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John Windle Good times at Whitely Woods School, short cuts across the Farmers cabbage patch (complaints to Robbo, Miss Robson). Yes John, I remember those curly sandwiches. Robbo bringing the poodle tucked under her arm at lunch time, with it's foot dangling over the open custard. Funny, the dog didn't show any interest in the food either. On rainy days us boys would sit & play chess together after lunch was cleared away. The charcoal smell from the boiler room but so warm & inviting on a cold winters morning. Playing cricket on the field through the small wooden gate at the side of the play ground. I joined the School in 1969-1971 the first teacher I met was John Windle who left a lifetime impression on me. One of the first grown ups that could get through to me, Damn good Teacher!! Remember being called to his desk to receive the previous weeks New Musical Express, week after week. Colin Wilson became Head boy after you left the School but that is all I know. I don't remember many of the boys names David Mitchell, David White Known as the two David's) John Laugh, Jimmy Green (real name Peter) Paul Bradshaw my friend I was closest to. |would really like to know what came of him.

Sharon Fox, she was a good rabbit lived in a hutch on Bevis row Hyde Park Flats. We were both 15 and I sort of stayed with for 6 months.

Hi, I did remember Margaret Broadbent, she lived further down the road to me but I do not know what became of her. There was another family that lived sort of opposite the Broadbents my friends Roy Kinlock & his Brother Neville. A long shot but they may be a possible lead. Good luck. ---------- Post added 12-07-2013 at 18:35 ---------- Hi, yes Gordon did go to Bents Green School (when he went) he just did not like school. He was a friend of mind he lived a few doors from me on my side of the road. He was in the same class as I at All Saints C off E School just over Peter Street. We then went to Burngreave School For Boys then we both left after barley a year there.Gordon went to Bents Green & I went to Whitley Woods School.

Hi, yes I remember her well, I was always getting sent to her office for some deed. I posted a pix of her on my Friends Reunited site. The nurse's uniform always looked ready to split, it was so tight. Fond memories, great times. I knew David mitchelle+ David White they left together I left the Term after. My main friend was Paul Bradshaw, always wanted to know what became of him.

And I could not forget seeing, Ivor Biggin at the Limit, a very funny guy. 1978 I think. I'm A W*nker.--I'm always pullin my pud, I evan had a w*nk in my Davey Crocket hat. and, I've F*rted,--I've just had a trouser cough.

.....and we used to sey, 'shut the cake oil'

Could be, but there is some good crap around. Like gnawing on a sheeps head on my plate, loved it. Some people just don't know what they are missin'. You can go into a *notty restarant & get spare ribs, now that is revoltin', don't know how people can sink to that leval. As a kid my ol' ma used to take us down to the fish market every saturday. She would get a bag of spare ribs for the dog, (& they were for the dog ) so to this day when i see spare ribs I see dog food, no matter how you tart it up. DOG FOOD !!

Rum Do Hi, yes I did work at 'Scott Duride' I was there through 73/74 but can't remember when I left. I left when I got layed off. I was in the cutting room doing the vinyal. Trever was there he was the main guy, and a guy called John, Little Ron was up stairs from us doing the soft cover. He was always called ' Little ' Ron. As far as I remember the building was a grade 11 listed, beautiful building & that clock tower & cobbled yard. Hope it is still there. I think it is great that somebody remembers it, we had some great laughs there, what with us cutters & Doreen in charge of the sewing ladies. :wave:

If you were too old you should remember some of them, so I guess you must be too young. I presume you must be still a little nipper. ;)

I used to love & still do,a lump of cheese & a raw big onion on a plate with a wedge of bread & butter. Mind you sometimes your mouth feels like it could incinerate the rain Forest in one breath.

Love that story, glad you shared it. Reminds me of wot happened to me in the Paramount Cafe. Before my mum went to work in there, I am glad to say. The Paramount Cafe was long & narrow,with the long counter running down the side. At the end was a little corner that had a jukebox and one chair. I usually sat there with this girl I used to play with, One day while waiting for her, her sis came in, we got on ok till my girl came in, saw her sat on my knee doing the vacuume snog. She hit the roof, the air went blue, they started fighting & we all got kicked out. I just stood watching them, I thought it was fun. :banana: My mother worked there at the time the Hells Angles went in there for a cuppa, thats when I started to go back in. It was a good Cafe shame it has gone. :hihi:

Desperatedan Round the bend seems to come from Victorian Mental Hospitals. They had drives that always had a curve in them where Stately Homes always had straight Drives. So I guess you had to be slightly mad to go in one of these places, or just round this bend and we will be there. There are several variations refering to the saying. someone round the bend is only slightly mad, this was commonly used in the 1920s. :loopy:

Nothing comes up about 'Fanny Martin', But there is a tragic case about 'Fanny Adams. 'Sweet Fanny Adams' as we say. Fanny Adams an 8 year old child abducted in Alton, Hampshire with the offer of sweets. She was bruitilly murdered & dismembed by her killer almost putting the rope around his neck himself, after entering in his diary a child had just been killed. With further evidence of blood on his clothes & other evidence. Her story is now well documented so anyone interested can read about it. Crude jokes by sailors gave us the saying 'sweet Fanny Adams' refering to the mutton in the tin is all they got.

Same meaning, but we would reply, ' jus goin rown bloc '. The block being the same as the lump.

Yeah, it was always a corsi edge or a dor stop. :hihi: When folded in half I had a job to get my little jaws round it. When we had chips they were proper un's real wedges. Not like yer 'arty *arty' french fries. I woz a right plate licker loved to tip the plate to my lips & drink the vinagure, still do sometimes. Slurp !