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I expect it cut down the shoplifting... Striver

One size fits all. Striver

Taking a small child on a long, long walk through the Derbyshire Dales.... "Was that an ice cream van I heard? Round the next bend I think..." Striver

I thought of another whopper: "Schooldays are the best days of your life" Striver

Dear All, I read JoePritchard's comment under the Life Changing Experiences topic (an excellent discussion topic I thought) where he said that in his opinion "You must consume and aquire to be happy" is one big lie. Joe is wise I think! I totally agree - this is the biggest lie. The truth is we must consume and aquire to make sure the machines keep turning and salaries get paid. In otherwords, our governors want us to consume and aquire to keep everything hunky dory. Hence the adverts for the new model, the prettier hair, the tastier meal, the ultimate holiday etc etc. Consuming and aquiring keep things going - tell us it'll make us happier and we'll keep on doing it (and irronically we become unhappy as the radio breaks, next door gets a better car, the team shirt is outdated....). ANYWAY - the main point of this rant... What do others think is the biggest of the lies? Striver

Ned, Thanks, I definately remember the green paint. Yeah, the Museum... RIP I guess. Have a good weekend, I hope you find some Old Rarity. Striver

Hey thanks Wavey and Linseyw you really made me laugh!! Fantastic! Amazing! Tears in my eyes!! Have a good weekend (I know I'm going to be giggling on and off about those replies all weekend!!): Striver

Dear All, This has been troubling my mind (in a small way!) almost all my life. Please, can anyone help me? When I was very young, in the late 1950s, I think I remember being taken to a place down a short, cobbeled(?) lane off, I think it's called Leopold Street (runs from the Town Hall - not to Library, not to City Hall, not Fargate - know the one? The good 'ol Buccaneer was on it!). Well about half way along this road on the opposite side to what I believe was/is the "Education Buildings" - i.e. almost opposite a bank of bus/tram shelters there was (not there now) this short dead-end lane running perpendicular to the main road - which lead to a clinic or similar. I want to know more about what this place was. I reckon it was right where the pub with the inside street was (now gone also?)! I've never found anyone my age who remembers this place. Thing is, after both my parents died I found out I was adopted and I wondered if that clinic place was a place where various doctors etc. checked on the welfare of newly adopted children. Does anyone remember of know anything about the place?? Thanks, Striver

Thanks for that photo pietro - it really took me back. I could almost feel again the anticipation of making the Airfix Spitfire stored under my light green wicker seat whilst my mother sipped her coffee. Striver

Paulr, I might do... Sorry, I left Sheff years ago and never was too good with street names - where's the Haymarket? I do remermber a very "palm court" style place I think where WH Smith now is (if still there?) between the Fountain outside the town hall and the street with the Star Building on it (Ooops - now I remember - isn't that called Fargate??). Anyway on that road, which is now a pedesrian precinct, there was definately a smart cafe with wicker chairs and serving ladies with white hats. My mum took me there in the late 50s. I think it was called Davys. It was almost opposite a music shop and I used to lust after the guitars in the window. Striver

A few months ago I was interested (and at the time discomforted) to find that the toilets down the road from King Edwards School, Broomhill (opposite Hallamshire Hospital) had been turned into a smart looking cafe/ restaurant. I wondered if it still smelt? Striver

Dear All, First of all I don't approve of graffitti - it is made by selfish people who mess up our city-scapes. However, just rarely you see something that is amusing or even of great vintage or almost of historical importance. Now what I'm getting at is can anyone remember or know of any graffitti that they can reminisce (sp??) about?? I'll give you 2 examples of the sort of interesting graffitti I mean: 1) At the Nethergreen end of the long wall on the left of Fulwood Road between Nethergreen and Ranmoor there used to be writ in large white letters "HANDS OFF CUBA" . I used to see it twice a day when I went to school in the 60s and 70s. Sigh... I expect it's gone now, and I know it was an eyesore BUT I still "reminisce" about it!! Does it still exist? 2) In the early 60s when I was about 10 we used to drive past terraced houses in Attercliffe with "El off" painted on the doors. At 10 I couldn't work it out. Was it some racial insult against some immigrants who had been driven from their homes? Or was it an abbreviated form of some extremely obscene insult I had yet to hear at the tender age of 10? I had seen the commoner F off but El off?? (I spent some time working on that one... the mind boggles..). Eventually I worked it out - the houses were about to be demolished and the demolishers were being assured the electical supply had been disconnected!! Well maybe you get the idea - any interesting graffitti worthy of mention (not offensive or back of bog door stuff)? Regards, Striver (woz 'ere)

I remember being extremely dissapointed on two occasions I visited Redgates in the 1960s. I had saved up for: 1) A "superball" which could be bounced over houses (so the packaging said...). 2) The Corgi James Bond car with working ejector seat. They had sold out. Waaaaaaagh! After many forays to various establishments I eventaually got the James Bond car - but soon lost James (shame - t'would be worth an few bob now..). The superball broke eventually also. Sigh... But Redgates was heaven for a 9 year old. Striver

It gets even scarier - there's a link there to a "life expectancy calculator".. However remember the old joke about the guy who's given up alcohol, cigarettes and fast women: "Does it make you live for ever?" "No, but it sure feels like it.." Striver

... I think I once heard that in France you aren't allowed to use power tools on Sunday mornings. Good idea? Striver