Alan Edgar (Eggy1948)

Wilf's new position outside The Terrier gave him a good view of the area. Coming down Stead Lane, from Algood Terrace, he could see a donkey, stuttering it's way down, but no Mary on his back! "Haven't you forgotten somebody?" asked Wilf. "Ne ne ne nnot sure" said donkey, "ne ne ne nobody t te te te told me te te te b b bring anybody". "Your so thick" said Wilf. "eeyore eeyore eealways calls me that", thought donkey.

Can you remember the one bloke with the old bike, a couple of sacks and a red face? He spent every day (that I can remember when going to Barrington school in the 1950s) filling his sacks from the tip - I assume it was all scrap metal he was collecting.

Wilf is a Goody Eileen. It's just there are some worldly Symptoms that tend to discolor his outlook on life! I think that unforgetable bearded face plays tricks on the dreams, and nightmares of some, causing them to substitute this small defenseless gnome into the body of disturbed villains throughout the ages. Feel free to join the many that try and distract his aim in life. PS - I'm stuck. My Adobe Photoshop 5.5 has started to totally screw up my old Vista system, using all my 2GB Physical Memory and if anything is loaded in there before it is started it refuses to load! Wilf may never get his xmas story published or return to he beloved golf. I will now have to discuss the meaning of life with the wife, again, rather than indulge in my pretend life whilst I save up for a new Desktop and software. In the meantime GOD knows what Wilf will get up to next.

It was a good game Brian. Pitty the cricket wasn't as close!

The Symptons, that brought upon by the wrath of GOD, are too late. Wilf has turned and, regardless of the words of Kenny Rogers, Wilf (Ruby) will bring his love to town.

I'm afraid, Ruby is an impostor. Our Wilf has been turned by a much higher authority:- Long ago, last month, in the year 2013 BC, when Banks ruled Northumberlandia God sent the Santa Wilf to the northern town of Bedlington to find an Inn for some special guest to stay in. Wilf could not find an Inn in Bedlington, even The Sun was out, no longer an Inn and had even stopped trading. (That will teach the proprietor from dropping the Inn word, leaving NO Inns in Bedlington!). Even the old Smithy Stable behind The Black Bull, was occupied by bats. The only shelter that they could find was a derelict home for Terriers. So Wilf set up a sign and began preparing the home for the coming.

R. Watson's newsagent at the Top End still selling them. Bought July 2013 issue. Sent the misses into the shop and she says it was the last copy on the shelf.

Had a look on Google Satellite view and took a screen dump. Couldn't get it to map perfectly onto your photo but did mange to get the, what I think, are the same houses in Hollymount Square. You can see the block of four house followed by the two semis. No idea when Hollymount Square was built but sure someone will know.

There will be knee sitting in this one. This is xmas tree time so let's gan knee firther with the sheep.Wilf is desperate, for employment, during this season but will not be seeking the assistance of others smaller than hims_elf. If he can't find employment it could be a miserable xmas and the poverty could dwarf the event. He has been as far as Gateshead with his guitar etc. and played some amazing stuff but was moved on by the police saying there is no place for a Metornome. ( I know, don't lets get INTU that!).

Hate playing on winter greens. Found a part-time job for the next few weeks:- Wonder what shop(s) I can be found in?

First time I have come across a map with Puddlers Road on. Found it in 'Bedlington Extensive Urban Survey – Page 48 http://www.northumbe...x?page=5907#EUS :- Top right section on the edge.

First time I have come across a map with Puddlers Road on. Found it in 'Bedlington Extensive Urban Survey – Page 48 http://www.northumbe...x?page=5907#EUS :-

No. Why with today's communication systems does anyone want to go back and forth, on any transport system? For Against It will employ a lot of people over a long time. So will upgrading the existing networks rather than allowing the networks to deteriorate. It will not disrupt the existing networks. No skilled people left to upgrade the existing networks. It's quicker than flying. Don't fly or commute at all, Skype. Against Less washing. When I worked in London I had to stop wearing white socks, within half a day my socks had grimy streaks across them. My shirt collars were filthy after a day, in the office. Once I stopped working down there I threw out all my black socks and now it's white every day.

Steve Hopefully I will input this info correctly but no doubt any mistakes will be picked up and corrected. Hope this helps. If you input 'Clayton Street Bedlington' into Google maps the first picture you get is a good one to try and fit in the comments/links you will get back from the members. You will see , approximately W to E = Station Road – the Bedlington Station Railway crossing – Clayton St. N to S = Stakeford Road – Ravensworth St. – Palace Road From the Puddler's Row topic they say Phoenix Row was where St. Johns Road is, and it met with Palace Road. The entrance to the 'A' Pit at Bedlington Station was situated between what is now Blagdon Court and Chatsworth Drive. This estate is now called Bower Grange but used to have a row of colliery houses on the south side of the pit– South Row - down from the pit entrance to the railway crossing. The records show that this pit shaft was sunk in 1838 so would have been working when your relatives move to Clayton Street. I have never attempted to obtain information on anyone employed at a pit but assume a starting point would be the Coal Authority – 01623 637429. I have used this number when researching when the pit was built; depth of shaft and when the new Bower Grange estate was built on the site. If you haven't found any pictures then the following are ones that have been posted in other forums etc. Entrance off Station Road to 'A' pit. Bedlington Station level crossing 1963:- Station Road – South Row on the left:- [aClayton Corner- The pub, The Clayton Arms, was at the west end of Clayton Street. Turn right where the blokes with the dogs are and you are on Clayton Street:-ttachment=3340:Station Road.jpg]

Just looked out the window - Trick or Treat!

Can't substantiate this but we were told it was owned by the younger brother, the unknown footballer - Tommy Charlton.

Keith - whilst searching for something else I came across a photo of The Bedlington Terrier pub on:- http://www.yourlocal...ngton/pictures/ It's probably my memory playing games with me but for some reason I thought I had read in one of the topics (that I can't find, now) that you had not managed to get a photo of The Bedlington terrier pub before it was demolished.

Not a funny but thought it was excellent. Seen a number of Youtube clips on the 'Paper Cup Song- Your gonna miss me when I'm gone' but this Gaelic version is brilliant. Amhrán na gCupán - When I'm gone as Gaeilge

Brain Storming, alone, so yes there will be some crap but you never know there might be something comes out of it.Hate the word 'Celebrity'. A celeb is just someone fortunate to get a good job that other people think is cool and misguided teenagers (plus some young at heart oldies) clamber to see. But why would anyone, other than immediate family, turn out to see a local person that is not labelled a celebrity? Many individuals, from any group eg. Women's Institute; Town Hall; Terrier's football team; Historian etc. etc. deserve the recognition but other than members of their group who would turn out to see them switch on xmas lights. Some would turn out just to see the lights, but only if the lights were brilliant/dazzling etc. etc. A relative of a founder of a Bedlington event/group/building/industry. Only the local historians would turn out. The Bedlington mascot – the dog. Only the dog owner would turn out. What's the biggest body of people in Bedlington? The Schools. What if the Head Teacher from every school in Bedlington nominated a worthy pupil to switch on the lights. So there was one from every school. Would teachers, pupils, family & friends turn out to see a pupil from their school join with pupils from the other schools to collectively switch on the lights. Each pupil holding the spoke of a large pit winding wheel and lowering the hub of the wheel onto the light switch ( I did say I was brain storming). Would that also be a worthy news story – Bedlington Unite School Heroes (BUSH teleghraph) Is it too late to organize anything different for this year? Brain storm subsides. Time for a cup of tea.

Wake up maggie I think I got something to say to you Its late september and I really should be back at WORK I know I keep you amused but I feel Im being used Oh maggie I couldnt have tried any more You lured me away from WORK just to save you from being alone You stole my JOB and that's what really hurt The morning sun when it's in your face really shows your age But that DIDN'T worry me none THE POLICE KEPT MOVING ME ON I THREW UP at all of your jokes, my HATE you didn't need to coax Oh, maggie I couldnt have tried any more You lured me away from WORK, just to save you from being alone You stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand But you turned into a MOTHER Fxxxxx and Mother what a Fxxxxx , you wore me out All you did was wreck my bed And in the morning kick me in the head Oh maggie I couldnt have tried anymore You lured me away from WORK cause you didn't want to be alone You stole my SOUL, I couldn't BEAR you if I tried I suppose I could collect my DOLE and get on back to school Or steal my daddys cue and make a living out of playing pool Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helpin hand Oh maggie I wish I'd never seen your face You made a first-class fool out of me But Im as blind as a fool can be You stole my SOUL AND I HATED you anyway Maggie I wish I'd never seen your face Ill get on back home one of these days

Yep, but even a Russian winter looked pleasant compared with the doom and gloom in the UK when the unhitched witch was in power.

'A' pit pond, not deep as we often found out with failed attempts of securing pit props together to make rafts. The pit pond was the first place we learned the craft of fishing, for sticklebacks, with strands of grass and a worm. Discovered by watching the girls making daisy chains! Feed the worm through a split in the the grass. Dangle in pond and when stickleback grabbed the worm yank the grass, and fish, out of the water.

Whilst she was around I was in love with the rest of the world.

I got caught taking a pee in the local swimming pool today. The lifeguard shouted at me so loud, I nearly fell in. *********** I went to the pub last night and saw a fat chick dancing on a table. I said, "Great legs." The girl giggled and said with a smile, "Do you really think so." I said "Definitely! Most tables would have collapsed by now. " ***********

Rafie - my mate Ralph Lowe says his brother is on this photo and he will be seeing him in 3-4 weeks time so should be able to put some names to picture. He also thinks he has seen this one in A Cree Full of Coal, with names.