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Gawd, I am in that film - playing trombone in the band at the beginning of the film, then later, but not seen just heard playing the organ for the girls fashion show. The piano was played by Dave Palmer, who even at 15 was one of the coolest pianists I have ever known - the drummer and singer is Dave Markham who ended up being a head at a school but when he learned he had cancer has turned full time to a career in music

So...been left Sheffield nearly thirty years or so but always managed to get my hands on a few bottles of Hendos - me old Mum used to bring some with her when she used to visit or I would pick some up when I went to hers. Sadly she passed away, and she was my last contact with Sheff, however I had a few bottles 'stashed away' - and then my wife in a act of kindness, or madness, went and gave most of them away to friends after they raved about it when we gave them meat and potato pie for supper etc. I didnt know until I went for a new bottle ....so..now down to my last one and knew i would have to find alternate supplier. ........and then I find my self having to visit Sheffield on business tomorrow (first time in five years), so I knew I could call in any local shop and stock up.....but even better the place I am visiting is just a couple of doors from the Hendersons Unit on the Parkway - I just called them and they said they can sell me some - Happy Days!!

This was my holiday treat - when Mum took me off to the newsagents to get an I Spy book and a Beano or Dandy Summer Special, I knew we were only days away from going away to the seaside - Bridlington/Scarborough when I was really young - Blackpool and Gt Yarmouth when got a bit older

I do remember Marsdens - me and my mates before we looked old enough to try and get into the pubs used to get dressed up and walk into town and go to Marsdens - we thought we were the bees knees - out on Saturday night in town

Barb k - I have sent you my email address via a PM - but not sure if you can see it as you are a relatively new member of SF. If you log on and check your PM inbox and let me know if thats ok - if not i will post something here Spooky this as I was only talking about this to my six year old grandaughter over the weekend and how a backstreet school choir won a prestigious (at that time) music festival award

Yep I am Mark Memory is a weird thing - fifty odd years ago and I can remember the first lines of " In Excelcius Deo" .....Let trumpet sounds their silver notes on high and let the earth sing joyful melody" Do you have a copy of the photo I can see please?

Would that have been the choir that went to Ecclesfield for a choir competition and won it?? Songs were 'cherry ripe' and 'In Exeltious Deo'

1950's memories - Sunday roast - Yorkshire Pudding made in one big tin - served first with gravy but leading up to that - memory of playing in the street on a Sunday morning. All the windows steaming up on the houses down our street as Sunday dinners were being prepared - those cabbages needed a good two hours boiling! - the smell of the roast coming through the windows that had been opened to let out the steam. the menfolk all in their suits to go for the Sunday drink waiting outside the pub for it to open...and then.....from the radios that could be heard through those same windows - .good bye Billy Cotton band show - hello Family favorites with Cliff Michelmore and his missus - putting together all the squaddies on National Service abroad in Aden and Germany and their families back home...

Not sure it was Blake Street, but he certainly trained on the hills - but only "up'ards" - his Dad was waiting at the top in his car to run him downhill. I dare say a one way race - going up - would be possible - its the downhill bit that would be the problem

I lived in the area most of my life up to getting wed. For a few years had a friend who lived on Boyce Street about halfway up Blake Street - we would go for a pint or two in the Blake Hotel and I was grateful for breather when I got to the end of his street having walked up from Upperthorpe. I never heard of such a race and having walked up an down that bloody hill many times I cannot see how anyone could do it - running down you would probably break your neck if you tripped while running down and climbing it at speed???? - nah, don't think so

When I worked at Johnson Electrics in the early 70's they were regular customers. Saw them a few times at the Mucky Duck and thought they were one of the best club bands on the circuit - there was nothing they couldn't have a go at. The guitarist Ross was a great guy - Years later at a party I was messing about on a piano and he was there and came up and sung a few songs, said he wished he had his guitar - I don't think this Les Dawson impersonator ever had such a great compliment!

Early 70's I worked at Johnson Electrics on Eccelsall Rd. Thursday afternoon early closing so down to the Buccaneer for a few pints and then when it closed (3pm in those days) we went down to the Sidewalk for coffee to sober up a bit. Great place cus we used to bump into some of our shop customers down there - members of the local bands etc. Great atmosphere.

If memory serves me pick,lick roll and flick was an R.E. teacher called Mr Wharton

Tattoo yes I heard that about Mr Snell - I think he took a pub near Crosspool after leaving teaching but sadly passed away not long after. I have personal reasons for thinking he was a top bloke - will never forget the kindness he showed my Nan (who I was living with at the time) following a serious accident during rugby training I had at school - he was the one who had to go and tell her that I was in a serious condition at the Infirmary and apparently the way he handled it was superb - my nan was running a corner shop at the time - he sort of took over the shop, handled the delivery drivers that had turned up, and stayed with my nan until my parents arrived.

Cannot remember the names of any of the 'tough guys' other than they hung around in packs. One guy who I do remember, and certainly not a bully or anything like that was Tony Gillott, lived in Stannington. Fit as a butchers dog, excelled at all sports etc. but a pretty unassuming guy. One day one of the toughies offered Tony out for some reason, so the jungle drums went round and by the end of school a huge crowd of lads, and a few lasses, headed down Wood Lane to the assigned spot for the fight (was down the mousehole somewhere, opposite the Anvil Pub) What followed was a lesson in scrapping that left a very humbled and bloody bully boy on the floor - and Tony with a level of respect which ensured no one ever bothered him again. Not thought about that incident since I saw this post so we are going back 46-odd years, but it sprung back in memory as if yesterday.

I was at M.G. from 64 - 69 I seem to remember the English teacher you are talking about - looked a bit of a hard nut with a shaven/short hair. If its the same guy then he surprised everyone at a parents eent by playing some very cool jazz on the piano by way of entertainment. never had him for English though - I was fortinate to have Dorothy Turner who turned out to be inspirational - at least for me - and who I rate as one of the best teachers ever alongside Barry Sampson (Music) and Mr Snell (P.E.

I am fairly sure this would have been a town centre pub. Dad did have a car but I don't think they went out in the suburbs on a Saturday night. I also seen to recall the landlord dressing the monkey in a suit and waistcoat but then again that may be tricks of the mind - or the old fella pulling my leg.

My Dad - been passed away away a few years now, used to love telling me stories of some of the old City Centre pubs he used to frequent when he was 'courting' my mum. Some of the characters that drank in some of these places and the people that ran them sounded unbelievable sometimes. One that sticks in my head is a pub that he told me about where the Landlord used to keep a monkey or chimp which sat on the bar? not sure if he was pulling my leg but if any old timers can remember this - or younger 'uns that have been told the same please put me out of my memory misery I am assuming this would have been in the early 1950's - they were married in 53, but even after I was born they still went out 'on the town' while me nan baby sat. Fond memories of my Mum - all dolled up, smelling gorgeous of perfume etc and Dad in his suit - that's how people went out on a Saturday back then

My very first Saturday job in the late '60's was working on the cooked meat counter at the large Davy's on the corner of Haymarket, diagonally opposite the Castle Market - happy days

I think the cost of clothing is so cheap relativly speaking nowadays that we do have a 'throwaway' mentality. I do remember using this service when I a very nice pair of trousers I bought from Jacksons the Tailors on the Moor - didn't have them long when I got the snagged on a nail or something and put a small but noticeable tear in them - took them somewhere in Broomhill for invisible mending - when they came back it was almost impossible to see where the damage had been. Wore them for a long time after that.

Phantom Thanks for this - i think you may have solved a 57 year old mystery ! Both Mum and my Nan - whose shop it was, were in hysterics when the glass cut my face - apparantly the newsagent heard the screams and commotion and ran into our shop, picked me up and then ran down to the infirmary. I think I have assumed that because Joe was the only newsagent I knew then it was him but it looks like it could have been Herbert that came to the rescue. Every time I look in the mirror I am reminded of that day because I still have a large scar from close to my eye all the way down my cheek - teach me not to hit glass cabinets with large screwdrivers!

Did Joe have a shop further up St Philips Road on the right hand side going up close to Cross Hunt Street? I spent the first eight years of my life from 1953 living in a shop on the corner of Cross Hunt Street and when I was three had a bad accident with a glass display cabinet which resulted in a major cut to my face - I have very faded memories of being rushed down the the Infirmary being carried in the arms of a man - I swear someone told me that it was Joe the Newsagent

David I used to walk down Division Street every day on my way to work - this would have been 70' - 73 but for the life of me I cannot remember your Showroom - and I should! - but some things are getting a little misty now - could you jog my memory and tell me where on Division Street it was ?

Deerstalker Pub, Deer Park Rd, Stannington - early 70,s "SING ALONG" - Gottlieb - apparently a strong favourite now with Pinball Collectors and aficionados

Saw them a number of times down at the Mucky Duck - brilliant band, some of their cover versions were better than the originals - also served them a couple of times when they came into Johnson Electrics, the music shop one Ecclesall Rd, when i worked there for a short time.. Last time I saw Ross Grant was at a party around '77 - I jammed a few chords on the piano there and he sang, forgot what but it made my day to have such a good singer alongside.