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I got 15p for delivering a mere 35 Green Un's in Grenoside. I used work my way up delivering them until I got to Topside then I had a clear run back down until Herodsville (our football field, where the Mormon church is now) so I could fly down the park on my bike then start on the estate and a couple on Wheel Lane, then drag myself back up home. Winters were a nightmare. I did the Star delivery earlier in the evening and if it rained or snowed I got wet or frozen twice in 2 hours. My parka was black with ink on one side.

We went to Julios in Oughtibridge with the neighbours and he suggested the Top Red next time, they went and said it had totally changed and the food was really good. No details, just really good.

Hi Barts, just a little tip with Talktalk: if you have any problems, talk to them via Twitter at @TalkTalkCare and they'll email you. Don't even bother with the call centre. The email communication is really positive, when we lost the phone for a month due to a severed cable, the Indian call centre droned on about company policy, charges, whether it was our fault or theirs etc because that is all they have been trained to do, the email response was to look into it and culminated in a free month. Cheers.

There is a Michael Parker who posts regularly in Look Local. I think he lives in the Stocksbridge/Deepcar area. Maybe email Look Local to put a request in the letters page. Email: news@looklocal.org.uk

The bloke selling washer and vac stuff sells some great stuff, branded stuff as well. There's no point us going anywhere else for our kosher Miele fabric vac bags seeing as he flogs them at just over half the price almost every other source does. So as far as this particular stall is concerned, cheap yes but not dodgy.

Ha ha, I think so. The really fair haired kids are called kaaskop (cheesehead), Ronald Koeman is a prime example. I don't hear howls of protest about it. It's accepted as a fact of life.

Precisely, and you don't have to and never have had to jump up and down on the rooftops. If anything the Peter Tatchells of this world have unravelled the covert and gradual acceptance many actors & musicians had achieved, by his aggressive militant actions. Another two friends whom we let fireworks off with from their house in Deventer on Millennium Eve, were the first two "homos" to get married at Deventer town hall. They had a nice house, nice mother, served great Oudjaarsavond food and then we went to their gay nightclub because all the others were chockablok. Okay, I said "Homos", well, in Holland that is acceptable as is neger to describe a black person. The gay community and black people in Holland are not touchy about mere words. We're wordaphobic in this country, we have words to describe cripples, ****** (actually, a word that means black in Italian & Spanish, deleted because it offends the mods) and homos and all are now taboo, replaced by milder words, more diverse words, less upsetting to the more touchy in society but it's how our ultra soft and tender society has been moulded by people who quite clearly know far more about everything than the rest of us. There's no argument, you are who you are, but some people just can't accept that. There is always someone who thinks they know better than everybody else. Maybe they should have a Sheffield Forum Knowitalls Parade next year?

Ha ha, yeah, thanks for the warning. Maybe I should give it a bash. Ooops, blown it now.

I've always been "live and let live". I spent Millennium Eve in a gay bar in Holland. I had two gay friends who owned an antique farm in Drenthe, Holland unfortunately one died of cancer last year. He was a massive and strong bloke, could lift huge oak wardrobes into the vans alone, ultra religious Dutch Reformist, great bloke, and a good mate of mine and my missus. I am straight but don't categorise my friends as gay, black, asian, men, women, white, straight or mentally retarded. They're just friends. However, that there is a Gay Pride parade, only serves to agitate the prejudices of those with "them" and "us" perceptions. I find it nothing more than an excuse for gay people to parade through a city saying "Look at me, I'm gay" and it's not really necessary to do that unless you are actively looking for attention.

There are BT Openreach vans all over S36 and S35, BT won't tell anyone there is a problem in your area unless you ring them, notwithstanding if you ring the help desk/call centre they'll talk you through loads of simple tests you can perform in your house in case there is a fault in your home. I'd hang fire for a couple of days, they are fixing it bit by bit.

Seaman Photographer, London Rd. Just up from The Cremorne, just after the charity shop on the corner. Recommended by various foreign consulates for passport photos.

I think that part of the thread has been dealt with now. Stocksbridge isn't any more a back wood than Dinnington or Dronfield, also "rural" industrial areas. So, what do you think to this halfway house thing that Sheffield City Council think they are going to get away with?

It shouldn't, you're right of course. However, if it was a take-away or small business, planning permission would only be granted after a public notice was published with latest objection date, for what it would be worth.

You read it correctly, you clever little man, I don't live in Stocksbridge, I live in Deepcar, near the clock tower. As for knowing what you are talking about, I can't see any reference to the original topic in your posts. Your overall contribution to the topic has been zero. As for the original topic, has anyone approached Sheffield City Council or Angela Smith MP for guidance and legality of opening such an establishment so close to an old persons home and a childrens nursery?

I don't live in Stocksbridge, but it dismays me when a perfectly normal thread gets hijacked by a keyboard warrior with nothing better to do with his time than sit on his backside, hide behind his monitor and type rubbish. Like Penistone999 said, the council can move quick when it suits them, so they could have an ulterior motive they don't wish to become common knowledge.