Keith Scantlebury

My current wife worked there and she kept mentioning the fact that a crack in the wall beyond the stage (as you looked from the bar) near the fire door was getting bigger every day. No one would believe her so she put a mark against it every day. They then started to realise that they better get something done about it. The rest is history. (Best I can do Keith.......)

OOPS!! I stand corrected, I knew full well it was Jimmy Milne. I think it was because symptoms and written Eddie Milne (mistakenly I'm sure) and that name became planted in my mind, therefore I agreed unwittingly. (thats my excuse and I am sticking with it Foxy)

You're right Symptoms it was Eddie Milnes house.

You mean to say it is not Mr, Wilkinson (Harry the rabbit) the current custodian of the Percy?

Macolm,you will have to tell me your secret. How did you manage to get a rabbit to eat a pheasant casserole ?

Ahem , cough etc, they flew over my garden and just fell to the ground, your worship.!!! honest.......... always get some given through the winter Brian.

Well I made a pheasant casserole and even the kids liked it. Its amazing the things they actually do like if you dont tell them what they are eating. We told them it was wild chicken, Had they been told it was pheasant, they would have gone nowhere near it.

The Swan at Choppington Stn is a decent place Symptoms, not to far out. The food is good and from what I hear the accomodation is spot on. It is a world away from its Lord Clyde days.

What's everybody's problem here? The idea of a few energy saving windmills grinding locally produced wheat into flour really appeals to me. Why has no-one thought of this brilliant inovative piece of modern technology before........(p.s. dont wake me up to early, it is proving to be a hard, hard life....zzzzzz)

I saw something about a C.U. on the morning news last week. Apart from all the other advantages like lower APR and such like, the thing that struck me was the personal touch. If you have a problem you speak face to face with a real person, if you want a loan you speak face to face with a real person and for all other situations ,yes, you speak face to face with a real person. NOT press button 1 for this, button 2 for that and so on. This is like turning the clock back 15 - 20 years to the days when you could get to speak to someone at your bank instead of some anonymous person in Delhi, Durban or Dagenham. People were having their wages (and benefits) paid into their accounts as normal. If something like this was to start in Bedlington, I would certainly seriously consider contributing with my pittance. I have been with my bank for 30 years and started using the Blyth branch since moving back to Bedlington in 1996, I do not have a clue what the managers name is.

Nice to see that the photographer got my good side !!

Back axle off a roller skate mebe !

Someone had a Bond Bug in Bedlington for years, just like that one. It used to be always parked outside the Black Bull

want one

I think you are spot on Symptoms, Merlin has spat his dummy out once to often at those who have imprisoned him in his back lane while collecting kids from school. The parents have enlisted the help of intergalactal mercenaries who enticed him towards their (cloaked) craft with a drug laced RUSK (Malcolms pic !!) Monsta was just sticking his nose in and got dragged into it and became a more willing participant in his captors examinations and as you say, he will take a little longer to recover from his over indulgings.

Any more of these and the whole area will start to vibrate.

The Domino was a night club in Bedlington Stn, it is now apartments that arent selling very easily. Prior to being a night club it was the Wallaw cinema up till the mid - late 60's. Malcolm McDonald co-presents a 5 nightly football phone in on local radio and he lives in Seaton Sluice (between Blyth and Whitley Bay)

Dont block Merlin in Bret, he gets in a right tizzy

Just my sort of luck

They're the ones I like. That was a cracker Malcolm

Absolutely, I'll be the one with the corn cob pipe and a slack jaw, my real name is Malcolm Robinson.

Gotcha......... Larry Grayson ..... I knew you were'nt dead !!!

might just allow myself to be dragged up there one night. my little micro brewery in me shed is just about to run dry.

not allowed out, :-( anyway been on the sick so long luxuries like that are beyond me at the moment, enjoy yourself at the Toon

Aye great news John, I hope it all go's well