Canny lass

Where is this Maggie?

Never experienced that, Paul, but I was often subjected to a very strange hair-drying procedure so that my newly washed hair would be thouroughly dried Before going to bed (That's probably the reason I never experienced frosty hair). I had long hair which my mother dried by ironing it between two sheets of newspaper. I had the tops of my ears 'singed' (there's a Lovely Word) a few times. Was this perhaps the fore runner of the modern day Electric straightening tong?

Thanks Adam. I might get some sleep now!

Welcome to the forum, Paul. Looking forward to your posts.

Can somebody put me out of my misery? That Sainsbury's advert, didn't Paul McCartney once do something similar in a video? What was the song????

Fantastic turn out!

Am I missing something here??

There was me thinking it was Nescos.

More like a Little sparrow. Also known as 'the Dickie nurse'.

Gin Palace?

Boys on the left, Girls on the right! I'd forgotten about that! I do remember dancing (I use the term loosely) in Groups of 3-5 around a pile of handbags. I don't know what we were guarding. They contained nothing more than a lipstick, a hanky and the bus fare home. The lipstick was a well kept secret at home. I used to go to my friend's house up the street and put my lipstick on there Before going to Catch Raisbecks bus. One evening my father got on the bus, saw me with lipstick on and dragged me off. I never got to the Clayton that night and he had to take a later bus to Bedlington Club. Double punishment for me!

Hi Maggie, welcome to the forum. There was most certainly a pub called the Turk's Head in the Market Place at Bedlington. I Think there's a Picture of it on the sixtownships site: www.sixtownships.org.uk There's also a thread on this site with all the pubs and clubs in Bedlington List of Pubs and Clubs - Bedlington District. Good luck with your search.

Welcome to the forum. There were Lightlys at Netherton Colliery. I remember the daughter - Nora. She'd be in her seventies now.

Welcome to the forum Maubel.

Should have been a bit clearer, Maggie. When I said you can't compare sour milk to sour dough I didn't mean that bread could not be made using sour milk. I was referring to the taste of the bread and the fun of making your own sour dough, feeding it, keeping it alive, Dividing it, sharing it with your friends and family. My oldest starter is now in its 16th year!! Get the grandbairns to make one. They'll love it. It has a Life of it's own. Speaking of sour dough - does anybody rememeber the "friendship cakes" that were doing the rounds in the late 60s early seventies? They were based on a sour dough. Every week you divided your dough, fed it, made 3 cakes and gave 2 away together with a starter dough and instructions on how to keep it alive. Does anybody happen to have a recipe for the cakes? There were several recipes. My favourite had chopped, tinned pineapple and glace cherries in it, but that's about all I can rememeber.

No, no, no, no, no Maggie! You can't compare sour milk to sour dough. Wrong type of bacteria. However, the sugars in milk - sour or otherwise are excellent in breadmaking. I make 95% of all the bread eaten in this house and 95% of that is made with sour dough. It makes wonderful bread. It's only the getting started that takes time - about 4 Days to make the starter/culture. After that it's dead easy, There's nothing to compare with thrashing the hell out of a bread dough on a Cold, wet day while the wind's whistling around the house and the rain's beating against the windows - except maybe eating the first slice while it's still warm and dripping with butter! If you'd like to know how to make an easy starter let me know and I'll put a recipe out on the site. It really is good fun - amost on a par with linguistics except that you don't get to travel so much!

23/24 Thirty years away doesn't seem to have done too much damage!

Shiphams!

As usual - like the cow's tail, Always last! Happy birthday GGGG

I've never Heard dandling participles explained in that way Before!

I'll second that Foxy!

He definitely needs to get that tambourine tuned!

Ja må han leva! Ja må han leva! Ja må han leva uti hundrade år. Ja visst ska han leva! Ja visst ska han leva! Ja visst ska han leve uti hundrade år. Happy birthday Malcolm.

Or I'm having Another of my "senior moments". Thanks Symptoms.

It's changed a bit! The plinth's not quite so high now.