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1985. Yes I'm old. Thank you all for the answer to my question, the name comes back to me now.

Oups - sorry. Great service in there. I had a budget (albeit limited) and didn't know much about speakers. In those pre-internet days unless you bought specialist hi-fi magazines it wasn't easy to glean info about brands, models etc. So you were at the mercy as it was of the salesman. This guy was patient. He brought out a handful of cds, asked me what sort of music I listened to then played the cd through practically every pair of speakers he had. After much umming and ahing I bought the speakers. No pressure. Very good. I remember the shop was downstairs, under another shop and the whole area was a bit rundown. Finally - the cd I chose was "Lexicon of Love"...

I've checked and can't find a duplicate thread on this one. Can anyone remember the name of the hi-fi shop that was on Nursery Street just at the entrance to the Wicker ? With my first pay check I bought a pair of speakers from them... name escape me mind. Remember carting them back to Pond Street and up to Gleadless on the bus...

I think that I will visit this Summer - see for my own eyes then I can decide. What's one mans' garbage is another mans' treasure and vice versa. It's all relative anyway - and it's easy to look back with rose-tinted glasses and think that when you were little things were much better than they actually were. On the other hand, it's never quite the same to revisit a place that you had fond memories of....

It's been a good few years since I last visited Scarborough - quite possibly 1999 was the last time I was there. Curiously enough was thinking of visiting this Summer, taking my little girl to see where Daddy spent his holidays when he was the same age as she is now. I could wax enthusiastically for hours about my childhood holidays spent at Scarborough - in the mid to late 1960s my father had two weeks Summer holidays and one week out of the two we went by train to Scarborough. We always stayed in the same hotel - the Winster on Albermarle Crescent. Some great memories: the lovely beach, the sea was always cold; the bus ride to the North bay and the Corner Café to Peasholm Park - the naval battles, the boating lake, the little train that ran to Scalby Mills where there was b*gger all to do; the open air theatre in the Park, the open air pool where it was always bloody freezing and you queued for hours to get in; the various cliff lifts that ran up and down; the cricket ground; the castle where it was always windy; the pier & lighthouse; the Corunna boat that sailed out to the bay and back; the boats unloading wood; the funfair and helter skelter under the castle; the Futurist Theater and the Green Lizard Restaurant afterwards; the South bay pool which was salty and glacial; Olivers' Mount with the Mere and the pirate ship Hispanola; the wooden huts on the prom selling fresh prawns & other seafood; etc etc. In 1999 the place had an air of tiredness which from all accounts appears to have got worse. They pulled down the Corner Café and the pool and built some ghastly holiday apartments. Other landmarks have vanished and the South Pool has been filled in. So maybe Scarborough could be skipped this Summer - Filey could be an alternative.

Wouldn't fancy being underneath it when it landed, though...

As promised If anyone recognises themselves on the photos, or recognises someone, let me know. If anyone requires me to remove these photos from the public domaine, also please let me know. http://img62.imageshack.us/slideshow/webplayer.php?id=skaterichdave04.jpg

Mixmif - the man is a legend. Nice guy. He used to live just down the road from me when I was up at Gleadless. I have a photo somewhere of him - he would have been seventeen or eighteen at the time. He used to drop in to my flat from time to time.

Right. I have some old photos from the early 1980S. I will put them on-line so that if anyone recognises anyone, let me know .... I'll try this evening.

Some photos of Owlerton taken in 1985. Quality average, neg scanner not brilliant & can't find any prints. http://imageshack.us/g/12/201201056small.jpg/ Just to give an idea of what Owlerton looked like at that time. I wasn't really a speedway fan, I usually went to Owlerton to watch the Eagles.

As if by magic ... Here's a photo of the aforementioned Anthill Mob, taken by myself (copyright applies) at the Battle of the Bands final at the Limit Club in 1985. I have more slides to scan yet (just got the scanner for Xmas) http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/2846/anthillmob1.jpg

Please no, not that. BTW, Eagles did once use Milmoor for a match; a friday night fixture against Swinton when they were taken apart by (an ageing, admittedly) Danny Wilson (not the football manager) - father of Ryan Giggs and a very useful half-back. /anorak mode off/

Oulà ! Ca chauffe..! Been living in Paris for fifteen years and never experienced any real anti-British sentiment; quite the opposite actually; when folk hear my Yorkshire accent they immediately become curious; some try their English out on me which now I find quite flattering. In the early days here I was so determined to speak French that if anyone responded in English I took it as an insult that my French wasn't good enough. Now I just reply "wow, you speak good English" which usually scores points. Amazing too once they find out I'm English just how many French people have a cousin or a sister who lives in "Portsmoose" or Brighton, or whom once visited London... Just a couple of weeks ago I got let into a local (4th divison) soccer ground for half price because of my accent.... edit : corrected spelling and here's a moderately amusing thing - try getting a French person to pronounce "Rotherham"

Dowty retarders. I think that they are still manufactured and used all around the world (ok, certainly in Europe (Germany) and North America.

Red Lion, Heeley Bottom. They had for a while the Thin Lizzy live single, which meant you got three songs for one play - "Rosalie / The Cowboy Song / The Boys are Back in Town".

All this talk of Sheffield fishcakes is making me bloody hungry... Haven't had one in years. There used to be a chippy on Valley Road that sold damn good fishcakes but their chips were a tad disappointing, however. The nearest Parisian equivalent to a fishcake is a rather poor imitation of the maligned "rissole" mentioned above. But... recently they've started to sell real fish fingers here, under the "Capitaine Igloo" brand, and they are very good, I would say 99% like the real item. So, it's now possible to make fish finger butties as my mate Neil used to make them - recipe; two slices of white bread; three fish fingers; one slice of that plastic-like cheese; one slice of tomato; a generous blob of Hellmans' mayonnaise (also available here, imported) (Salad cream is much better, but unobtainable here)

I remember the line of red phone boxes near the Post Office in town - there were loads of them yet often you still had to bloody well queue for one. Living on Granville Road in early 1980s all the local phone booths were beseiged by students ringing home (usually for more money from their parents). You either waited or walked on to find another one. Had a rather unusual incident one evening whilst in a booth at the bottom of Granville Road ringing a former love of my life in Wath-upon-Dearne; chatting away to this lovely lady, then all of a sudden a hand thrust into the booth holding a bunch of dandelions... I open the door and look out and I see a somewhat tattily-dressed gentleman of West Indian origin sauntering away... kind of surreal...

I used to work at Steadfast tools, which I suspect is buried under the new Greenland Road now. Regret also that I didn't take any photos at the time... you thought that it would go on forever...

I worked in IT department from 1984 to 1991; some good memories from that time... devestated to see what has become of the company since... a shame...

I vaguely remember that in 80/81 they used to play "Woolly Bully" by Sam the Sham & the Pharoahs... but I might be mistaken

The two blokes are still there - they got encased in bronze...

The version I remember ended with a line about Old King Henry and his personal hygiene....

Thirty years to the day that Dad started uni (Polytechnic as it was in those days), eldest daughter has just started out on the student trail. So, on a visit to the UK to see her, decided to have a look at where she will be living in Sheffield. Driving around the city, I recognized, well, not a lot. Arundel Gate has changed beyond recognition - and where has the Nelson Mandela students union building gone ? The Wedding Cake has disappeared as have the Egg Boxes, but I'm not going to cry over that one. Despite all the changes, I still find that Sheffield has a magic charm to it, the folk are generally warm & hospitable. Only blot on the copybook is the presence of Chavs and I've heard some scary stories of drug gangs in some areas of the city....

"Café" being masculin, it should really be "Le Petit Café"...

I once wrote to Dave Christian and he played a request for my late Mums' birthday. Thanks, Dave...