keith lockey

I bumped into a mate the other day and he says he has a Casio (or something similar) and he says i can have it. It is in his loft doing nothing. I can't actually play the piano but I like composing songs and I always wanted a keyboard. PS, Tony, take a look at Howard Jones playing the Jupiter 80 on You tube - awesome but totally technical.

You needn't apologise, Tullybrone, that's what this site is for - getting answers to questions. I can't personally help you on this one but I bet someone else will be able. Good luck.

Did Charles I's soldiers have a cavalier atitude towards fighting? Do Aboriginies beat around the bush? Was Samuel Colt a son of a gun? Was Jacques Costeau out of his depth? Did Matthew Corbett have a hand in Sooty's success?

Finger-picking, too, that always impresses me. As much as I try it I still can't get anywhere as good as I would like, so I still use a plectrum. I am thinking of getting a keyboard this Christmas. My friend has an upright piano and whenever I am at her house I have a tinkle of the ivories. But I was impressed with the slowed down version of the above song. It makes you wonder how many more songs can be changed just by lowering the tempo.

Welcome to the site, Jen, hope you enjoy it. I was born at Bolam Place then moved to Terrier Close. I went to the Woody School and it was always called that as far as i recall, even before the fire. We had to be shipped off to Princess Louise road at Blyth after that. There is a WOODY SCHOOL site on this forum with many school photos. You might like to have a look.

here is a slowed down version of an 80s classic. Brilliant.

Actually, I normally get "Which one is the monkey?" What is really annoying is the fact that he's dressed better than me!!! And if you look at the safety features on my pram you'll see the state of the art finger grabber; guaranteed to turn you into a three-fingered sloth by the time you reach five years old. Then there is the Formula one, Dunlop tyres, balder than Yul Brynner. Of course one can't help admiring the marsupial-like pouch that I am sitting in with the convertible hood. Yes, when us Lockeys went out for a jolly we always rode in the Rolls Royce style. Giz a bag of crisps.

Now that info about Hovel's is interesting, Reedy, because here is a photo of me defending my packet of crisps from a simian. No one in my family can remember where it was taken.

Welcome to the forum, Scoobox, hope you find what you're looking for.

Hi Tullybrone (Steve) I suggest you look in PUDDLER'S RAA (ROW) in this section (HISTORY HOLLOW). Someone else asked about Phoenix Row there. Good luck.

I'll pass up on that one Keefy, but what about the Black Bull? Do they have a leek club?

One of the things I remember is sparklers. No matter how many times you were told you still managed to pick them up by the wrong end. Then there was the next morning when you went to the shops and there were rocket shafts sticking up all over the ground - like Sioux Indian arrows in the westerns.

Yep, he was unique.

We called turnips snaggies, Paul. Cut some eyes and a mouth in it and stick a candle in then stand outside the Terrier waiting for the drunks to put their hands in their pockets. I also remember an incident in our cul-de-sac with fireworks. We stuck a rocket in a milk bottle and lit the blue touch paper. Just as it was about to take off skyward the bottle toppled over and the rocket went straight into the opposite house's window frame instead. Houston, we have a problem.

All the best Ex Bed, have a good day.

Here they come, Merc', remember you're an Englishman, if you can't be erect then be upstanding. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZZ9iBJ0d90

Even worse, Merc', that means you've been selected for the Rapture. You should be a sinner like the rest of us. You see Comet ISON is really a UFO. It's inhabitants have come to Earth to take all the righteous, clean-living schmucks back to their own world which is full of beautiful naked women who want to procreate. You're doomed, Merc', I'm sorry to be the one who informs you of this horrible future. If only you had thought unclean thoughts they would have left you alone; if only you had guzzled down beer and other intoxicating toxins they would have passed you by. This time next month you will be speeding through the stars towards a world full of nubile girls who will pander to your every whim - just because you are a clean-living boy. Sorry, Merc', but life's a bitch and then you get Raptured. Adios amigo. Think of God, the Queen and Bedlington and not necessarilly in that order.

No Merc', that's the archangel Terry Dactyl. He preceeds the comet and warns the inhabitants of Earth to mend their ways or else he'll steer ISON into our path - all in the name of a benign, all-loving God, of course. The fact that he has landed in your garden might have something to do with your lifestyle. Redemption is at hand...or is it afoot!!!

Comet ISON is approaching amigos. Could be a fantastic event or a damp squib. Or it could slingshot around the sun and smash straight into Earth with all its debris. Watch the skies...keep watching the skies.

Multiple Kylie's!!!!!! Gimmee gimme gimmee. I want one for Christmas!

Me and my bro were just on about Leek Club day at the Bedlington Terrier. It was always a grand do - ruddy good prizes and a boozy day-night for the leek club men. We remembered going out on broth night and having a cold beer and a hot bowl of broth in practically every pub - starting at the Terrier - Monkey - Red Lion,etc, with the subsequent results at the end of the night. (Cold beer and Hot broth do wonders for your bowel movements.) Then I got thinking about the here and now in Bedlington. Are there ANY pubs in Bedlington that have a leek show or broth night? I can't think of any!

Happy belated birthday Bedies. Hope you had a good one.

Yeah, I've got similar photos as well, Eggy, cheers anyway. We were just on about The Terrier today; it used to be a thriving pub. It kind of had two cultures - the afternoon drinkers - ex-miners, etc, and evening drinkers, us youngins, and If you weren't in by 8pm you couldn't get a seat. Then in later years they didn't even bother opening during the day. What a shame, it was once a great pub.

I went to the doctor's today and there was Tom, Dick and Harry in the waiting room. Tom was vomitting everywhere Dick was puking and Harry was throwing up. I thought this is a SICK joke.

An Englishman, Irishman and a Scotsman walk into a bar and the barman says..."Is this a joke?"