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That might have been "Billy" Brown. I think he had a sister.

I remember building a speedway bike, along with other mates to go with Gus to the cycle speedway track. It was situtated on the slag heap at the bottom of Lindley Lane at the time. I made a bike from a small frame, 26" wheels with Gripper tyres. A fixed gear with small chain wheel and cowhorn handlebars. Does Peter remember coming down to our house on Delves Avenue one day while I was building it, I had got my finger stuck in the cog of my bike. I was in agony and had to go to the doctors and have my finger nail removed -ouch. Your right about Gus's big brother he also had a speedway motorcycle in his shed with a JAP engine. He did race at Ollerton Stadium for a time. The fair at woodhouse. I went up on the friday night with my first pay packet or what was left of it. I earned £2-19-6p. My mother took a chunk for my board and I blew the rest on the "speedway" ride. I then borowed all the rest back the following week for bus and lunch money. I remember well when Peter Shaw died, It was very close to where he lived on Birley Spa Lane. I think he lived near Pauline Thexton. Did he come off Stephen Hamlet's scooter or was that another incident. I think everyone fell off the scooter at some point and with no helmet laws it was often catastrophic. I also remember the cat woman, we were tormenting her one night, playing "Knock Down Ginger" untill she chased us off. We thought she was a witch with so many cats. Kids can be cruel. Members of our "gang" were Paul Norton, David Payne, Stuart White. Paul Pixley, Jimmy Brown, Stuart Jackson, Screwy "Paul Driver" and others I can't remember oh and "Sam!!" used to tag along sometimes.

When we had run out of dripping we used to put lard on one slice and Bovril on the other, stick em together. Yummy.

Oh yes. enjoy Torchy, Torchy the battery boy.

I think Supercar was in there somewhere! and dont forget Torchy that was my favourite.

My condolences Carol.

Thats the one, with Eli -"knock-kneed knackered old nose bag", Set in a pickle factory.

I'd love to see the series where Hilda Baker says "Ooh I must get a litle hand put on his watch"

Brilliant. keep em coming Zakes.

I dont remember any pre-fabs behind the church. Thye were further down near the old co-op at the top of Church Lane. What year are we talking about?

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An excellent book. Got mine off ebay after seing the musical play "The Navvies Wife". by Mick Ryan" which is based on the book. If you get the chance, go and see it. You won't regret it. The Navvies Wife "A musical drama written by Mick Ryan which gives voice to those whose lives were shaped by the great drive to carve out Britain’s canals, railways and roads. Narrative Thousands were caught up in the migration of able-bodied men to the vast scars of construction that have now softened into our landscape. Bonds forged by kinship, friendship, love and economic necessity helped them all survive the brutal realities of the hard life the men were drawn to. This itinerant way of life conferred hardship and uncertainty on the women caught up in it but of these mothers, lovers, wives and widows the newspapers had very little to say; of their longings, sorrows, hopes and joys they said nothing, nothing at all … " My Grandad came from Ireland and worked as a navvy on the Woodhead tunnel before moving on to the Stavely Tunnel.

Everyone lived on credit in those days. If it was't Wigfalls it was Banner money (What was all that about) and Shopacheck, Padgets. In fact most of the shops had credit in some form. You could get half a pack of cigarettes. Small amounts (2oz)of tub butter and cheese. I can also recall going to other shops where mum would hand over a piece of Blue paper for goods & get the goods and some change. Was it Littlewoods? I remember my mum sending me up to the shops on Delves Avenue. There was a grocer (Mick), up there who also came round with a converted mucky blue bus in the evening. I would give him a note which read "Can I have a pound of potatoes till Friday" Mrs *****. Sure enough, he would oblige. I wonder if there are shops like that now?

I am just thinking back to the decision I made back in 197....... I was in the record shop at the top of Cambridge street? I had Music in A Dolls House in one hand and Riley, Riley, Wood & Waggett in the other. I bought the "Family album". I Kind of regret it now. :-)

A copy of the album has just sold on ebay. sit down before you look: Riley, Riley, Wood & Waggett

I remember them well. We had a guy from Frechville who drove a VW beetle. He would park on the otherside of the street and my Mum would send me over with a few shillings and he would send me back with 10 bob. This was for the rent man. I once had a cold and was coughing away when the rent came for the rent. My mother nearly smothered me with a cushion so the rent man couldn't here us and he would think we were out. I wrote a song about: Theres a Man at the Door The doorbell rang, my mother said hide. Don't let the rent man, know were inside. The monies all gone, we've knowt left to pay. Your dads on the doll, the works gone away When the rent mans gone, you can go out and play He’ll have to come back another day. There's a knock at the door, stop making that din It's the man from the Pru, he'll know that were in. He’s come for five bob and it’s all that I have Quick out the back, we’ll hide in the lav. Perhaps if were quite, he'll think were away. Then he'll have to come back another day. The milkman’s here, he’s opening the gate Your dads gone out, he’ll not be back till late He’s gone to feed the horses in his best brown shoes Maybe it’ll win or maybe it’ll lose. So dont make a sound, till the milkman’s gone away. he'll have to come back another day. The butchers boys here on his old Hercules If I give him a smile and say pretty please He'll give us some Haslet and a bit of stewing steak Then he’ll get his pencil out and put it on the slate. When he calls for the money, he'll expect us to pay But he'll have to come back another day. The grocers here, he's coming up the path, If l have to pay him, there'll be no dumplings and hash. Go and tell the grocer that you mum's gone out. And i'll pay him next week, make sure you don't shout. We don't want to broadcast it all down the way. he'll have to come back another day. There's a man at the door and he's brought us some money. It's the money lender man, so, quick son & hurry. Answer the door or he’ll think that were out. Don’t let the neighbours know, what its about If we give him two bob, hell be happy we've paid. Then he's sure to come back another day. There’s a Man at the Door © A J Burke 2006

I don't think you could blame anyone because things don't go the way you liked, It would be more appropriate to apologies for not at least attempting to influence the future of the place we all have to live in.

Marks & Sparks are selling Tongue. It remeinded me of the joke. Man in cafe. No I dont want Tongue, I couldn't eat anything from an animals mouth. I'll have a boiled Egg!!

I went to School with a Peter Croft/s, he was in hackenthorpe around 1965/6. I dont know what happened to him after that. He would be aged about 57 now.

For Gods sake dont give it away. Get it on Ebay, you will be suprised what you will get for it! If it doesn't make a 100 quid or more I would be very suprised. Use the money towards a new one.

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They had to stop it because it got too easy, it was always in Wednesdays net.

Great news. Well done.

The sign company should sort out the planning for you. They will have all the specs, lighting wattage, site plans etc.

They used to stink even worse when they were dripping in stale beer and had spent the night wrapped around a sweaty body in the Bucc.