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The could turn the mosque into an eatery...then it could be a mosque...eato.     

No, not me. My Dad was called James 'Nipper' Lockey. He was killed at the Dr Pit in 1956. he was a cutter and the roof caved in on him.

AMEN. Threegee, spot on.

"he also told me that there was even bigger bunkers,beneath Tranwell airfield"

 

This rings a bell with me; doing some research on old racing circuits in the North I composed a list of disused  airfields - many of which were used for motor sport in the post WW2 years - having been told by a source that Tranwell may have been used in some way. I can find no evidence for such; however, research did uncover the existence of a still-intact underground control centre, so perhaps a bigger bunker for vehicles is not so far fetched? Indeed, during the war Donington Park, in the Midlands, was used a storage depot for military vehicles. Following the end of the war most were simply buried on site; they are still there.

Merc', I've seen pictures of this, either on-site or elswhere. Frustrating cos i can't remember, Get back to you when I find them.

It wasn't that bad...Oh yes it was!!!

I've just seen Clint Eastwood riding down the Front Street on a bucket...Pail rider, I assume! 

Sorry, Threegee, you missed my point about MT - it wasn't a history rant.

As you said -  MT got some thumping majorities, and only lost power by being deposed by her own cabinet. 

She got deposed because she didn't listen to others - Geofrrey Howes' infamous cricket speech - if you recall.

That was the point I was trying to make - No single politician runs the country so let's not think Nigel Farage is going to wave a magic wand and make things better. If that was the case let's vote for Sooty...and Sweep... Izzy wizzy let's get busy.    

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I've got to agree with Tony on this point, Threegee. That the two girls voted for MT just because we hadn't had a woman PM!!! As I said in the other site (please read) we have always had a voting mentality of my dad voted labour and so I shall. What we need is real change and personally I couldn't give a rat's sh*t if the next PM was a prince or a pauper as long as he/she can deliver the goods. What we all must understand is that politics isn't about one man - or woman. (though Maggie tried to rule the roost - to her downfall) Politics and the running of the country takes many people and people make mistakes - we have to realise this. No one person can Guarantee a 'Golden Age'...so let's not get carried away on the promises of one party. Please don't lose sight of realistic politics. Not even the Athenians - the very cradle of politics - could deliver the goods.

Threegee is right. We have a once-in-lifetime chance to show we are TOTALLY dissatisfied with the leading parties and their lethargic politics. We actually need someone to rock the boat and give these complacent politicians a shock to their systems. Even if UKIP got in at the next GE and if they failed miserably then it would give the politicians in this country a kick up the a**e and show them that the people are sick and tired of their self-centered- going-nowhere ways. The biggest enemies come next GE are the public's worn out motive for voting - "My mam and dad voted for Labour so I'm going to vote for Labour." and the fact that both Labour & Tories know they are fighting for their very existence. And when political animals are cornered they will use every dirty trick in the book to survive. There will be deals within deals and you can expect a gruesome fight.

Addendum 1 - I said Labour was a leading party...sorry, I was talking past-tense.

Addendum 2 - I seriously doubt if UKIP can keep it's promises...no party has or can.

Addendum 3 - I've had a hard day at work and I'm tired. 

And just in time for the General Election...Didn't Maggie pull that stunt with the Falklands!!!

Yeah, Vic, We had Pasadena!!!! I recall someone saying Tony Christie appeared at the Dom'.

I would go for Tartan as the worst beer - but a bottle of Export for the best beer. Remember them from the Terrier, Tony, when Vic & Vi had it.

I lost many a-weekend at the Dom, WillyJ. The Claggy Mat was part of my drinking days. Many memories of the place, both good and bad. The worst being the vile Watneys Red Barrel beer that they used to sell in those chunky glasses.

WillyJ & Eggy - go into History Hollow and type in Club Domino in search engine. There's a lot of stuff in there about the Claggy Mat.

One of my favourite songs is the Theme to Hazell- a TV private detective series in the seventies (?)...co-written by Terry Venables. The theme tune was written by Andy Mackay from Roxy Music and sung by Maggie Bell...look it up on Youtube. Brilliant.

Wow, WillyJ, what memories. I actually went to the Cellar with a girlfriend many years ago...she said lets go to Bubbles for a drink. I thought... that sounds like a nice quaint place!!!! A romantic drink with possibilities afterwards...It was the ruddy Cellar - renamed Bubbles. The very place of musical legend and nightmarish visions. Now a fascimile of the original Hitler's bunker...with an outside toilet to boot. Imagine the scene...a Bedlington lad in the heart of enemy territory with his only weapon being the sounds of the seventies. The lights were at a minimum.... bats kept crashing into the walls...If I had taken night-vision-goggles I would have been hard pressed to see what was going on. You ordered your drinks in Braille!!! Then ten hours later my eyes became accustomed to the darkness and I saw pictures on the wall...of groups who had played there... groups who had probably sold their souls to B.L Zeebub to gain notoriety and A life of S,D & Rock and roll. I survived my ordeal...and vowed never to go back again...not even for the promise of earthly delights,,,well maybe...er...but that's not for here and now. Anyway, memories flooded back of Days of Future Passed and what could have been if I had stuck it out at Jack Dixons (Dicksons) at Grange Park with his rattling Banjo and Bert Wheedon Semi-acoustic. I have very few regrets in life...but one is selling my Columbus 335 semi-acoustic, cherry red guitar with Fender extra light strings. It makes me want to cry.

I think I saw 'Dennis-the-Menace Keith going into the Northumberland Arms Dressed as a woman on Saturday night. But don't tell him I said that.     

Sink me for a Frenchman! You bounders, you've sussed me out, mater and pater will be spinning in their graves.

Yeah, you're both right...I've got a lyrical, cynical sense of humour...I think us British have to, especially with the monarchial & political system we have in this country. No offense taken or given, though I was serious about being proud to be English. To be honest I hate cricket and would puke if given a cucumber sandwich.. though the gin and tonic would be welcomed...but aside from that. Cheers lads...

Threegee ask Kieth he thinks everybody drinks gin & says tootle pip with a Geordie accent of coarse lol with a monkey in a pram..

It's a funny thing, Tony, A lot of people still think of the British as Michael Caine in Zulu or Montgomery at El Alamein. It conjurers up images of the Days of the Raj and that stiff upper lip character who loves cricket and drinks G & T's. Recall the two Englishmen, Charters and Caldicott, in The Lady Vanishes. Just look at our PM, you could stick him in a stovepipe hat and transplant him straight back to Victorian times...we should be so lucky...and he would fit in. It's hard to shake off that image. Me, I'm actually quite proud to be English, but us Geordies (Northumbrians) are a breed apart from the stereotypical image of a British subject and I hope we never contemplate doing a Salmond. Anyway, old boy, chin chin, keep up the good work and I'll see you in the club for a large G & T. Jeeves, tell her ladyship I'll be home late.

I got a pass but two that I got wrong I thought might be trick questions.

So now I'm off for a cucumber sandwich and watch the cricket with a large G & T. Toodle-pip. Jeeves! Where's my brolly?

All the best and many more of them.

Somebody get up the ladder and give the lens a clean! 

Appreciate the comeback, WillyJ. Funny enough, if I smell putty or linseed oil I'm always reminded of Luncheon meat and pickle sandwiches!!! The job I'm in now means I eat on the hoof...grabbing pasties or sandwiches at bakers, etc. Once in a while I actually sit down to a cooked meal. At times I just haven't got the time to cook anything before I'm out again. But the good part is...I'm losing some fat. 

I guess the rescue team didn't look at the content of my father's bait box when they went in after the roof caved in on him - killing him. He was a cutter, so I doubt if he had pretty little hands. PS. I was a painter and decorator...so most of my bait had a smattering of putty and emulsion or gloss on it. But I still remember there was an one hour lunch (bait) break.

Watched it for ages but never once saw the Raisbeck bus!!!

Good work, Fourgee, but like Malcolm, can we fit it with one of those laser canons that the Predator creatures have in the films.