keith lockey

I went to the TA last night and the sergeant shouts - "Keith, I didn't see you in camouflage class last week." "Yeah," said I, "I'm getting good, aren't I."

Okay, Foxy, maybe this will make ammends.

I bought a cheap marquee for my bash last year. That was the winter of my discount tent.

Here's my favourite, Malcolm, though I do still like Hallelujah. (The Stanger's Song is on the opening credits of the Warren Beatty film McCABE AND MRS MILLER.)

Not a leek man myself - but the thing I remember most about the leek season was broth day. We used to go from pub to pub and have a pint and a bowl of broth. Now cold beer and hot broth can have an adverse affect on your bowel system; but we still did it every year. Hope the book sells.

So now they are saying pain killers make you worse! So does that mean I can get a refund off the multi-million-pound drugs firms who have been selling these products under false pretenses?

Now Brian, when your mate says "makes a fellow feel queer..." does he mean "Yoohoo, ducky, would you mind pushing my stool in." or does he mean queer peculiar, odd, sickly? My next visit to the old barkeep depends on this translation.

#5. Jog 'n' Lick (AKA Keef's preferred option!): Word on the street (according to BBC ) is that Native Americans would run around in the morning to get sweaty after a hard night on the village. Next step? Why the only logical thing: lick all that sweat up and spit it out, so you can get rid of all the 'poison' you'd just oozed out. Just tried the above, lads. I ran naked around the block then licked the sweat off my body and spat it out. My case comes up next week. Does Tesco sell pickled sheep's eyes and tomato juice?

Apparently the American Indians used to run around until they worked up a sweat; then they used to lick the sweat off their bodies (?) then spit it out - and thus cure their hangover. Right lads and lasses - who's up for giving it a go? Post the results on this site ASAP.

Here's my favourite, Foxy, Jeff beck - awesome.

Sorry, I meant Scragg End!

Who's looking at the guitarist!!! No, seriously, I don't think it is - though the Floyd connection is there. Sam appeared on the PULSE album & tour and kilminster with Waters, etc. Funny enough I was just listening to Pulse last night - two cracking live versions of COMFORTABLY NUMB & RUN LIKE HELL. But I'll look into it and post anything if I find it.

DROOL, DROOL, DROOL.

I went to the corner shop this morning and there was poor Sonny behind the counter, suffering from the delights of Bacchus. So we got on talking about hangover cures. Someone told me that a packet of cheesy quavers and a can of coca cola works wonders - something to do with the mix! Sonny says he swears by strawberries. (He forget to get them - thus the hangover.) I was wondering if anybody else had any tried and tested cures.

The gay community in Hollywood are remaking Clint Eastwood's A FISTFUL OF DOLLARS. They are calling it A DOLLAR FOR A FULL FIST.

Brilliant photos, Vic. What amazes me is the smoke pollution in photo 2. Practically every house in Bedlington would have had a coal fire - we had two in our house - and these would have been belching out smoke 24-7. Our clothes must have been reeking after been hung on the washing line. (But I suppose everyone was the same!) PS. Me and Jim Hunter went exploring in those derelict pit buildings - we got in via the showers. We got chased by a pitman. (Did they have pit security guards them days?)

Hi Barchetta. I found some photos of Westridge School and thought I'd post them for you. Me and my bro used to hang around with a few of these - at least in the last two photos.

No, Keith, the Daily Mail was made for that purpose. They are even going to put hole in the top right - far right - corner so you can thread the string through.

That must have taken some doing! I bet it was just as hard, if not harder, doing that than a legit' performance.

Yeah, Keith, not Terrier, its okay. I'm not on that photo which was taken about 1968. I went to another school but I recognise many faces because we all ended up at the Secondary Modern - the Woody School. One person I remember from Burnside was Peter Davies. He's the same age as me 55-56 yrs old. Funny enough I just saw him today in his van. We had a 'French' teacher at the Woody School call Mister Dodds but I don't know if it's the same one. Check out the photos on the Woody School site I started in HISTORY HOLLOW. I have the names of people on there. All the best, Keith. (ps - You said your brother went to Woodbridge! Do you mean Westridge?)

Hello Barchetta, welcome to the site. I have a photo here of the Bedlington Station school, just up from Burnside. (I also have some posted on the Secondary Modern & Woody School sites.) I can name some of the kids and know some of them lived in Burnside. Hope it's of help.

No, the only newspaper any respectable person would use to wipe their nether regions has to be the Daily Mail. But talking of such, Malcolm, can you remember that horrid IZAL toilet paper they used to have at school. I remember it from the Whitley Memorial. It was like wiping your bum with grease-proof paper. UGH!

Theives broke into my house last night and stole everything but my hoover. They've left a vacuum in my life.

I like both version; Neil Young's and this.

WHAT! You mean I have to get an inside toilet and pay electric bills as well!!! I'll have to get the old mangle-printing press back out. Now is Queen Victoria still on the back of the pound notes?