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1 hour ago, angieram said:

Have been there for Olympics and World Athletic Champs. Would love to see football there and we'd get loads of tickets.

I’m a STH there. £160 for over 65s! Great ground but beer (well it’s only lager and it’s only Fosters) is £7.50 a pint! And a hot dog for £8.00.   I prefer Orient round the corner with its CAMRA winning bar, and it’s incredibly friendly and knowledgeable crowd.

1 hour ago, BaaLocks said:

A lot of the explanation is down to the fact that when you remember something you are not remembering it, you are remembering the last time you remembered it. It's like a rewrite of your memory bank every time you recount that memory.

Take a moment to consider a memory from a long time ago of a friend or family member for have known for a long time. You don't remember them as they were at the time of that memory because your have rewritten your memory of that person subsequently.

Which is why, in law, testimony of events long passed are so flawed, as suggested above.

"We didn't realise we were making memories, we just knew we were having fun." - Winnie the Pooh

5 hours ago, Frogram said:

On the subject of offal , my dad used to love tripe , in all it's disgusting forms . He'd have it cold with vinegar and a  tomato , or cooked in milk and onions , this would stink the house out , and make me feel queasy . Don't even ask what chitterlings were !

 

 

 

Chitterlings hmmmm. That takes me back, very tasty

I’m trying to be clever and incorporate  Northern Irish town names in jokes. I know what you’re thinking, “is there Enniskillen that?”

2 hours ago, Unlucky Alf said:

Gone closed some 10 years ago like the Pub on the corner of Nightingale Road, Royces bulldozed down for a new housing development on Nightingale Rd, Mitre(bulldozed down now Starbucks coffee shop 

Blimey. That means all my schools are no more. St Dunstan’s Infants, Nightingale Junior, Pear Tree Secondary Modern and Joseph Wright Secondary Art School all gone. Even the Art College in Green Lane.

and I loved being in the Sea Cadet Corps. I ended up as a Leading rate and had a drummer’s badge. The HQ was in the entrance to Markeaton Park. Another one gone.

1 minute ago, BuckoBeast said:

Didn’t we loose to Charlton ?

Didn’t we lose to Charlton? Although we were a bit loose

3 hours ago, Elwood P Dowd said:

The cowboy TV programs

boots and saddles, waggon Train, broken arrow, gun smoke, rawhide, Laramie, bonanza, have gun will travel, Cheyenne, Lone Ranger, maverick, the rifleman, sugar Foot, bronco, the Virginian, Roy rogers, Cisco kid, hop along Cassidy.

The goodies wore white hats and the baddies wore black ones.

Always remember at the end of Cisco Kid, he and Pancho would ride up to the camera and Pancho would say, “OK Cisco, let’s went”. It became a catchword and I still say it now.

On the subject of Americanisms being slowly absorbed into British English, we should remember that many words we use are Americanisms that have successfully invaded British English. The list of them is lengthy—and includes “lengthy,” as well as “reliable,” “talented,” “influential,” “realistic” and “tremendous”: “All of these words we use without a second thought.  Those seemingly innocuous words caused fury at the time in the 19th and 20th centuries. “Hospitalisation” is a more recent one as is “tailback” . 
 

however some of the very recent ones are not if the same calibre and are just silly

57 minutes ago, BaaLocks said:

The phrase "uptick" - as in "we are seeing an uptick in sales". Does the word 'increase' not quite work to describe that? It seems to cover most of the needs of expression in the sentence so I struggle to see the place for "uptick" in our vocabulary. It adds nothing, except making people sound like David Brent.

Not come across that word. Sounds awful. I’d have used “rise” or “improvement”.

10 hours ago, Normanton Lad said:

Your career has been very varied and eventful but to me it all seems hellish. I don't like travelling. Wouldn’t you have been more fulfilled as an artist? With your education at Joseph Wright Art School and the Art College you could have been an illustrator or something equally artistically creative. I like the work of Harry Wingfield, a Derby man, and Martin Aitchison. While they were drawing or painting they were probably also watching the birds in the garden. They both lived into their 90s and I doubt if they had more than half an hour’s stress in their careers as illustrators. As a kid I liked to draw and I would have loved to have gone to Joseph Wright School. I ended up working on building sites and latterly doing pointless things in offices. Fortunately, I’ve been retired nearly 20 years and I have been able to do things I should have done when I was younger.

It is a great shame that the art schools have gone. I suppose the conceptual artists and other wasters spoiled it for those who could draw and paint things people like to look at.

In the 1960s and 1970s the Wardwick Library was excellent. I always finished my trip there with a quick visit to the museum to look at the Joseph Wright paintings. I think they also had a stuffed fox there which I found very interesting. 
 

I passed my 13 plus to go to Joseph Wright and then along with most others in my class went on to Art College but I quickly realised that I wasn’t as good as the others so left to become a librarian. When I worked in the Wardwick the Museum had a clear out of stuffed animals, many of which I took for my bedroom. Mum didn’t like it though. I had a stuffed badger but it had woodworm and had to be thrown out. By my bed I had a stuffed squirrel and birds hanging from the ceiling.  Wright’s paintings are fantastic, an example of chiaroscuro.
Things always work out eventually and I like to think I’ve had a good and interesting life. Hopefully more to come

From the “get go”. Aaargh! I know it’s from Get Ready, Steady, Go but what’s wrong with From the start or From the off or From the beginning?
 

These creeping Americanisms are slowly spreading…

3 hours ago, Elwood P Dowd said:

Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days ??

True. Looking back is through rose tinted glasses. I forget that when I was about 8 I helped my mum turn the handle on the mangle after helping her with the ponch and dolly peg in the dolly tub (apologies to those younger than me who haven’t a clue what I’m talking about)

The next time I go to Derby, which isn’t often, I must visit all my old haunts. The area around Abingdon Street where I lived till I was 8, then around Dairyhouse Road where I was till age 15 then to Valley Road, Chaddo before I left and my mum and dad moved to Alvaston. Must go to all the pubs I went to in the 60s such as the Dolphin, Seven Stars and the Bell. Seem to recall meeting up before a match at a pub called The Vine.
 

Watched Long John Baldry and his Hootchy Cootchy Men featuring a youngster called Rod Stewart at the Cattle Market Inn, now I assume long gone. Must go to my old place of work at the Library in the Wardwick, and branches at Alvaston Park (think now demolished) and Littleover. Must go to the Golden Gates at Elvaston Castle where my parents’ ashes were scattered. Is the Sha Bagh Indian restaurant London Road still around? Then known as the the Shagbag where I had my first curry.
 

Ah memories……….

Also I remember when I lived in Abingdon Street, we were next to Graham Street and Russell Street, two of the roughest streets you can imagine, now hopefully demolished. We were considered posh because we had curtains!

12 minutes ago, Unlucky Alf said:

I know Valley Road well...a posh part of Chadd ?, I wasn't to far from you Challis Avenue off Maine Drive.

As for the Fisher...yep gone a good few year back, Pretty much the smoking ban indoors did it for most of em...plus the super markets selling cheap ale

Remember your Road well. I lived in Valley Road from age 15. I left school (Joseph Wright Art School now sadly gone) and went to Derby Art College in Green Lane but left and became a librarian in the Wardwick. Went to Aston Uni to qualify but left to become a cocktail barman in Estartit in Spain at the Custard Beast Bar (you can tell the era from the name). For a short time worked for a shadowy unit in MoD in London. Back to Derby after 18 months, signed on and was taken on by the dole office in Normanton Road. In 1976 I moved in the Department of Employment to Birmingham where I worked in Sutton Coldfield. Then onto London to work first in the Careers Service and then the Wages Inspectorate and then became a records and information manager. Best move ever. I worked on British and World Bank funded aid projects (mainly civil service reform and economic strategy). Went to over 50 trips to the Caribbean, India and Malaysia but mainly to Africa (got arrested and imprisoned as a spy in Sierra Leone, and had a bad experience with goats in The Gambia). In the final few years before retirement I worked on the UK Freedom of Information Act but still keep my hand in and work with computerising the Nigerian Court of Appeal and sorting out records management for Nigerian prisoners. Since my name is Crooks, this is very apt.

The bull sounding off at lunchtime (dinner time then). For those much younger this was a siren to start the dinner break and one an hour later to call the men back. It altered my mum to get the meal ready. Royce’s had a slightly different tone to another one which I think was Ley’s. In the early 50s we lived in Abingdon Street and so were close to both. At the time it was traditional to live within walking or cycling distance from your work. Hardly anyone had a car then. My dad was a metal polisher at Royce’s and had been during the war working on Merlins. Retired in 1979. And no it doesn’t mean he got the Brasso out.

24 minutes ago, Unlucky Alf said:

The 60s, Pine apple chunks(sweets)that would take the roof of your mouth off, Aniseed balls, Lucky bags, Beech nut chewing gum, Palm bars, A bag of scratchings, Jublies, Chips wrapped in news paper, The local copper, Being chased by the older lads for being cheeky, Chasing the older lads when I got bigger, a pint of mixed for 12p circa 1974, Getting a quick feel with your girlfriend at the Essaldo(picture house)in Chadd now Aldi, Getting home from school and my mum watching Payton Place, Coal fires, Pubs in Chadd...the Kingfisher, J F Kennedy, Spinning Wheel, the Rhino, the Penguin, the Rocket, the Grandstand, the Blue Boy...all gone.

As Arnold Schwarzenegger said...I'll be back ?

It’s a long time since I lived in Valley Road, Chaddo but the Kingfisher gone? Was the local just up the road. My dad used to go there at weekends (with a suit and tie of course, as did most working men of his generation). Oh dear, another piece of my memory disappeared. My dad used to go, after he retired from Royce’s, to the Roundhouse every lunchtime. At the time it was officially the Alvaston hotel But known as the Roundhouse

What would builders and other workmen do without their Fix (see what I did there?) and other non stop music stations?

20 minutes ago, Ghost of Clough said:

Would you prefer they started a sentence with "erm..." or "like I say"?

Prefer them not to say any meaningless sentence start

1 hour ago, rynny said:

So you aren't a fan?

Er, so-so

My campaign to have the word “so” eradicated from the English language clearly isn’t working. Just watching an athlete being interviewed on BBC and every question was met with an answer beginning with “so”.
 

Q When did you first feel the symptoms? A  So, it was a year ago. 

Q and has your family been a big help?  A  So, they have been full of support 

Q and will you continue to compete?      A So, there’s the World Championships next week

Aaaagh!   and so the hell of “so” as a meaningless word to start a sentence, usually a reply, goes on, and on…..?
 

I was 23. I went but can’t recall a thing about the match so must have had a good time…..

Went to the West Ham match on Sunday. Haarland was an absolute beast. Fantastic player

Aubergine! What’s the point?

Orient. My nearest team and a lovely little friendly club with a great supporters club that regularly wins the CAMRA award.