mickypotts

1954

isnt that the Dall memorial presbeterian church

Happy Birthday Vic and many more

Thanks Junior, the only time I recall having a crime committed against me was after we moved to Newbiggin and a neighbor stole the battery off my Honda 50, right under my bedroom window in the night, they even put the bolts back in place!! there were only 2 Honda 50,s in the colliery housing area so take your pick, we never even reported the theft I guess he needed his bike to work more than I did!!

As a child living on Hirst terrace in the early 50.s we shared one outside tap and a toilet with 3 other families as well as one outside wash house, each family had its own toilet paper or newspaper and woe betide anyone who used other than their own!! each family had its own wash day and used their own coal to heat the iron wash tub, the clothes roller was made of wood, having to go to the loo in the middle of the night in winter was a challenge to say the least, there was a gas street light just outside our gate that had to be lit each night and put out at first light, never knew if the council or the colliery paid for that? the smell and the taste of the fresh bread that came out of the oven in the cast iron fire place could never be forgotten. I never felt that we were poor back then but having knowt was the same boat everyone was in so it was just the way of life we had...........and Loved

Carrying on the spherically challenged theme...........

The Golding family had one of these at the top of Gladstone terrace

The dark side of the moon, 17 travelers to the moon have seen it first hand

Quoits is it still played ? Heres a pic from my archives of the Sun Inn Quoits Club in 1967. I remember they played around the back.

Know anyone or memories ?

Albert Cochrane is to the right of my Dad

Quoits is it still played ? Heres a pic from my archives of the Sun Inn Quoits Club in 1967. I remember they played around the back.

Know anyone or memories ?

Yes Thats my Dad Bill Potts on the right side, he was one of the founders of the quoites club, I believe that the quoites were made in the machine shop at Ashington pit where he worked and the clay was made by adding oil to soil.

Do you have any more like this??

First one is a 1950 Mercury, same type of car as stallones cobra, good job Malcolm!! second one is a 1967 chevy suburban, oldest continueous vehicle name since 1932 and still is

or this one??

Who has the answer??

Happy birthday Pet, all the best and many more

The picture symtoms posted is my old class at westridge, I,m standing behind him somewhere

So who knows who supplies the bairns with tabs today???

My Dad was a member of the Sun Inn Leek Club and grew his leeks in the allotments next to allens field and the park, The soil was mixed with very fine sand and coal ash with no stones that would dig into the leek, and I remember tea leaves being saved for the leeks and following allen the milkmans horse with a shovel and pail to pickup the dung. there was tough competition and rivalry for the leek show prizes which could be quite substantial, lottery tickets were sold in the pubs to finance the show, there may have been graft skimming money off the top but never could prove it!!!!

As for eating the leeks they were great and a potatoe and Leek pie was a favorite.

what Pub?

all the best Pete, enjoy your retirement

Does anyone recall the bingo hall in the tent further down from the top club?? who was the owner?

0 to 200 in 6 seconds Bob was in trouble. He forgot his wedding anniversary. His wife was

really pixxxd.

She told him "Tomorrow morning, I expect to find a gift in the

driveway that goes from 0 to 200 in 6 seconds AND IT BETTER BE THERE !!"

The next morning he got up early and left for work. When his wife woke

up, she looked out the window and sure enough there was a box

gift-wrapped in the middle of the driveway.

Confused, the wife put on her robe and ran out to the driveway, brought

the box back in the house.

She opened it and found a brand new bathroom scale.

Bob has been missing since Friday.

A blonde, wanting to earn some money, decided to hire herself out as a handyman-type and started canvassing a wealthy neighborhood. She went to the front door of the first house and asked the owner if he had any jobs for her to do.

"Well, you can paint my porch. How much will you charge?"

The blonde said, "How about 50 dollars?" The man agreed and told her that the paint and ladders that she might need were in the garage. The man's wife, inside the house, heard the conversation and said to her husband, "Does she realize that the porch goes all the way around the house?"

The man replied, "She should. She was standing on the porch."

A short time later, the blonde came to the door to collect her money.

"You're finished already?" he asked. "Yes," the blonde answered, "and I had paint left over, so I gave it two coats. "Impressed, the man reached in his pocket for the $50. "And by the way," the blonde added, "that's not a Porch, it's a Ferrari

A policeman was patrolling a local parking spot overlooking a golf course. He drove by a car and saw a couple inside with the dome light on. There was a young man in the driver's seat reading a computer magazine and a young lady in the back seat knitting. He stopped to investigate. He walked up to the driver's window and knocked. The young man looked up, cranked the window down, and said, "Yes Officer?"

"What are you doing?" the policeman asked. "What does it look like?" answered the young man. "I'm reading this magazine." Pointing towards the young lady in the back seat, the officer then asked, "And what is she doing?" The young man looked over his shoulder and replied, "What does it look like? She's knitting."

"And how old are you?" the officer then asked the young man. "I'm nineteen," he replied. "And how old is she?" asked the officer. The young man looked at his watch and said, "Well, in about twelve minutes she'll be sixteen."

SYMPTOM: Feet cold and wet.

FAULT: Glass being held at incorrect angle.

ACTION: Rotate glass so that open end points toward

ceiling.

SYMPTOM: Feet warm and wet.

FAULT: Improper bladder control.

ACTION: Stand next to nearest dog, complain about house

training.

SYMPTOM: Beer unusually pale and tasteless.

FAULT: Glass empty.

ACTION: Get someone to buy you another beer.

SYMPTOM: Opposite wall covered with fluorescent lights.

FAULT: You have fallen over backward.

ACTION: Have yourself leashed to bar.

SYMPTOM: Mouth contains cigarette butts.

FAULT: You have fallen forward.

ACTION: See above.

SYMPTOM: Beer tasteless, front of your shirt is wet.

FAULT: Mouth not open, or glass applied to wrong part of

face.

ACTION: Retire to restroom, practice in mirror.

SYMPTOM: Floor blurred.

FAULT: You are looking through bottom of empty glass.

ACTION: Get someone to buy you another beer.

SYMPTOM: Floor moving.

FAULT: You are being carried out.

ACTION: Find out if you are being taken to another bar.

SYMPTOM: Room seems unusually dark.

FAULT: Bar has closed.

ACTION: Confirm home address with bartender.

SYMPTOM: Taxi suddenly takes on colorful aspect and

textures.

FAULT: Beer consumption has exceeded personal

limitations.

ACTION: Cover mouth.

SYMPTOM: Everyone looks up to you and smiles.

FAULT: You are dancing on the table.

ACTION: Fall on somebody cushy-looking.

SYMPTOM: Beer is crystal-clear.

FAULT: It's water. Somebody is trying to sober you up.

ACTION: Punch him.

SYMPTOM: Hands hurt, nose hurts, mind unusually clear.

FAULT: You have been in a fight.

ACTION: Apologize to everyone you see, just in case it was

them.

SYMPTOM: Don't recognize anyone, don't recognize the room

you're in.

FAULT: You've wandered into the wrong party.

ACTION: See if they have free beer.

SYMPTOM: Your singing sounds distorted.

FAULT: The beer is too weak.

ACTION: Have more beer until your voice improves.

SYMPTOM: Don't remember the words to the song.

FAULT: Beer is just right.

ACTION: Play air guitar.

64-69

What years were you there symtoms