keith lockey

Nice one Keith, you should have been a tour guide operator. But you missed out the luxurious EMPTY flats known as White Elephant Combo that now stands where the Claggy mat once stood.

Austin got a good one on me once. I went into the Terrier and he was sitting there with a bottle of broon dog in front of him. He had a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp. I said "What's the matter Austin." He said "I've just been to the doctors and he's put me on tablets for the rest of my life." "What's wrong with that?" I said "He's only given me one." Hook, line and sinkered. But he was a darn good accordian player - I wonder what became of that?

Four men sat huddled around the legendary Table 25. Outside a storm brewed; blinding lightning seared the gun-metal grey sky and the thunder that followed rattled the dentures in the bartenders mouth. One of the men at the sacred table leant forward, his voice a mere whisper. He was tall, grey-haired, a spit for Richard Gere some said. "We have competition.” Another man, tall and broad with the air of someone who expected obedience nodded. He was known only as MR. "So I have heard, the Fox told me.” The Fox sat in the shadows, his features obscured by the dim lighting. "They call themselves Table 21.” There were curses from the others. "We will have to dispose of them.” Another man said, his voice as hard as a miner's liver. Grey-hair nodded. "Correct, Adam, that is why I have gathered you here, for I have summoned Him to do our bidding.” There were gasps. "You mean…Him?” "Yes, Him, he who cannot be named in daylight; he who is known by many names – the Destroyer, The Shadow, Widow-Maker, LBG.” "LBG?” The others frowned. "Little Baldy Git. Last night I performed a dark rite in the outside loo of my terraced accommodation. I poured the blood of a virgin into a pit boot, added the ginger hair of a cross-eyed tom cat, mixed it with a liberal dash of Sainsbury's nutmeg and doused the lot with some Tesco mint sauce. Then I incanted to the four cardinal points and called forth He-Who-Cannot-Be-Named to meet us here at noon.” As he spoke the clock above the bar chimed twelve. There was a gust of wind and the doors of the Red Lion burst open. No one entered but suddenly a figure appeared at Table 25. The four occupants gasped. "It is He.” "Why have I been summoned?” The stranger asked. Grey-hair gulped down his dandelion and burdoch. "I…we have summoned you to do our bidding we ask that you destroy the interlopers known as Table 21.” "So be it, but my price is high, I demand a coal scuttle full of Diamonds, the horn of a unicorn, a lock of Rapunzel's hair and a packet of midget gems.” "No probs.” Said the foursome. "When can you do it?” The stranger snapped his fingers and disappeared. Ten seconds later he was back, brushing soot off his lapel. "It is done.” There were more gasps. "What have you done to them?” MR asked, his voice tremulous. "I have sent them to a world of darkness, to a place where there is no hope, to a region of punishment and torture.” "A Spandau Ballet concert?” Said the Fox. "Worse.” Said the stranger. "Newbiggin?” MR asked. "Worse.” Adam paled as sudden realisation dawned. "You mean to when she ruled?” The stranger laughed and the sound sent chills throughout the pub. "Yes, I have sent them back to when Maggie became PM and darkness descended on the world. But enough of this, I must be off, Ed Milliband has summoned me, he, too, wants to become Prime Minister, A task that not even I can perform.” There was a blinding light and the stranger was gone and the four men at Table 25 were glad they had brought spare underpants.

Absolutely true, Foxy, Austin was a broon ale drinker and one helluva crossword artist. The Terrier was full of characters like him. - domino players who could tell you what you had in your hand before you even picked up your doms. It was one of the crimes of the century when they pulled that pub down.

If I am not mistaken that was Austin Leggett that passed by Barnes. He was a character who used to get in the Terrier when I first drank there. He could play the accordian and the spoons. (Not at the same time, I hasten to add) He had a dog called Muttley and it used to get on the Raisbeck bus - by itself - get off at the Blue Bell - and go into the Bell where Austin used to also sup. One night Austin took it to the Half Moon at Stakeford with the Terrier Pool Team. He forgot about the dog when they left later that night. The landlord was woke up by Muttley howling. He turfed it out and it walked all the way home. What a dog. Austin was a true character - a bricky by trade.

She was a tough nut was granny. She must have forgot her baseball bat that night. No, seriously, she told us she could get in using a bottle / jam jar as currency. If you remember you used to get a penny or thruppence off the bottle when you took the Co-op bottles back to the shop and apparently the Wallaw had some deal like that going. As I say, I don't know that much about it, just what my granny told us, but would like to no more.

My granny said she could get into the Wallaw using milk bottle - or jam jars - as entrance fee. Can anyone shed any light on this?

Symptoms - with regards to the entrance fee being an orange. My granny, and I think my mother as well, said they could get into the Wallaw at Bedlington Station using bottles or jam jars!!! I know that sounds weird but I do recall them saying that and so does my bro.

Here's another clip from the same film.

Got them all right, Malcolm, except for the last one, as you thought, it is not King Kong, It is one of my all time favourites, I've got all these on DVD. So keep guessing. By the way, Malcolm, my apologies. When you said that car number three was a ringer I thought you meant there was NO film attached to it. So I thought your quiz was finished. i would not have posted mine until yours was complete, sorry about that. It isn't Bugsy Malone is it? OR The Great Gatsby, try the latter.

Okay varmints, name these old Sci-Fi films.

You can even impress your kids or friends by giving one of the Californian Redwood trees a thump. ( you wont hurt yourself on the velvety bark ) but make sure it is a Redwood first. Ha Ha Mr Laverick took us to Chillingham and told us about punching the trees, which we all did, but we never got to walk around the place, leastways that I can remember. In those day outs we went everywhere - Ford, Etal, Norham. It was a whistlestop tour of castles. Never saw any ghosts, though.

I posted a topic - HARTFORD HALL HISTORY - last year on this mysterious lady but drew a blank with everybody. So if you know anything please let me know.

Aw, schucks, which one(s) did I get wrong, Malcolm, I bet its number 3. Bear in mind I got rid of the TV two years ago so if any of the above are modern I've got no chance.

Sweeney / Bladerunner / Dr Who? / The Prisoner / UFO

LINK THE CAR TO A TV SHOW

I know the difference between ghosties and ghoulies - ghosties are spirits of the dead that cannot rest and goolies are...hold on there's someone at the door.

( I mean, a ghost cat? You have to be kidding......) FROM MERC' We actually had a ghost cat at my old house. You could feel it on your bed, 'treading'. You would look down and there was nothing there. The funniest thing was I always had a brilliant night's sleep when it was on my bed. BUT In the same house we also had a poltergeist experience. Door handles rattling, etc. My mother and gran were absolutely petrified. I was young then but I remember everyone crying and praying. Now my granny could read tea-leaves. People used to come to our house carrying cups with tea leaves in and ask for a reading; she could also see images in the coal fire and orbs. For the record I saw nothing - except that ghost cat. But I'm a pussy magnet so that's normal.

Happy birthday GGG, have a good one.

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You see, not just a pretty face. The proof would be to take a close up of the north seaton concrete bridge ends and see if they match the photos. (Of course they could have been changed!)

Take a look at the red circled bridge concrete 'ends' on these two photos. They are of North Seaton Bridge. The 'Ends' are similar. I honestly think they are the North Seaton Black Bridge Viaduct. You have to really zoom in on the second one.

If that was taken at North Seaton - looking south - across the North Seaton Bridge, then could not the circled chimney be the Dr. Pit?

No no no! The thread is about a bridge. Merc mentions it reminds him of another film - then Malcolm says Sir Alec. Now then, let's look at the evidence - Bridge, Film, Sir Alec....are you following me on this...ends with River Kwai!! So that's how I got to Guinness...and not the black stuff with a frothy top. So you lot think I resemble a Tory PM. Where's the sharp knife, has anybody got a length of rope. Mind you, I normally get Jasper Carrott. But don't tell anybody.