Sw@lnalla

Does anybody remember the discotheque that was in Cregsies (Railway Tavern) early sixties? The lights made your beer look the colour of sump oil and your black suit looked like it was covered in white flecks, your white shirt turned a bluey green and the music from the duke box was like somthing out of this world (well it was in them days anyway). All of the fights took place on the mud covered car park to the right of the pub as you look at it, Good times.

Was the Maket Tavern's real name the Howard Arms or have I got that wrong?

I remember crossing the road to avoid the 'teds' hanging outside on my way to the snooker hall, if we couldn't get a table there we went to the 'tute behind South Row. I had 2 bob pocket money, one for the table and 11d for 5 Woodbine.

Is this the camps you`re all referring to? Well, what`s left of them anyway. I didn`t realise anyone used to live there.

There were several buildings like that, Jack Clouston and his brother used them in their greengrocery/coal business. They even had a paddling pool .

... and for all than the lowliest of 'housing association' estates - where the BNP makes sense to those grasping for any last penny they can scrounge not to be spent on anything other their cider and lambert - the BNP will not make any kind of impression on the election results. Thank Jesus.

Evangelists, catholocism and fascism, how are we, the waster's locked into social housing able to judge?

My family lived at the Hartford camps. I believe it was from 1949 to 1952 or thereabouts, I was 4 when we moved to 88 Westlea...I have vague memories of the !*!@# heaps there and the communal netties and washroom. I remember Marjie from Pattison the butchers driving her little van to deliver meat. Seems like a million years ago.

There were no !*!@# heaps, communal netties or washrooms, where did you live ?

Anybody remember Hartford Camps?,

Or

Like me lived there, we lived at 54 Netherton Moor, that No1 camp, as you drove in from the main road the garage was straight in front of you we lived on the left proberbly just where the Information centre is now.

More Happy days.!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I lived at 13 Hartford Woodlands, #3 Camp.

Thank you all for your kind wishes!

I have'nt been too great for the last few weeks, but the sun is beginning to shine again, so I think I"ve turned the corner.

The snow is prettty well gone now, but it is still not too warm, with very cold nights, and 3-4 C by day, but they are forecasting mid teens in the next few days.

We can use it!

Regards, Joe

Best wishes Joe, screw the weather and go for 90.

does anyone recall old Ginnys fish and chips,

Was that next to Nutters? All replaced by what is now Brook Court. Was there also a shop at the park end of Lily Ave. ?

I say "bring back Bacci's in the Market Place!" This 60's billiard hall was the place where mis-spent youth could be generated ... ah, happy days (as long as parents didn't find out)!

I seem to remember he had a couple of tables at the back of the café then more upstairs in the hall, access up a narrow rickety staircase ... but maybe memory is playing tricks. Also I can't remember if Bacci is the correct spelling. Maybe others can confirm.

I remember the tables upstairs, only one being fullsize and I believe the spelling of Bacci to be correct.

this is what car do you drive!!

In the future.

these are the bikes i have at the minute

Monkey bikes ?

here's mine!

I'm saving for a Montreal

1. its an alfa (made buy stinking italians)

That tells me something.

Is it that the generation that lived through the blitz are gone? In the rather cushioned '60s I drove a motor scooter through 20 foot snowdrifts to get to school. And you know we were handed strange things called shovels, which were great at moving snow and ice. Unfortunately we didn't have pretty strips of flourescent plastic to cordon off the snowfall and ice, you just sort-of kept to the cleared bits using your own powers of observation.

Early 1965, I ran into a drift near West Moor on my little Zundapp and went A over B, when I stood up I realisd my bike was nowhere to be seen. After a little while I noticed a slight plume of steam, gotcha!

Claire, why not ask the Padre who'll be drenching the nipper if he has an arrangement with any local caterer/venue - must be a common request. For something different consider a picnic if the weather's fine.

Attlee Park, perfect and yoy can dunk the bairn in the river, John would be proud.

here look an offical list of supercars look here and swalnalla ya heaps not on it!

Probably because your 'definitive' list is mostly post '70s machines.

Any car built in the Zagato, Bertone or Pininfarina workshops has to be considered superior.

not exactly a supercar! nice banger though!

Current prices range from £16k-£20k, some banger. I don't thinnk you have a clue what it is.

I used to own one of these.

You're paying a pittance for a home, and they'll soon be round with plans for new roof, kitchen, bathroom et al. My heart bleeds for you pal.

I hate to say it, but I agree with Denzel

Our first Internet connection was £45 a month at a heady 14,400 bits/second! Mind you that was a theoretical maximum, you never got that sort of speed in practice.

Oh yes, and you had to pay for the phone call at BT rip-off rates on top of that! We had a four figure phone bill one month. There was also a download limit - yes, seriously!

I guess even AOL is better than that.

1994..... A block of 90 hours cost C$15. with a 14k modem, no extra phone charges. by 2004 this had increased to C$10 a month unlimited on a 56k modem again with no extra phone charges.

i see....

come on people! we need some rumours here!

get your gums rattling!

any idea when this meet at the CC is taking place? (i cant be bothered to read the paper or look for myself lol!)

http://bedlington.journallive.co.uk/

She has talked to the city people, the wild life people, and anyone else who might know how to deal with such a problem.

Since that hasn't worked, her next step, is to blame me.

Apparently I should have told her that deer love fresh roses. How would I know! I am from the Bank Top. I am a pitmans son, while she is from a New York farm family. So if anyone should know these things, it is her failing, not mine.

A friend of mine reminded me today, that in marriage, the truly important failings, are always the husbands fault. That is what we are here for.

But it is just not fair! Is it?

Joe Rooney. (Feeling very badly done to!)

Your friend is very correct Joe and from a womans point of view is very fair. I get the blame for everything, not getting through the myriad of jobs she thinks I should do upsets her, even though she is supposedly my carer.

The photo is held, in "My pictures", while my software program is Microsoft "Picture it". I can't find the support manual, so I am at a total loss as to how to reduce these dimensions to meet the site limits. 150 X 150, or so.

Thanks all!

Joe Rooney

If you want a pic of those dimensions Joe, I suggest that you crop it 'square' and then reduce it.

It's a celebration of the birth of a saviour,

A celebration of the ridiculous.

wey that was my opinion! its the truth! so what the point in lying about it! like terrier close are prefabs!

That's your definition.

Tesco is !*!@# anyway.