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I wonder if it could be the same ball with different dates painted on. Here's one from 1967-68 with Matty Hall in the background and Neil Watson holding the ball. (Still can't work out how he was at that school!!!) PS. (A) Derek Wilkinson is sitting to Neil Watson's right. It can't be the same one as Reedy's! Not unless he has discovered the elixir of life! But there is a remarkable resemblance

The brickwork on that photo actually looks like the Whitley! Could the 'seniors' have played from there? PS, photo not mine, I think it's Foxy's.

I think every household had a sideboard with one drawer dedicated to bits and bobs and buttons. I know we did; there would be dufflecoat toggles, brass buttons, brooches, WWII medals and who knows what else. We also had shrapnel from a German fighter that came down at the Bedlington brick kiln. (At least that's what me and my bro were told) Now with me it's books. I hoard books, hundreds of them, mainly for nostalgia. They remind me of times gone by and I am loathe to part with them, every book takes me back to a certain time - the same as my vinyl records. When I pop my clogs someone is going to get a treasure trove of non-fiction and fiction books and 60s - 70s LPs.

Ditto.

I've been reading all this recycling stuff with interest especially this bit from Vic... Some towns here have one Sunday a month when you haul useful stuff to the curb and people cruise around and you take anything you can use, then you put back anything not taken! cheap recycling! Without getting of topic, has anybody considered a swap-shop on this Forum? For example books - I'm after Resurrection by W. A. Harbinson - has anybody got it and maybe I have a book I can swap it with. Just a thought!

Me and my brother, especially my brother, had an extensive collection of Subbutteo teams, etc. You should see the price they are asking for them on ebay - some were in the hundreds of pounds, especially in Japan.

With me it was cards; Thunderbirds, Batman & Robin, American Civil War; WWII, and these lot below, the Tarzan collection. I had this complete set. http://www.erbzine.com/comics/banner10.html

Then there was The Good Old Days with Leonard Sachs - but when that came on me and my bro went into the other room and played Subbutteo.

How many people remember their Sundays? Here's a basic rundown of our house in the 1960s. Bread and dripping for breakfast. Listen to the Clitheroe Kid on the wireless. Jam tarts and chocolate cake freshly baked by my mam and gran. Sing Something Simple on the Wireless. Black and White Minstrels on the telly. Roger Moore in The Saint. (Black and white then in colour) Beans and fried tetties for our supper. A bath with Mister Matey bubbles then off to bed. (In the winter going to bed comprised of a pair of socks, hot water bottle and ten blankets on top of you. If you didn't freeze to death overnight you went to school on Monday morning.

The one smell I don't miss is the soot from those coal fires - after the chimney sweep had been. Then he'd bury it in the garden and you would dig it up months later and get the same smell!!!

I often wondered about that cowbell around her neck! But she had lovely eyes and long eyelashes. Here's another smell I remember - OXO Chipmunk crisps sold at Strakers at the Oval shops.

FOUR SMELLS WITH ME. 1) The pages of musty old books takes me right back to the Station Library where I used to get my Hardy Boys books. 2) Fish and chips always reminds me of the Wallaw - we used to come out of there and go to Wales' chip shop for our supper. 3) Aniseed reminds me of the Domino / Lucy's where I used to drink Pernod. 4) Fresh cut grass always reminds me of a girl I fell in love with during the summer. All these smells are like a time-tunnel to me.

Happy birthday, all the very best to you.

Can anyone remember who taught Technical Drawing at the Woody School - 1969-70s. I have my own idea but I'll reserve it until someone answers.

Welcome to the forum, Joe, good luck in your search.

Thanks Symptoms. I will tell my friend about the PVA problem tonight.

Thanks for your comments and advice it's actually my friend's daughters property which she rents out. (Not me Symptoms - if it was my house I'd be okay about asking for advice in the open) The mould is occurring in two places; the bedroom wall, and a storage cupboard - both on the gable wall. The downstairs flat is okay. Someone else mentioned a Sky dish - that maybe it wasn't sealed properly and the water is seeping in. Then someone else mention putting PVA paint on it - it acts as a glue barrier. Anyway, keep your advice coming and I'll pass the messages on - I'm going to have a look at it on Monday. Cheers everyone.

Inside - bedroom wall.

My friend is having some problems with mould on one gable wall. She has tried anti-mould spray, etc, but it has returned. has anybody got a sure-fire solution. Cheers.

I always associate the Laing with Holman Hunt's Isabella and her pot of Basil. I like some of the Pre-Raphaelite stuff, especially Waterhouse's works - Hylas and the Nymphs. I once saw Coley-Burn Jones' Pygmalion and Galatea...well I did once the crowds parted. The four paintings were magnificent. But I've never been to the Laing for over a year now. I wouldn't mind seeing an exhibit of Casper David Friedrich's works; so haunting.

It's the Laing Art Gallery with me. Once they used to have good exhibits on show from Rembrandt to Heath Robinson. The last time I was there they had a Minimalist exhibit - it was half-a-dozen girders painted red. Poor show. The best artwork there was the two stained glass angels in the cafe!

All the very best and have a good one.

what a versatile voice. (pity about the jerky photography - a bit annoying) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCgKLbuHJBI

One thing I've noted with regards to language and dialect, in Bedlington, is the fact that so few people actually say Bedlington ( Bed-ling-ton) it is always Beddleton. It's the same with Ashington - Asherton. If I talk to a stranger on the phone I tend to say 'yes' instead of 'Aye', and 'home' instead of 'yem'. Once I phoned the information desk at Wansbeck Council and asked if they had any details of cycle paths in the Wansbeck area. I was told by a haughty receptionist that she couldn't give out that information due to the Data Protection Act. Somewhat puzzled I explained that I had just bought a push bike and I wanted to know where the cycle paths were. There was a sudden gasp and apology on the other end of the phone and she said "I'm sorry, i thought you said Psychopaths." (True!!)

When I saw it it was 4.25pm (GMT). The sky was clear and I could see it with the naked eye. To be honest, Vic i thought it was a plane coming in. Then I realised the time and location was right. I trained my binoculars on it but just got a whirling orange spiral (!!!) so I just observed it with my naked eye. Then the clouds came over and it poured down.But what a Sight!!