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14 hours ago, Deepdene Boy said:

Derby Evening Telegraph published a Green 'Un for thefootball results.

Newcastle EvenIng Chronicle had the Football Pink.....says it all really.

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4 hours ago, benjamin1945 said:

I bought an Engagement ring from there Commo about the same year........wish i could remember who for ........lol

Don't you just love him! ;)

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I made some comment a while ago about Theatre Square lit up at night..62746.1.640.640.UNPAD.jpgBeastmarket Hill in 1951..neons made the night feel special...films like Ryans Daughter, Doomwatch and Flight of the Doves were treat nights...and a chip and pea mix washed down with my fave..idris.

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63789.1.640.640.UNPAD.jpgA 1953 Queens Coronation decorated Long Row.

I posted a nightime photo a while ago of two ladies walking past the Odeon Cinema- i enquired as to who the neon belonged to?..Farmers Radio Shop..forgot all about the Singer Sewing Machine Shop further up.

How lovely things looked then.

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"Gabbing" lovely word that,where did it come from?

 

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My first supervisor at Boots was a Sgt.Major Rog...used all those expressions..work hard and he'd back you to the hilt. He used to whistle before he came along..as a warning that he's approaching."Gabbing" was one of his...and " glegging".

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I've only heard 'gabbing' once since I left Nottingham and that was when I lived in Ashford, Kent. It was in a shop (M&S, I think) and the floor supervisor was admonishing her staff for not attending to their work but standing around gossiping (or gabbing). Her accent wasn't particularly Nottingham but there was a definite East Midlands tone there which stood out amongst the Sarf London and Kent dialect native to that area.

'Gleg' I heard a few times in the south of England usually as in "gizza gleg" meaning "let me have a look" - which, no doubt, is the same as in Nottingham.

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"Gab" is a recognised word, think of a gabble, meaning idle chit chat. There is an online platform like Twitter, though not so politically correct, called Gab.

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I notice there aren't any women listening to him, perhaps they were all doing the shops, sommat us men aren't very good at so sitting listening to someones opinions might be the better option

 

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My theory is this:

From the position of the sun it would be late afternoon. In those days the pubs didn't open until 5pm. (6 on Sunday). So it was waiting time.

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On Sunday morning there were several people 'preaching' to the uninterested and unconcerned. Everything from Peck extolling the virtue of communism to end of the world doomsayers and everything in between.   Occasionally there would someone who heckled the speaker but it was mostly good natured.

There was a catholic who brought his own little wooden pulpit, a man who stood alone but always started his speech with 'I am a group of young people' - his beef was immigration and would no doubt be arrested now days for the things he said.

One guy I remember had an khaki shirt with all the trouble spots of the world written in felt tip on the sleeves. Claimed to have been in every one (the latest at the time I think was Biafra). He 'knew and could prove' who was responsible for the atrocities because he was there. It was Loki, Norse god of mischief!

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I often sat there and listened. Some spoke very well..and i enjoyed the "here here"..or "boo".

With an icecream sucker from Watmoughs..it was Desmond Morris heaven.The sali Army band played..and stryofoam cups of tea were dished out.

Always a familiar character..the West Indian with a Pliabus Hat and acoustic.

The small bloke in denim with the Irish Wolfhound...and the three wheeled disabled cars..driver wrapped in a Tartan blanket.One tolerant Bobby and it made for a fine Sunday afternoon...only punctuated by Little John.

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We were walking around Doncaster market area a couple of years ago and there was some woman walking up and down preaching the gospels or sommat,shouting at the top of her voice, I shouted back,"why don't you shut up and go home and get your husbands dinner ready", loud cheers went up from the crowd and loads of people came up to me and shook my hand or patted me on my back, I had loads of South Yorkshire friends that day

 

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s14.jpgSure i remember this bloke..they were'nt all bible bashers..many speakers..and a few women spoke of the" danger of Thatcher and everyone buying their council houses...and no more social housing being built..industry going out to foreign shores or finishing..leaving generations north of Britain without employment and kids and grandkids..never knowing work or wages"...bleddy hell..he had a crystal ball- that fella.

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