m8ck-bEJT7n3rciixw2jUOhlOVSThc4MALELS_wPrBY

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11 hours ago, MargieH said:

Neither have I, Phil.

Are you throwing a party for your next (big) birthday?  All of us on Nottstalgia could come round yours.  

Yay, tractor/trailer rides round the paddock. Archery contests,(targets in the trees). Someone must own a big gazebo we could use with a table full of dandelion and burdock, vimto etc. We could all chip in to rent a line of portaloos and surely there's someone who's got the DJ gear.

And I would solemnly promise to not wear a baseball cap.

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03540fa8b4a4be1b286c7d5e5801151a.jpgWhisky-Mac for me.....

Babycham with two cherries for me girlfriend..

Snowball fa Mam.....

Pint a Bitter fa Grandma.......

thats 7/6 sir.......

And tell ya Granny 'No fighting tonight''

 

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Memories of the Red Lion on Nuthall Road; had a Pimms or two then.  Following later on when I went down hill drinking Merrydown cyder in Stonehouse in Plymouth at pubs; The Longroom, Vitualling Office Tavern and the Vine, forming the 'magic triangle'. Merrydown cyder was only served in red wine type glasses at a shilling (1/-) per glass. potent stuff! 

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Cider can have have strange effects. It seems innocuous at the time but then it gets to you. I must make make some more this year. I purchased all the kit some 20 years ago. I’ve got a scratter for chopping up the fruit, a largish press and a load of big bottles plus an orchard of trees. After a poor  apple crop this year we’re due a glut this autumn. Watch this space! :biggrin:

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