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  1. I recently got chatting with a bloke at Weston Park Hospital about times past. We had both lived near the Kelvin around 1959-60. I lived on Wood Street, he Albert Terrace Rooad. Anyway,this bloke (Paul) told me something I didn’t know about as the Zakes clan had left the area during 1960 (to a house on Hackenthorpe with an indoor bog). Paul telled to me that in 1961-2 a dentist by the name of Ditchfield had committed self-murder by turning a shotgun on himsen. I think Paul said the dentist surgery was on the section of Langsett Road atween Wood Street and Ash Street. I would be glad of any info on this incident. Thank you.
  2. Nuihu in Court. Thanks Nervy. When I put the post on originally it was on the...Owls to be Charged...thread. One of the Mods then saw fit to move my post to a thread of its own. I'm okay with that. It's a case of mind over matter, I don't mind so it doesn't matter. Anyway, Nuihu can afford the fine he's only on £13,000 per week excluding bonuses. Just thought it was a good job he was driving his black 4x4 instead of a big blue bus eh, Dave..lol.
  3. When it rains it always seems to pour.Here is another owl who was charged .....and convicted!At Sheffield Magistrates Court between November 6 and 9.2019. Atdhe Nuhiu:Aged 30,of ********* ****,*******,driving while using a hand-held mobile phone,£660 fine,£151 costs,disqualified for holding or obtaining a driving licence for six months......a quarter of a day's wages? That's a bit of bad luck for the Austrian/Albanian/Kosovan or whatever he decided to be in the end,international football player. I have come across big Dave on a cuppla occasions about a year or so ago.The first time was when I was with our old friend,cuttsie,one afternoon on Union Street.I wanted to have a chat with Dave but cuttsie got cold feet so the moment passed.cuttsie is usually not slow in coming forward.cuttsie and me often met at the crappy new market on the Moor and over a cuppa and nibbles we used to chat on football matters...its not as if we knew much. The next time I met big Dave was near the Redgates building that has recently been pulled down.He was to be meeting his missus.I decided we were going to have a short chat,whether he wanted one or not lol.He came across as a friendly easy going polite person and I was surprised he could speak some german among other languages.If I meet him again I'll remind him not to endanger the life's of others with his phoning/ drive actions. This isn't a wind up post,but to be fair,cmonkes,a Blade,did bring to our attention the thread..Ollie McBurnie charged with drink driving.Iv'e always found Blades on the Forum to be fair,well informed and intelligent.I have waited a few weeks to give Owls on here the chance to mention the Nuhiu case,but it seems to be the usual heads buried in the sand thing hoping nobody notices.Its not as if I'm the only person to have noticed the item in the newspappers is it? In fairness to myself please note I didn't give Big Dave's address. WAWAW.
  4. owls Given Bye Against Bury. A lighthearted view...no offence meant.Better late than never. Having gained promotion last season Bury seemed to have been on the up then the manager, Ryan Lowe, left to take over as manager at Plymouth. Lowe then went on to sign almost half the promoted Bury team. This,added to the financial goings on at Gigg Lane, it was quite evident The Shakers would be struggling this season. In the draw for the second round of the Carabao Cup Bury were drawn to play away at sheffield wednesday. Its a pity Bury were unable to fulfil the fixture because the money they'd have got from the 3000 gate could have helped them to partly pay the cleaners and programme sellers who have lost their employment at Bury. There was also the probability of Bury causing a minor (giant) killing, a shaking at Gillsborough with a win...possibly penalties. I had seriously considered bunging some dosh in to help save Bury. If I had of done, I'd of asked for a receipt as proof that I had done so. That way my word couldn't have been doubted. Ah well, its too late now The Shakers are now sadly dead and Buryed. I believe the fatal mistake Bury made was that they didn't have an account with The Co-operative Bank. Anyway, I spent some time thinking when the last time one of the Sheffield clubs had received a Bye. After seventeen wasted hours it finally dawned upon me, it had been staring me in the face all those hours...sheffield wednesday. The owls had received TWO BYES at the end of last season. It was when The Blades sealed promotion to the top league and Blades fans were heard to be singing and seen to be waving BYE BYE to the white and blue team who are not situated in the heart of the city. Mind the gorge. Mooks, I don't remember Muddlesbrough stepping in with a few quid to help clubs such as Maidstone in the 90s, but I do remember them paying Fabrizio Ravanelli a fortune (42,000 per week?). Ya got a short memory ye have.
  5. Who's going to be the new swfc manager? A lighthearted view. Nothing to get worked up about. Despite doing a fine job in steadying the sampan at gillsborough in a short space of time, Steve Bruce is now being railed by ungrateful owls fans, here on Sheffield Forum. The only 'crime' Pork Pie Steve has committed is to move to a bigger and better club...Spewcastle United. Porky Steve has got form in jumping ship, so sheffield wednesday should have taken that into account afore employing him in the first plaice. A tiresome Forum owl who demanded that Mr Bruce be given the job, is now demanding that Big Sam Alacarte be given the job as manager at gillsborough. To prevent owls fans from further misery, which they would get under big Sam, I have decided to apply for the vacancy as manager. If I'm successful in my application, I will be taking as my number two a man with an excellent knowledge of football...Ridgewalk. Mr Ridgewalk will be replacing Lee Bullneck, who has been part of the problem whilst working with wednesday's previous managers. My next move will be to ban owls 'hero' Brian Laws from further commentating on match days, what an embarrassing, jinxing, trunt he is. Below, please read my letter of application. To the secretary, sheffield wednesday football club unlimited, hillsborough, Nr.Sheffield. Dear Sir, I understand from reading the latest issue of Floodlight News, that you are now in search of a new first team manager. I'm your man, no question. It is true that I have no experience at managing a professional football team but then again, neither had Chris Wilder before he took on his first job and he hasn't done too badly, has he? Johnny Cruyff, Rod Atkinson, Kenny Keegan, Keith Dalglish, they all had to start somewhere. It is also true that I have never played professional football, but I did once score six goals playing for Birley County School against Markland school, in Creswell, in the mid 60's, after which even our poxy-eyed headmaster was heard to say: "The boy done well." This, I was led to understand, was an all-time school record. Our team sometimes went half a season without scoring so many. Hand on heart, I must admit that two of the goals were on the iffy side, or even on the offy side, another was slightly mis-hit, and the Markland goalie wasn't at his absolute best that day, but a record's a record. I should perhaps warn you that if I get the job I shall only be able to work afternoons. I like to have a lie-in seven mornings a week, but if the buses are on time, I could be down at the ground for half past one or two most days. If need be, you could send one of your club owned taxi's to pick me up. And I might not be able to get to all the team's matches if, for example, it's my wife's birthday, or there's something special I want to see on TV, or if there's a quiz on at the pub up the road. But I'll try to be there. I'm very good at handling the media. I'm on personal terms with quite a lot of them, and I know all their favourite tipples, so nudge-nudge, nuff said, there'll be no problems on the publicity front. My number two and I will soon have the club back to where it truly belongs. The sardines also taste salty in foggy Fleetwood, and even in murky Morecambe. One other thing: I'm very reasonable. Take the lowest offer you get from anybody else, and however many thousands of pounds he's asking per week, I'll do it for half as many. You can't say fairer than that, can you? Yours most sportingly. Zakerious Zakes.
  6. Abbeydale Grammar School For Girls 1964/5 I wish I'd have been your Head-boy lol. I noticed some of you were trying to remember names of your teachers. I hope this list helps. I like to be helpful.
  7. Here you are gents...teachers and wages / the school....Any memories.
  8. A list of teachers frum 1964/5 [1 & 2]
  9. Here is list of teachers and salaries. I wonder if the Edward Ring in the list is the same Mr Ring who later taught Science at my school in 1968/9, Hurlfield.
  10. Anyone got any memories of TA Royal Engineers? Apologies for having kept you waiting, I don't post much now on the Forum since its unnecessary (in my opinion) format change. I much preferred it as it was. It seems quite evident many missing others feel the same way too. Part 3 Cooking course. One Tuesday evening in Autumn 1972 at Somme barracks...106 Squadron Royal Engineers, I was taken to the side and was told that cooking courses were available at Strensall training camp, just north of York. I was immediately interested in enhancing my culinary skills so I jumped at the chance. At hooam I'd become a dab-hand at cheese on tooast, fried eggs, and boiled eggs, and I thought the cooking course would(could) be the gateway to me becoming the head chef at the Waldorf Hotel, in London Lol. The course was to be spread over 6 week-ends. Within a few weeks everything had been arranged, and I was enlisted on the cooking course. I was looking forward to eventually showing mi Mum how to really cook a roast joint properly, and to show her how to cook vegetables too. Mum always had the habit of over-cooking vegetables, thus making them soggy which caused the loss of vitamins in them. Each Saturday I was to be picked up at Somme barracks in an army minibus, a Morris JC or similar. After palling-up with the driver on the journey to Strensall, and on the return journey to Sheffield the next day, I talked the driver into dropping me off at hooam at Gleadless Townend from the second week onwards. The journey to Strensall entailed a diversion to Dewsbury to pick up two other 'Waldorf candidates'. Lol. All told, there were in the region of twelve part-time soldiers on the cooking course. During the first Saturday afternoon at Strensall, we budding chefs were given a talk by an officer, regarding cooking, hygiene, ordering food and stock taking (I don't mean stealing stock...OXO). We were also issued with our own personal cookbook..a wad of typed-up pages, each section a different coloured page. After the long instructional talk each of us was then free to do whatever they wished. some read books, others went to the Mess for a few beers. The practical part of our course would be on the following day..Sunday. Interlude: During my time on the course there were times of laughter often caused by practical jokes. I'd like to relate two incidents I recall where I became the victim. At the time of the two happenings I didn't see the funny side, but it didn't take long before I did see the funny side of the pranks. LOL. 1. Returning to our barrack room from the Mess on that first Saturday evening, I and one other were in a slight boozed up state. With the lights out, I slowly opened the door which made a squeaking sound. This caused us pair to quietly giggle. One of the other blokes from the course was loudly snoring (or pretending to). This caused us to giggle again. Having removed our shoes we walked about in the darkness in search of our bed's. Having undressed I climbed onto mi bed. The bed then wobbled like a boat on uncalm waters, then it suddenly collapsed. The metal frame with the bedsprings in it crashed loudly to the wooden floor. This came as no small shock to me, I was stunned.There was suddenly a very loud roar of laughter from the other occupants of the barrack room. Seconds later, the bedstead of my drinking pal also loudly collapsed when he put his weight on his bed. Whilst we had been out drinking the others fellows had thought it a good idea to loosen the bolts holding the beds together. Chuffs!!! Lol. 2. During the second or third week of the course I had another prank played on me. I had returned from the Mess, had gotten undressed, then gave the bed a shake to test whether the bolts had been loosened. Satisfied that all was okay I made to climb into bed. I couldn't get into bed. There was a loud roar of laughter,then one of the other bloke's switched on the lights then everyone could see me looking somewhat bemused. The buggers had remade my bed in Apple Pie fashion. The only option open to me was to strip the blankets and sheets from the bed and to re-make it. lol. To be continued.
  11. Did Ansell's brewery have any pubs in Sheffield? I recently purchased in Bakewell this Home Ales item,a water jug that can easily be turned into a beer jug. Lol. During the sealing of the £3 deal, I mentioned that I used to drink Home Ale in The White Hart in Eckington in the early 70s. The seller chuckled on hearing this, then went on to say that he used to drink Home Ales when he lived in Peterborough at a pub also called The White Hart. Lol. He also sold to me this Teachers vessel forra £1. A cuppla weeks ago I went to a record fair in Leeds. We got a bit lost looking for the social club we'd be selling at. Anyway, we were driving up Wellington Street,and I saw a pub on the right with large letters advertising Tetley. Etched in the glass of a side window was a motif of Melbourne Ales.. a blast from the past. Because we were in a rush we didn't get to see the name of the pub. Was Melbourne beer ever sold in Sheffield? I believe Melbourne beer was bought out by Tetley around 1960 time.
  12. 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.
  13. 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".
  14. 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.
  15. 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.
  16. 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.
  17. 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.
  18. 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.
  19. 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.
  20. 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.
  21. 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.
  22. 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).
  23. 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.
  24. 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.
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