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  1. June 1966. part 2. On a recent walk it was a delight to come across two birds I had never knowingly seen before, one a linnet, the other a whitethroat. The linnet was the more positively identified. At first sight it seemed to be a baby robin but I knew the answer to the quiz question, 'how far up does a robin's red go'? This bird's red breast did not go that far. Not only that, there was a clear hint of cleavage, the red colour dividing down the middle and a separate touch of a deeper bluey-red topped the head. Too soon it flew off, leaving a memory of a pretty, almost exotic little creature. At the time I had no idea what the bird was, apart from wandering if it was a redstart. I needed to get to Frecheville library to hunt through the pictures of their bird books. At the library I spotted another interesting bird...fully breasted and long legged, called Patricia. The blushing Patricia kindly directed me to the bird book section. On page 87 in the book, Birds of the Field and Forest, I found a picture of a linnet. The picture confirmed what I'd seen earlier that day. The books were not as helpful when it came to whitethroats; they differ over whether the back is grey or brown. A small slim bodied bird, I saw it as pale brown with an almost white belly, hopping along a path in a grassy green garden. It was in the same garden that I saw the linnet, perched on a recently clipped gorse bush on the new Newstead estate. It is ironic that people seek to walk in the wilder areas only to find such birds as these amongst manicured lawns and flowerbeds. For those who may be itching to know the answer to the quiz question, a robin's red reaches right above the eyes to the forehead. The linnet has a notably sweet song. I've heard it.
  2. June 1966. part 1. June is a peaceful month in the countryside. Most of the birds have successfully reared one nest of chicks and some are sitting a second clutch of eggs. The very wet weather that we had earlier in the year did not affect the hare's breeding programme. The leverets are now nearly full grown and in good health. This cannot be said about the rabbit population. It has once again been decimated by the killer disease Myxamatosis. The ever increasingly grown crops of oil rape seed make near perfect cover for most of the ground dwelling wildlife and with it's vivid yellow flowers it makes a startling contrast to the usual patchwork of green. It is light very early in the morning now. The best time to study wildlife, animals and birds alike. I know of three different places where to watch the kingfisher. Sometimes just a flash of blue is all you may see as the bird dives into the water, but by standing still and quiet you can watch this expert fisherman at work. A host of early summer flowers are now appearing; honeysuckle, dog rose, ragged robin, buttercups, red and white clover and countless others are contributing their colours to make the countryside a beautiful place. A June motto; "Mist in May and heat in June Bring all things into tune".
  3. Germs 1966. Having awoken in playful mood, Zakes, aged 12, undrew his bedroom curtains to let in the light of a new day. Having had a tiddle, and a quick wesh in the bathroom, Zakes arrived in the kitchen downstairs, because he didn't live in a bungalow. Dad and Mum Zakes were sat at the sky-blue pink coloured formica-topped dining table. They had already breakfasted, and were now reading. Dad Zakes was studying the horse-racing form in the Saturday issue of the Daily Sketch. Mum Zakes was reading with envious eyes, the latest issue of the Parade nuddy magazine. Having loudly harrumphed, Zakes cheerfully good morninged the pair. He received the usual response. . . no response. As it was Saturday, Mum Zakes would be soon setting-off to do the family's weekly shop, at the Castle Market, in town. Mum Zakes always bought Dutch cheese, German quark, French rye bread, Danish bacon, and British broken biscuits. Dad Zakes would also be going into town, to have a bet on the horses, and to drink a pint or three of beer. Dad Zakes enjoyed drinking Stones Best Bitter, because it tasted somewhat 'gritty', and because it was as smooth as a pebble. Dad Zakes once had a bad case of gall Stones, when he had gotten bladder-ed at the Rock Inn, in Crane Moor. He later had a relapse at the Rock Inn, in Green Moor. Dad Zakes was never seen in Pistmoor, nor in Dixon Lane, in Sheffield. Zakes would be going to the matinee at the Rex picture palace, in Intake, if he could manage to cadge a Florin off his dad. The money would cover the cost of admission, spice, an ice-cream, and a good sized bag of scraps from the chip-hole, on his way back to home. ----------------------------- On the dining table atween the two readers, was a half loaf of Hovis brown bread. Zakes reached atween the two perusers to snatch up the loaf. The writing on the wrapping said. . . 'Hovis is the slice of life'. It also said. . . 'Hovis is the foundation of sturdy health and leaping energy'. Further reading revealed that Hovis bread had wheat germ in it. This confused Zakes, causing him to knit his eyebrows together. He wanted immediate explanation as to why so called healthy bread had germ(s) in it. Zakes - "Dad, this bag of Hovis bread says its got wheat germ(s) in it, surely that's poison. Why are you two still alive. Is it a slow-killing poison?" Dad Zakes - "No son, you have got the wrong end of the loaf. Hovis bread isn't poisonous. Wheat germ is the vitamin-rich embryo of the wheat kernel, which is largely removed before milling and is used in bread and cereals, as a food supplement. The bread doesn't contain wheat rust, nor does it contain wheatworm, so its safe to (wh)eat. And please cease coming out with your eloquent outpourings of wisdom. " Zakes was still confused. Zakes - "When we lived on Hackenthorpe, dad, I used to go to the fields behind Carr Forge Road, then I went down to the Shirebrook river. On my way there, there was a big wheat field full of wheat, and I saw lots of birds swooping down from the sky, to eat wheat from the field. I thought the birds were Corn Buntings, but when I got home and looked in my Observer's Book of Birds, I found out the birds were actually Wheatears. The next time I went to the wheat field, which was two days later, the Wheatears weren't there anymore, I had waited ages for them. Do you think that Germ(s)many could have sent German spies to scatter German germs onto the wheat field? That would explain why I didn't ever see the Wheatears again. Them German trunts poisoned our birds, dad!" Dad Zakes - "Don't be daft, son, the Germans wouldn't dare come to poison our birds. Mr. Churchill shewed them German trunts the error of their ways over twenty years ago. They won't be bothering us, or our birds again. Here, have a taste of this slice of nice Hovis bread." Zakes - "I hope this 'Hovis slice of life' doesn't cost me my life. If I go all green, then fall to the floor, phone 999 for an ambulance, and may God save me. Please don't be a devil by phoning 666, it could be a matter of loaf and death. " Zakes took a tentative bite of the proffered slice of Hovis. It tasted nice, very nice, wholesome and wheatsome. . yummy. ----------------- Zakes - "Mum, when you've quite finished browsing through my magazine, I want to ask you summat. Can I have a party, I want to invite my pals, and my pal-esses?" Mum Zakes - "I'll let you have a party on condition you promise to mend your ways. I suppose you'll be wanting me to buy loads of fancy things like, eclairs, vanilla slices, elephants foots, other buns, ice-cream etc?" Zakes - "Oh, no, Mum. I want a basic party, nothing extravagant, just a nice little get together for 34 lads and lasses. I've had a quick think about the food we'd like to have. It consists of. . . 1 large pack of 'hundreds and thousands', Mr. Whippy, Mr. Softee, Mr. Taggy, Mr. Cuneo, and Mr. Ronksley always sprinkle them on my cornets of ice-cream. 6 packs of double-wrapped Kraft margarine. 1/2d for a half-pound packet, it spreads smoothly even when cold. Quality counts, when its Kraft. 1 crate of Pepsi-Cola, Its more than refreshing! There's Pep-Pep-Pep in Pepsi-Cola. Try Pepsi when you're thirsty. 13 packets of Jacob's Fig Rolls. Hungry boys at work like Jacob's Fig Roll biscuits. Rich fruit baked in a biscuit. 12 loaves of Hovis wheat germ bread, it tastes great, Mum. " "When you've bought that lot Mum, I'll give you three simple recipes, so simple, even you'll be able to do them. " Mum Zakes - "Tell me the recipes now, so I can set mi mind on how to do them. " Zakes - "OK Mum, here goes. " Fairy Food: "Sprinkle 'hundreds and thousands' onto slices of Hovis bread, already smeared with Kraft margarine, then cut in star and diamond shapes. Children are enchanted with this. " Butter-Bunnies: "Hovis bread slices already smeared with Kraft margarine. With a large rabbit-shaped biscuit cutter, cut the Hovis bread into entertaining rabbit shapes. " A treat for every day: "1 breadknife, sharp. 1 Butter knife, blunt or sharp. 3 loaves of Hovis wheat germ bread. Lots of creamy Kraft margarine. " "With breadknife, cut thin slices of Hovis bread. With Butter-knife, add Kraft margarine generously to the Hovis bread. Continue until the Hovis bread, and Kraft margarine are exhausted, spent, used-up. Children are mad about the taste of Hovis wheat germ bread. " ------------------------------ Minutes later. Zakes - " Mum, I'm hungry, can I have some breakfast, please. " Mum Zakes - "Yes son, would you like to have a bowl of Shredded Wheat, I think its got germ in it. I've got fresh milk too. Start your day the healthful way. " Zakes (smirking) - Yoik!! No Mum, I'd rather have a bowl of germless Wheatear-bix instead. " Mum Zakes (irked) - Wallop! Zakes (in pain) - "Ouch! ! " 2 hours later. Zakes was trotting along Birley Moor Road, heading toward the Rex flicks, in Intake. His red left-ear was still hearing the Bells of ST. Martin, but he wore the smile of a cheeky Cheshire cat. Zakes was so pleased with himself, having sown the wheat to deliberately wind-up his parents. . . Once agean! ! Ha-Ha-Ha. ----------------------------------- Zakes' party went down a treat on the following weekend. . . The food was heavenly. The girls were willing. The Yardbirds played, their Heart(S)Full of Soul, on the two-tone grey and red Dansette record-player.
  4. swfc v Luton I recall the wednesday v Chelsea cup tie of 1973. Here is a pic of the celebrations after the wednesday goal, scored by Roy Coyle. Sunley and Joicey joining in the fun. Here is a pic of Osgood scoring the Chelsea winner, with Clements, Prophett and Grummitt ball-wetching. With Osgood not being fully recognisable on the pic, here are 2 other photos of him 1 2 . I don’t have a pic of Bill Garner scoring the first Chelsea goal. Instead, here is a pic of Garner having scored against Leicester City, with Steve Kember joining in the celebrations. post 56. Albert Smith. A Baaarnsley supporter I believe. Vic Mobley, the player who received a career ending injury in the 1966 semi against Chelsea, at Villa Park, managed to continue playing at wednesday for a further two years or so. He was then transferred to QPR in 1969 for £55, 000. During his 2 years at QPR an often injured Mobley played in a couple of dozen or so matches, then retired from playing. QPR then tried to sue sheffield wednesday, claiming compensation. I don’t know the outcome of the claim. In my opinion, a buying club should give a would be new signing a rigorous medical before signing him. If QPR didn’t detect any problems with Mobley at his medical, then surely they have no valid claim against sheffield wednesday for selling them a croc. Mobley left QPR in 197 1(5 years after a career ending injury), then emigrated to New Zealand. Kiwis can’t fly. I liked the barrel-chested Vic Mobley as a player, and he willingly signed autographs. Three pics of 'brave lad' Vic Mobley. 1 2 3. Vic Mobley's younger brother, David, was also a player at Gillsborough, but as far as I know he didn’t play in the first team. I did see him occasionally playing in the stiffs though. He was a reight-back. Young Mobley later went on to better things by playing first team football with Grimsby Town. He later played for non-league Macclesfield. post 18. Rogets. Nah then Rogets, I enjoy most of your posts, they are quite amusing. Your posts are far more humourous than the posts of your fellow owl. . . the one who has his bedroom decorated in Glenn Hoddle print wallpaper. Anyway, you mentioned Scunthorpe. I remember the day Scunthorpe went to Gillsborough in January 1970. The match was an FA cup-tie with Scunthorpe running out as easy winners, winning 2-1. Jack Whitham scored in the early minutes for the home team. John Barker equalised for Scunny about the 20 minute mark. The goal was a daring diving header, but Barker got kicked in the head by a clumsy Colin Prophett. Concussed Barker was then taken off to hospital. About the 70 minute mark, Nigel Cassidy [1 2 3] scored with a header to give Scunthorpe a well deserved FA cup victory. At the time, Scunthorpe were in the old 4th Division, and wednesday were in the top league, the old first division. wednesday didn’t put out a weakened team on that memorable day. A 19 year old Kevin Keegan played in the Scunthorpe team that day [1 2]. Strangely enough, the match was covered by Anglia Television. Did wednesday get relegated that season? wednesday have a good chance of beating Chelsea in the next round, as long as you don’t put out a weakened team. W. A. W. A. W. code.
  5. Old/closed Irish pubs. 1. Yes Ontarian, it was the Queens Head [2] (Whitbread), although I think The Coach & Hosses (Tetley) would have been more suitable for caravan dwellers. lol. They could have also tried out The Travellers (possibly Stones) . 2. The Red House (Wards) on Solly Street, was a pub I often visited at dinner time for a pint of shandy and a sandwich in 1972-73ish. I worked around the corner at Francis Colley (industrial clothing), on Garden Street. This was the area where St. Vincent's and the priest training place was (is). The Francis Colley building is still there (2 years ago), now a Sheffield University department. The University seems to be taking over Sheffield, with the indigenous working-class Sheffielders being pushed to the outskirts of the city. Is this a form of ethnic cleansing, or is it a case of discrimination? lol. I recall one visit to The Red House when Bill and Thelma ran the pub. Thelma originated from Strabane, Northern Ireland. On this particular visit an amusing thing happened. When I went into the pub Bill had his back turned to the entrance. When he became aware somebody (me) had come in, he turned around and we both immediately noticed we were both wearing identical ties. Bill then asked me, "Have you been in my wardrobe?" lol. I recall seeing many Irishmen in this pub in the early 70s. I've been telled The Red House has now been turned into a shop. Has it? With all the Lego block type buildings that have gone up, I suppose the area has now become a non-spewdent free zone. 3. The Grapes (Tetley), Trippet Lane. I was in this pub during this year. In the room immediately to the right were Irish persons strumming guitars. One lass started to 'sing' which drove me to the beer garden/back yard to drink my pint of Guinness in peace. My previous visit to this pub was much better because the Guinness was at a warmer temperature. I don't like ice-cold drinks. Mi stomach can't take it, and neither can an elephant's. Edit; I've just been in The Grapes again in the last few days. Guinness is now back to the temperature I prefer £3:50 a pint. 4. Dog & Partridge (Tetley), Trippet Lane. This pub was a warm welcoming pub when Mrs Flynn had it. There were plenty of Irish in there playing fiddles, guitars, banjos and penny-whistles... a brilliant pub. Now the place is not as good as it was. 5. The Pheasant (Tetley), now Barry's Bar, London Road. During afternoons at the turn of this century there were many old Irishmen drinking in this pub. . 99p per pint of bitter. Most of these Irishmen were hobbling about (possible gout sufferers). When these men spoke with each other, they were constantly swearing. Well, that is not very Godly. It seemed to me that none of them had had their secondary education taught to them at De La Salle College. No Irish music was played in this pub as far as I know. 6. Alpha Hotel (sold Stones and John Smiths), Wostenholm Road, Nether Edge. Friday nights in this place were brilliant. Loads of Irish blokes and lasses singing and playing a variety of musical instruments. It was all off-the-cuff-stuff. Lots of jokes and anecdotes were also told. Memorable times in the latter part of the 1990s.. suppin' til 01:30. 7. Alexandra Hotel (Stones), Exchange Street. This pub in the 1970s had a snooker table and served a great pint of Stoooonses. In the late 90s the pub was struggling and became an Irish community type pub. The pub had various political posters plastered upon the interior walls, including one with a big red hand on it. The pub even flew the Tricolour flag from the roof. Inside the pub there wasn't any music played (there may have been concerts in the evenings), but the Irish customers entertained themselves with quiet, but polite conversation. On a positive note. Serving behind the bar (where else?) was a woman of West Indian descent. She was a very friendly person and we had a good natter. She served me a plate of stew with mi drink. She told me her mum had created the recipe when she lived in the Windies. That plate of stew tasted unbelievably delicious. 8. Fagans aka The Barrel (Tetley), Broad Lane. This is an okay pub. I only visit this pub very occasionally, its a bit off the beaten track. I've been in when Irish have been playing music. 9. The Aberdeen House, Aberdeen Street/Upper Hanover Street. I never went to this pub, but I've been told loads of Irish workers were regulars, 60s. The only Irish music I'll listen to is by Phil Coulter, Enya, and some old aquaintances of mine... The Dubliners 1 2 3 4 5.
  6. Pond Street shops. St. Petre post 55. Lol, Yep, the teams always arrived at Midland station in time to catch the 18:00 train back to London from platform 6. The London clubs plus Southampton, Brighton and Portsmouth caught the 18:00 train after playing in Sheffield on a Saturday. The teams usually arrived at about quart' to six. Some players bought the Green ‘Un that was usually out at that time. The only times I can remember when teams got the train with only a few minutes to spare were.. Luton and Southampton. Luton had lost 2-1 at Bramall Lane in 1971, and Malcolm McDonald was being a mardy bum at the station. Eric Morcambe was somewhat deflated, but did sign autographs. There was a photo of him in one of the football annuals in an article about him being chairman at Luton Town. As for Southampton, they came to the station having played at sheffield wednesday in 1968-69 season. There were traffic jams in Sheffield that tea-time due to the weather conditions. I remember at the match, snowflakes were falling the size of 5 Bob pieces. I think the match ended 1-1. Believe it or not, teams like Gillingham and Brentford caught the 18:00 train in Sheffield, after playing away at Rotherham. I remember the Gillingham chairman, Sir Basil Haywood signing a photo of himself for me. It was an article about him in the Football League Review, a freebie magazine in football programmes. Welsh teams usually got their train home from platform 8. For more football snippets please refer to one of my threads. . . Collecting Autographs.
  7. Pond Street shops. 1. The thrupenny newsagent shop. 1 2 3 2. I remember a cafe. . . on the top platform A & B. I think. The cafe opened at 5 or 6 in the mornings. The cafe only sold tea and tooast. It seemed the clientele were bus drivers, conductors, inspectors. . . and me at times. lol. I wonder if Mr. C. T Humpidge ever went in theere. lol. 3. Anybody remember The Lyceum Hotel (Tennants/Whitbread) on Pond Hill? It was lower down, but on the same side as The Penny Black which hadn't been built by then. Also on that side of the road(hill)was the Corporation building where people used to pay their rent and rates. 1 Pic 4. There was a mention of a blind bloke who sold packets of lavender and matches at Cambridge Arcade on Pinstone St. /Union St. Here is a pic of him outside the Pinstone St. end of the arcade. I have a better photo somewhere in my extensive collection of Sheffield history stuff. I'll dig it out sometime. 1 Pic 5. St Petre. Thank-you for reminding me of Jimmy Greaves. I just named a few footballers off the top of mi heead. I could name a boatload of footballers I've seen smoking during my illustrious career of autograph collecting. . 1968-74. I do have a thread about collecting autographs of footballers and cricketers. I have neglected the thread, but may return to it in the near future. You can always remind me. lol. Just for you. . . Jimmy Greaves. Every time I came across Jimmy Greaves He was with the Tottenham team on their travels to and from away matches. I've never been to White Hart Lane. . . perhaps because its not the REAL lane. The REAL lane is in Sheffield 2. I've come across Greaves at the Grosvenor Hotel, and later at The Hallam Tower Hotel when Spurs have played in Sheffield. On those occasions, I and a handful of other autograph would be waiting on platform 1 at Midland Station on Friday evening, for the Spurs team to arrive on the Master Cutler train that usually arrived just after 19:00. After the players had boarded their coach, we'd dash in an attempt to get to the hotel before the coach arrived. We had loads of pictures for the players to sign. Dashing to the Grosvenor via Howard Street was easy-peasy. Believe it or not, dashing to the Hallam Tower was often easy too. The thing is, when the players had boarded the coach, there was still the kit man and usually the twelfth man having to collect the 'hamper basket'with the player's kit from the train, then to wheel it along the platform, then to the coach. these few minutes is all we needed to cross the road from the station to board the Nr60 bus up to the hotel. We'd get a few more signatures outside the Hallam Tower Hotel. Saturday morning we'd be back at the hotel well in time for the players to take their after breakfast walk, usually to the shops at Broomhill. We'd then wait for them coming back to the hotel. Our next chance to get signatures was when the players came out of the hotel to go to the match. Our last chance was to get the signatures was when the team came to the station to travel back home. Platform 6 at 18:00. If more autographs were needed, I'd bunk it (not pay for ticket) and travel as far as Chesterfield with the team. Ditto with Arsenal, Chelsea, WHU and others. All good autograph collectors always had the annuals, Topical Times (Tops) and Charles Buchan Gift Book. Our pictures in folders were cut out of Goal, Shoot, Jimmy Hill's Football Weekly, Tiger and Jag, Football League Review etc. Anyway, during those times I witnessed Jimmy Greaves, Phil Beal, and Cyril Knowles smoking. Knowles was a heavy smoker. . . Rothman's King-size. We had to travel about to get signatures because a team may play in Sheffield, and as (bad)luck may have it, the following week more photos of that team may appear in the magazines. I recall one occasion trying to get Spurs signatures, it was on Doncaster station. It was a friday evening and Spurs were playing next day at Leeds. Anyway, The Yorkshire Pullman arrived. We couldn't get on the train because Pullman staff manned the doors. The windows that opened were too small, so we couldn't pass our annuals and folders through those windows. . and that's even if the players wanted to sign. The Pullman, for whatever reason, always stood in Doncaster for about 20 minutes. Anyway, on this occasion Greaves got off the train and signed our stuff for us. He had a fag dangling from his gob. We two were well surprised by this, because Greaves was usually reluctant to sign his autograph. The following day we were at Wakefield Westgate station waiting for the Spurs team going back to London from Leeds. We travelled with them as far as Doncaster. We were genned-up regarding ticket inspectors and ticket collectors at ticket barriers at stations. We got the gen from other autograph collectors who had been at it years before us. When I first started to collect I was avid to learn everything. Each time I learned something new. I never bought a train ticket, and to get off stations we had a big wad of platform tickets. We were always busy fridays and saturdays. Some weeks I'd go boozing in town on those evenings, but would collect my autographs mornings, afternoons and early evening. I could work around it. We also did the Eastern Line between Retford, Doncaster, York regular. Leeds to Doncaster via Wakefield Sheffield, Chesterfield, Nottingham, Derby, Leicester Mancunia On rare occasions, Liverpool and Birmingham. My record for getting teams signing in one day, is 7. It happened during 1969: Notts Forest Leicester Millwall Derby County WBA Orient Newcastle Utd(I met Lord Westwood that evening) Phew, I'm gagging forra smoke. The same brand as Ontonian. . . Parkie's plain. lol. Finally, some ciggy smokers: George Eastham Gordon Bolland pipe smokers: Jimmy Armfield John Ritchie Cigar smokers Jack Charlton Jim Scott.
  8. Pond Street Nora. In response to some comments on this thread. 1. Whilst waiting to catch my bus in Pond Street bus station, I'd often see Nora. Nora was tall, lean and had a large strong prominent nose. I recall she used to wear a brushed woollen fawn coloured coat, with 3 or 4 big round buttons down the front. The coat reached down to shin/calf length. Nora was spindle-legged, and her footwear items were mucky white plimsolls. She also wore a drab flimsy looking headscarf too. I think she was minus her teeth, and she used to draw deeply on her cigarettes. At times, Nora looked very pensive and had spells when she didn't speak. At other times she would mutter away. This, in my opinion is loneliness. I've also witnessed Nora shouting and swearing at high volume. This was usually in response to some unkind remark aimed at her from an uncaring person, who probably had a warm home to go to. I used to get annoyed at people gawping and laughing at Nora. I also got angry with persons who taunted her by calling her names. At times, I challenged individuals about their nasty comments. I was just thankful I wasn't in Nora's situation. People new to Sheffield, often say how welcoming and friendly Sheffielders are. In my opinion there are many Sheffielders who are not very friendly. . . the insular one's, who are generally set in their ways. There's a few of such on Sheffield Forum. 2. There seems to be some confusion on this thread as regard to Cyril. This man in the photo came onto the scene years later, and he is the bloke who was supposed to have been an RAF person in his earlier years. The photo is from 1998, at Castle Square.
  9. Old Barley Corn Pub [CORRECTED] The Barleycorn pub, along with an estate agents office, became Henry's Bar. On the Wellington Street side of Henry's, there had been some shops at one time. I think there was a Pizza Hut in that row of shops/businesses. I believe when these businesses closed, a couple of the vacated ones were merged and became part of Henry's. Anyway, I supped now and again in the Barleycorn (Whitbread) during late 60s-early 70s. Jim and Pat finch ran the pub then. The next pub they moved to, was The Old Harrow ('Arra'to those in the know) at White Lane, ‘atween Gleadless Townend and Ridgeway. The 'Arra' was also a Whitbread pub. 1. The Barleycorn. In the left-hand room (viewed from Cambridge Street), 'ladies of the night were often to be seen. They usually sat on the long seating, directly apross from the bar, suppin' (some swigged) haives of bitter, or at times, lager & lime. These ladies (who were jovial and friendly) were also at times (most evenings lol) to be seen parading themselves along Wellington Street. Some of these ladies lived in the vicinity of Havelock Square, but if business was urgent, then there was always Backfields, which ran (still runs) from Wellington Street to Division Street. Backfields didn't have lighting nor cameras in those days, because Sheffield Corporation used to be a caring organization then lol. 2. Clarelou; Yes duck, Teddyboys were often to be seen at the Barleycorn (a revival came in 1973-74ish). They always looked smart and I don't recall them ever causing trouble. They were more interested in posing lol. 3. Soft ayperth; post8. Considering Big Ada had to get up very early in the mornings to sell her wares on Dixon Lane, I'd be quite surprised that she'd have the time and energy to traipse up to the barleycorn. I suppose it may have depended on where she lived. Also Roger, I've been meaning to ask you a question for a while now. I once had 2 copies of an EP released by Sheffield University (the real university lol). 4 groups played (2 each side) on the EP. I've a feeling you played on it. Did you? and which instrument did you play? I can only remember the name of one band. The Addy Street 5. 4. There are a lot of references to the Whetstone (Tetley) pub in the latter haif of this thread. I'll add on the Whetstone thread some bits of stuff I recall at a later date.
  10. Old Barley Corn Pub The Barleycorn pub, along with an estate agents office, became Henry's Bar. On the Wellington Street side of Henry's, there had been some shops at one time. I think there was a Pizza Hut in that row of shops/businesses. I believe when these businesses closed, a couple of the vacated ones were merged and became part of Henry's. Anyway, I supped now and again in the Barleycorn (Whitbread) during late 60s-early 70s. Jim and Pat finch ran the pub then. The next pub they moved to, was The Old Harrow ('Arra'to those in the know) at White Lane, ‘atween Gleadless Townend and Ridgeway. The 'Arra' was also a Whitbread pub. 1. The Barleycorn. In the left-hand room (viewed from Cambridge Street), 'ladies of the night were often to be seen. They usually sat on the long seating, directly across from the bar, suppin' (some swigged) haives of bitter, or at times, lager & lime. These ladies (who were jovial and friendly) were also at times (most evenings lol) to be seen parading themselves along Wellington Street. Some of these ladies lived in the vicinity of Havelock Square, but if business was urgent, then there was always Backfields, which ran (still runs) from Wellington Street to Division Street. Backfields didn't have lighting nor cameras in those days, because Sheffield Corporation used to be a caring organization then lol. 2. Clarelou; Yes duck, Teddyboys were often to be seen at the Barleycorn (a revival came in 1973-74ish). They always looked smart and I don't recall them ever causing trouble. They were more interested in posing lol. 3. Soft ayperth; post8. Considering Big Ada had to get up very early in the mornings to sell her wares on Dixon Lane, I'd be quite surprised that she'd have the time and energy to traipse up to the barleycorn. I suppose it may have depended on where she lived. Also Roger, I've been meaning to ask you a question for a while now. I once had 2 copies of an EP released by Sheffield University (the real university lol). 4 groups played (2 each side) on the EP. I've a feeling you played on it. Did you? and which instrument did you play? I can only remember the name of one band. The Addy Street 5. 4. There are a lot of references to the Whetstone (Tetley) pub in the latter haif of this thread. I'll add on the Whetstone thread some bits of stuff I recall at a later date.
  11. Does anyone recall the Granville Inn? There were definitely trolleybuses in Doncaster, I've travelled on 'em. I was in my fifth year at the time, 1959. The livery was maroon with white band. Previously the buses and trolleybuses of Doncaster were red and white, I think. Trolleybuses stopped running in Doncaster during 1963, I was living at Hackenthorpe by then though. The family zakes lived at RAF Lindholme, Bomber Command Training School in the late 50s. We went shopping on normal double-decked buses. Dad zakes was a sergeant with three stripes. How he got to become a sergeant God only knows lol. We lived at 16 Hampden Crescent, the end house. The house is still theere. It was one of the roads of the married quarters for RAF personnel. The houses now stand directly outside the fencing of Lindholme clink, and are privately owned. The houses can be seen on Zoopla, Rightmove, and other rip-off merchant websites. There was an attempt to bring back trolleybuses in 1984. Trials were run at Doncaster racecourse, but the idea was knocked on the head in 1986 due to the introduction of deregulation of buses. I recently read this, as I wasn't living in Britain during the 80s. The plan had been to re-introduce trolleybuses in Doncaster, and in Rotherham (Greater Sheffield lol). The trolleybus used in the trial-experiment can be seen at the trolleybus museum at Sandtoft (it sounds Danish), in Lincs (Hillsbro territory lol).
  12. Did Ansell's brewery have any pubs in Sheffield? 1. Unfortunately, I still cant find a photo of a Higsons sign outside The Kings Arms on Commercial Street. A photograph of Kings Arms (left) with The Gambit restaurant opposite. If the bleddy photographer would have stood a little into the road (street) we would have seen the Higson's sign. The search continues. This pic dunt help much either, although the big letters above the first floor say. . . Kings Arms. 2. Further to the mention(s) of pubs with revolving doors. I seem to recall The Mail Coach (John Smiths?) on Wellgate, Rotherham (Greater Sheffield), had one, early 70s. The pub was a Rockers, motorbikers type boozery with a table football. I used to go playing snooker at Smith Brothers on the corner of High Street and Wellgate, then afterwards have a cuppla pints in The Mail Coach. I also seem to remember a large cafeteria (council run?) in a market hall somewhere behind the big church (All Saints). I also remember those see-thru glass coffee cups with matching saucers at the cafeteria lol. The trade name on the base was something like Corroco. 3. Here is another Home Ales pub. . . The Crispin Inn, Ashover, Derbyshire.
  13. Pleasant walks 1. Part 4. Bank Holiday Monday 28/5/2018. It hadn't been my intention to be going on a pub tour this day. After doing some housework, I then priced-up records for a forthcoming record fair (I deal in records). I also put a batch of vinyls on Discogs. Having finished these chores earlier than expected, I decided to go on another pub walk. . . to Mos'boro. The weather was very sunny that day. I boarded a bus for town, paying £4:80 for a buses and tram all-dayer ticket. In Town I went to the Interchange to check for bus times going to, and back from Mos'boro. I find it quite strange that the people working at the Interchange take ages to find the info you need from their computers. I recall in the 60s and early 70s, you could ask a bus driver, conductor, or a inspector for details about bus times. In an instant they'd usually give you the information you needed. Do computers encourage people to think lazily? Just a thought. I JUST managed to catch the Nr. 50 Stagecoach bus to Mos'boro, alighting at: George and Dragon. I stepped into the pub at 15:35, and was welcomed by a fair-haired lady, her name was (is) Christine. I had an instant recollection of her face, she used to run The Wheel (ex Stones), in Plumbley, a posh suburb in west Mos'boro lol. She also once ran The 'Prince' (Wards?), in Eckington. Its amazing what strangers tell to strangers. Christine told me she had been given assurances about The Wheel pub's future. Unfortunately, Christine had to go for a short time to hospital. When she came out of hospital, the assurances and promises had turned to dust. It had been decided The Wheel was to be closed down for good. Christine was obviously dismayed by all this. This is how I understood our conversation. Christine then went on to answer my questions about her life of running pubs. She also mentioned how she enjoyed holidays she'd had. I think she said she was going to Thailand this year. I went into the other room in the pub to take a look at a framed photograph I'd seen on a previous visit this year. It was a photo of Davy's, the bakers, in Market Street, Eckington. The photo is from 1955. My first job on leaving school was at Davy's, on Fargate, in 1969. Back in the other room, I continued my conversation with the radiant Christine. Our conversation was constantly interrupted (thats okay) by people coming in to buy drinks, and to take them out to the seated area next to the pub. Christine then went off duty, to sit and to wet her whistle with friends outside in the sun. I feel quite sure Christine's personality surely draws in customers. Good luck to her. On duty came a young lady, who thankfully was prepared to converse with me. She was very polite, smiley and efficient. She told me she worked at the pub because she needed the money to help her buy a car. She had had driving lessons, but had not as yet done her test. One of her three brothers drove her to work, at the pub. She lives in Eckington? The young lady, she didn't tell her name to me, told me she is the goalkeeper for Dronfield Ladies football team, she's the youngest player in the team. She took in good spirit my teasing her about ladies playing football, in an attempt to enter a mans world lol. I (we) enjoyed our natter. Due to the nice conversations I didn't note down how much I'd payed for my 3 pints of John Smiths. I think it was £3:20 per pint. The pub was clean and well kept, the bog too. Thank-you ladies. Other drinks at George and Dragon. Stones Theakstons Best Carling Guinness Hop House 13 lager Timothy Taylor's Landlord - Hand drawn Farmers Blonde - Hand drawn Jennings. Cumberland Lakeland Ale - Hand drawn 1664 Strongbow. _____________________ The Alma. The beer garden at The Alma was heaving. Everybody enjoying a drink in the sun. At the bar I requested a pint of John Smiths. I didn't note the price, I must be slipping lol. The staff were polite, but far too busy for conversations. The pub is well kept and the toilets clean. The Alma sells homemade piccalilli and jams (?), £2:50 per jar. I was quite tickled by a chat with a bloke customer. He had been a regler customer at The White Hart (Home Ales), in Eckington, in years gone by. ______________________________ The Royal Oak. Ex Stones. On arrival, I was somewhat dismayed about the car-park area at the front of the pub. There were four of those tables with bench type things with parasols that fit through a hole in the middle of the table. There were no parasols. This wouldn't entice would be customers on this piping hot day. There were also no ashtrays on the tables. The lack of ashtrays perhaps explains why the car-park was in need of a serious sweeping. . . cigarette-ends all over the place. Inside, I asked for a John Smiths at £3:20? At the bar I got in conversation with Andy, who told me he had been in the trade for 29 years. Running a pub and chef work are something he'd always enjoyed. Adele, Andy's other half, arrived behind the bar. Andy had other things to see to, so I was left chatting with Adele. We conversed as long as it took me to down 4 pints of Smiths. All was revealed about Adele's life, from her childhood days in Dorset, her life and her extensive experience in the pub trade. Adele also spoke of her future ambitions. Perhaps i'd make a good 'agony' uncle lol. Adele was great fun to listen to, informative too. I hope to be listening to her again sometime. That car-park must be sorted though. Toilets clean. Pub tidy and clean too. Just to say: I met a man in The Royal Oak called Dave. Dave had served in the Marines for 17 (or 19) years. Dave is still in touch with some of his former colleagues on the Internet, but he desperately misses the life he'd had during his years of service. His story reminded me of my 17 years abroad. I left The Royal Oak at 19:42. ___________________________________ The Queen (ex Wards). I had a John Smiths at £3:30. I got chatting with a young lad and a young lass who were serving behind the bar. These two were an item. During the conversation they revealed everything about themselves, and their ambitions. They also mentioned The Queen had doormen on Fridays due to trouble caused by people who come to Mos'boro. I think they mentioned the troublemakers came late from The Fox pub near Beighton. I enjoyed our little chat. Pub was empty, toilets clean. I caught the Nr 50 bus back to Town at about 20:15. In Town I went in the Huntsman on Cambridge Street. I supped two pints of Huntsman Stout 'real' ale. I don't sup John Smiths beer in Wetherspoon pubs, its crap. The only time I've ever supped what resembles a proper pint of John Smiths in a Wetherspoon pub, was a few years back in The Rhino, in Rotherham. Other areas I'm considering to do pub walks are: Oughtibridge. Hackenthorpe - Frecheville. Wortley - Thurgoland - Deepcar. Hillsborough.
  14. Part 2. _______ Summer 1972. 1. On the first day of training we were awoken at 5:30. We then had to wash and shave, then to be on the parade square for 6:00, dressed in combat gear. It was forbidden to have a single hair (bristle) on your face. It was okay though to have a face cut to ribbons, a result of 60 men jostling for position at half-a-dozen weshbasins for a shave. After an hour of square-bashing drill, and learning how to salute properly (longest way up, shortest way down) we went to breakfast. In the mess hall the serving counters were full with cereals, loads of fried stuffs and drinks. . . tea, coffee, cocoa, chocolate, milk and various fruit drinks. After a hearty fry-up we were informed that next on the agenda was P.T, including assault course. Needless to say, during physical training most of us were puking up big style. From the next day on, most of us ate cereal for breakfast. . . me Ricicles. Lol. During my time at Southwood Training Camp the weather was very hot. The route marches, foot patrols (stalking the enemy) through the tall ferns of the dense wooded areas, and weapon training, were really enjoyable. Sitting in a classroom, learning and studying map reading was really gruelling, it was a battle trying not to fall asleep. 2. From the few dozen of us TA greenhorns, the younger one's (I was 18) looked forward to an evening boozin'. We felt we were on holiday at the seaside, but without the sea. Most of the older one's were happy enough to stay in the billet to spend time 'bulling' their boots, and to spit-and-polish buckles, buttons and brasses. Webbed packs had to be scrubbed, cap badges and the peaks of our caps had to be polished too. After a twelve hour day of training, I was loathe to do these chores. After a couple of days I managed to get two of the older men to do my stuff. I paid them in money, and in ciggies. This left me free to go suppin' at the mess hall most evenings. Hot days training, then boozing has a habit of catching you up, but I was lucky, some weren't so. 3. I recall Corporal Grubey 'asking' us all for our cigarette coupons if we didn't need them. After he'd gone i suggested to the other blokes that Grubey shouldn't get any coupons because he was a pillock, who took great pleasure in putting all through the mangle each day. They seemed to agree with me. Some hours later, Corporal Grubey collared me alone, then proceeded to give me a frightening talking to, filled with innuendoed threats. This little episode told me there was a mole in the billets. 4. A group of us had decided to have an evening out in Guildford, to see if we could pull some soldieressess. We went over in an armada of taxis. We found what we were looking for, but the bird soldiers didn't seem to be interested in blokes. lol. 5. Coming back to camp one evening after drinking in Camberley, we (a Brummie, a Scouser and me) were stopped at the camp gates, which was usual practice. A voice piped up from inside the camp: "Halt, who goes there?". We identified ourselves to the voice in the dark, then: "Stand (step) forward to be recognised". We stepped forward to be recognised, and waited for the gates to be opened, then the sozzled Scouser spouted something about us not being in the IRA, so let us in. The upshot of this was: The camp gates opened, and in a flash the Scouser (Pete?) was forcibly dragged into the camp by three burly soldiers who were on duty. The Brummie and I were less forcibly taken into camp, taken to a building, then thrown into a dark, cold empty room. We spent the night sleeping on the hard floor in jeans and t-shirt. At daylight we were 'gently' interrogated, then given cloth and bucket, and told to clean up the mess we had made. After all that booze and sleeping in the cold room, we both had had a slash in the corner. We were then taken back to our billet. We never saw the Scouser again. We presumed that he had been sent home, some suggested he may have been arrested. We didn't get to find out. Later that day, two regular soldiers came to the billet to collect Scouser's belongings. The Brummie and I were banned from going out from the camp, to socialise, for the rest of the time we were there. 6. One of 'our lot' had a handful of nuddy mags, which were stored in his bedside locker. This confirmed what most of us thought, regarding the sound of clicking during the night, when lights were out. The mags went missing. The bloke went crazy, and accused us all of being thieving rats. He bawled out that he would strangle the bustard who had swiped his mags. Next day it was discovered that the mags had been confiscated by the NCO's. Lol. 7. In our weshroom were a row of wesh basins, a set of showers, and two panelled-off bath tubs. After a long hot day of training its always good to have a nice soak in the bath. On one occasion a Geordie was relaxing in one of the baths. A couple of bright-sparks thought it was a good idea to tip the contents of a red metal fire bucket (sand) over the panelling into the bath. the Geordie screamed out loud, then loud-throatedly shouted what he was going to do with the culprits. I hardly understood a word he was shouting, but the tone of his voice made it clear. Having climbed out of his 'watery sandpit', he came around the panelling wearing only his birthday suit, then grabbed one of the laughing culprits. The culprit wasn't laughing two minutes later, he was laid out cold. A humorous but frightening event. 8. Iv'e already put on another thread about the passing-out parade on our final day at Southwood Training Camp. I also mentioned about travelling back to Sheffield via coach and by trains, and seeing females fawning and fainting(lol), when they saw us fit lads in our smart uniforms. I remember drinking cans of Youngers Tartan on the train. Others drank McEwans. In those days I'd always been a thinnish kid, but my parents were astounded when I got home. I'd still got the thin look, but my body had now got a soldiers solidness to it. The training had done me good. The time spent at Southwood was a time I'll never forget. The comradeship was second to none. The pay was good too. A wonderful experience away from home. To be continued - Part 3 and final part. Cooking course in Strensell (York).
  15. Ey up Darra (Frank?). post861. Firstly, please accept my apologies for keeping you waiting for my response to your post. I had compewter problems. I find it somewhat embarrassing to be drifting away from the Wapentake, but other posters have also from time to time gone off topic. . look through the thread. At least I’ve mentioned Wapentake twice already on this pooast lol. 1. Anywhey, I'm intrigued by your mention of having an uncle living in Lehrte. Your uncle must be getting on because I guess you to be at the age of early 60s. Its a pity you didn't mention your uncle's name because there's a decent chance I'd know him from all those years ago. I say this because I was often out and about in the Lehrte community. I was known at most of the shops, and also at every drinking-hole in the area. I also attended the home matches of the two local football teams, FC Lehrte, and Lehrte 06. I was also to be seen at the Saturday market, and also in the restaurants of Lehrte. Do you recall the name of the road your uncle lives on? My first address in Lehrte was Germania Strasse. I later moved to Wilhelm-Busch-Strasse. I also met many of the Lehrte public during election campaigns locally, regionally and nationally. This is because I was a very active member of the SPD (Labour) party, and I attended almost all of the SPD meetings when a member during my time in Lehrte, (a) because I was interested in left of centre politics, (b) the opportunity to make more friends, and to improve my German (not just building site German lol). I enrolled in the SPD in September 1982. My party book 1 2 3. I've deliberately missed out showing name in photo 3 because I wish to remain an 'international man of mystery' lol, although some people on SF know me personally already, including some on this thread. At the time of joining the SPD, i was under the age of 35, which meant I automatically became a member of the Jung Sozialisten (Young Socialists) -Jusos, the youth wing of the SPD. We Jusos were quite a radical bunch, doing loads of radical things (at times embarrassing our own mother party). (A) We once worked hand-in-hand with some of the Green party members, checking, following and spying on farmers, to see if they were (weren't) over-dosing the stubble left over after the harvesting during Ernting, of their crop fields (barley, wheat, rye, oats etc) with sewage, slurry. If a sewage farm is overfilled with sewage, there may be a financial inducement (back-hander) offered to farmers to take more than the legally allowed amount. The sewage is used as a fertilizer to help crops to grow. Going over the allowed levels can be poisonous to us humans. Sewage contains heavy metals like Lead, Zinc, Cadmium and 6? others (I'll have to check my old paperwork for the others). These heavy metals are to be found (hopefully in allowed low levels) in bread, cereals, pies, biscuits, buns, cakes etc. The spraying of sewage onto the fields happens from late October to the first weeks of November, when it goes dark early. Germany also makes bricks from treated excess sewage. Britain , yeh, what does Britain do with its excess sewage? Do you enjoy eating fish? lol. During the above action(s) we were clad in combat gear, balaclavas, and were equipped with field glasses and torches. Two lads even had walkie-talkies lol. We jotted down all comings and goings, plus reg numbers of tractors and trailers. We also pestered owners of hairdressing salons as regards to their disposal of empty aerosol canisters. We were big on environmental issues. For in depth info on sewage. . google. . Sewage on fields. A very interesting read. (b) A Jusos comrade and I used to infiltrate meetings of the CDU (Con-servatives), and also FDP (Liberals), twice monthly in towns and villages within a radius of 10 to 15 kilometres around Hannover. We weren't encouraged, nor discouraged by the mother party, we just did it mainly to prove we could do it. The info gleaned from the meetings was passed on by me to the main office of our party in the Odeon Strasse, in Hannover (I worked just around the corner). We wanted to know which themes (topics) those two parties were discussing. I thought up the infiltration scam and my comrade avidly went along with it. We even got on many occasions free food and drink at those meetings, and in the pub afterwards from our unsuspecting political opponents. We weren't allowed to speak at the meetings, we were 'guests' (non-members) afterall lol. The scam was quite simple really, but we needed to have discipline (we had it) for it to work, plenty of bottle (we had it), no slips of the tongue, and certainly no smirking or giggling. We did this for 4-5 years then packed up, because we were running out of towns and villages to 'invade' lol. I might explain on another day how we managed to infiltrate the meetings, otherwise this short post will turn into a long one lol. Just to say, the infiltrating can easily be done anywhere, including Sheffield. Some of my SPD friends in Lehrte, (including Gerd Schroeder, who at the time was establishing for himself a good career in politics) have since climbed the ladder in the SPD, but sadly, a good few have 'handed in their spoon'. . have died. A german expression. All the above may seem far-fetched, but it all really happened. I have a boatload of anecdotes about my time in the SPD. 2. I haven't, as yet, detected an umlaut button on this, my new second-hand laptop, Darra. This means me writing Hoever like that. Hoever is a small place about 3 kilometres south-west of Lehrte. Hoever is within the constituency of neighbouring Sehnde, although Hoever is nearer to Lehrte than Sehnde is. They are all under the umbrella of Hannover Land. When we (missus and me) drove to work in Hannover early each week-day morning, we'd see Hoever down the hill as we turned off onto the main road that ran down to Hannover. The roofs (rooves)of the houses in Hoever were always white, like a winterscape on an Xmas greetings card, unless it was raining. The reason for this is because Hoever had (has) a cement factory (works). I guess they opened the chimney filters under the cloak of darkness (night-time), Dirty sods! I'm interested to know if your grandpa also lived, as well as taught in Hoever. Also, which route did you take from Sheffield to Lehrte/Hoever for your summer holidays? Are you dual-nationality? I'm a nosey sod. . . like a policewoman indeed lol. Anyweigh Darra, I can imagine you had good fun as a child, holidaying and adventuring for six weeks in the area, because the whole area was (is) called Grossen Freien (Big Free), because it is well away (at one time) from general transit routes-road and rail, although it is very close to the Mittelland Kanal. There was also the possibility of you going on a 15-20 minute train ride (if you were based in Hoever, you'd travel from Ahlten (Lehrte 4) railway station) to Hannover to visit the zoo, and also to look around the shops. It will have made a pleasant change from spending most of the year in dark, dank and dirty Darnall, and in Pistmoor, where you later lived. 3. Thank-you for saying you look forward to my posts. It won't affect your statutory rights. I look forward to my posts too. . . even I don't know where they are going to lead to when I'm typing the first line lol. All the above is correct at the time of going to press. Cheers Darra. Hello, Bayern Blade, 1. 1986ish. I hadn't been in the original Be bop for a cuppla months or so (because I wasn't interested in the bands playing during that time), when I read in the Schaedelspalter magazine, that the Be bop was to cloise down. I was somewhat upset about it cloising, because the Be bop was a great venue for music, and for birds. The Be bop was in a nice spot, up the hill towards the stars. It was pleasing though, to find out another venue had been found for a 'new' Be bop. The new Be bop was to be down the 'mountain' in Hildesheim City. The first gig I saw at the new Be bop was, Volker Kriegel (a brilliant German jazz guitarist). I also saw Toto Blanke (another German guitarist) at the new Be bop. I also was at a Toto Blanke gig in Hannover in the early 90s, at Jazz Club am Lindener Berg. I sold CDs for him that evening, and this got me free entry for the show. Both these guitarists are now deead. I wasn't overly impressed with the'new'Be bop, and I noticed the drink prices had risen. The place just didn't have the atmosphere of the original Be bop. I prefer my venues to look a little bit loppy (but not as much as the Yorkshiremans Rock Bar, in Sheffield). I feel it adds to the atmosphere. There seemed to be plenty of undesirables coming into the place too, people who didn't seem to be interested in music, but boozin' then later causing trouble. Suppin' til 5 in the morning suited me (if I wanted to), but after closing time it was certainly loud, and at times, unruly outside, causing people living in the neighbourhood to constantly phone the Feds. Although I continued going to occasional gigs, I spent more of my time in Hannover instead. I had a great time going to gigs in Hannover and in Hildesheim. 2. Regards my list of gigs in the original Be bop, I made some errors. The Stanley Clarke/Allan Holdsworth (Bradford's finest), and the Philip Catherine gigs, I saw in the new Be bop. The Giant Sand and Peter Hammill gigs were at Vier Linden, I think. I've seen so many gigs in Germoney I tend to get confused where some of them took place. I always found it relatively cheap to go to live music except when it was Genesis, Roxy Music, BJH, Yes, Rolling Stones, Black Sabbath and other big names etc. 3. Dominic May. I think you May be referring to a lad 10 or more years younger than myself. He'd have been 15-16 at the time I first saw him(and he me). I recall Dominic as a glass collector, weaving his way through the crowds at the original Be bop. He had quite a few mates of his own age group in the Be bop. Being youngsters, they all seemed to have the habit of attention seeking. Because they always seemed to be in the Be bop, they most likely thought they owned the place. These fidgety lads were into rock music, then they seemed to change overnight into being Punkers. . . trend followers (I once read a review in a German newspaper, that likened Punk music to speeded-up oompah oompah music) lol. Dominic and his disciples also thought they were the greatest graffiti (sp) artists the world had ever seen with their inane scrawling on the inner and outer walls of the Be bop. I'm surprised Doddy (one of the 3 owners) had so much patience with them. It always seemed to me that German grown-ups have more patience with 'unruly' youngsters than their British counterparts. I don't recall seeing Dominic in the 'new' Be bop, MAYbe a lapse in my so called long memory. I do remember though, that Dominic had an elder brother called Tom. Perhaps I'm being a little harsh on Dominic and his pals, they certainly didn't have a monopoly on outlandish behaviour. I've been a reight bengel during my teenagehood too. I've seen the Dominic and Co types at other venues in Germany. One was the Jolly Joker, in Braunschweig, where I lived for a spell afore my Lehrte days. I lived in north Braunschweig (Brunswick), in Bienrode. I worked in south Braunschweig, in Mascherode, as a landscape developer. Ive also seen young 'uns with 'nowhere to go' in Bad Zwischenahn, at Long John Disko too. That was a good time too, drinking Charlys. . a tumbler glass with a very generous splash of Brandy (none of this tight-fisted optic measures stuff, like in Britain), topped up with Coca cola, whilst 'boppin' to Genesis playing Follow me, follow you. I was working on a plantation for a company called Bruns, in Bad Zwischenahn. This was a couple of stops before my Braunschweig daze when I worked for Haltern & Kauffman (Vorsfelde). 4. Just to mention that I liked how Doddy put plenty of Hildesheim bands on at both Be bops. It gave the young musicians the experience of playing in front of largish audiences. It was also a sort of 'rehearsal session' for the youngsters too. Ende.
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