Keith Scantlebury

You'll get arrested for moontin the cuddy now

both...... and dropping slabs off for me cos I never refuse them.

Alan Keech. Is he still with us ? not heard of him for years . Also Jai (Gordon Bowron) last I saw of him must have been in 1976 when I was at Kirkley Hall. He appeared one day on a short horticultural course, he was a council gardener.

Grace Darling, now she's truly a Northumbrian heroine.

There was no Glastonbury festival last year because of the Olympics. It was decided not hold it because of security difficulties.

I was down there for the opening then afterwards at EBCC. Was pretty interesting. It was glorious down there, really must go more often.

See him every day in Burnside

Must've missed the one about the train.

I'm keeping it zipped Would you like grapes or would you prefer I bring you some other (soft) fruit when I visit you in hospital Mr. L ? .

By Jove Symptoms, old bean, you can count Aye she's 101, still carrying sacks of coal to fuel my still in the potting shed, still running to the offy for my crate of 'dog' every night, still warming my wellies in front of the fire. I've recently bought her an ultra silent lawn mower to use, just push and it cuts, as her teeth aren't what they used to be and the lawn was starting to look a bit ragged. I really am too good to her....... I was born in December '55 and it seemed daft that my mother had to go to Rothbury to have me when there was a maternity home almost literally over the road, quarter of a mile away !!

At least they had the decency to keep off the A697, could you imagine the disruption to traffic with all that fighting and bludgeoning going on. Some of them were walking home across the fields to Yetholm after a darts match in the Red Lion at Millfield when they got jumped on by some Jocks who had been slung off the bus on their way from Coldstream to Wooler.

...... and the actions of that young lady with a message really increased those risks several fold.

I had unlimited access to the back door to Carricks when we lived at the Market Place....... no wonder I ended up a bloater.

Funny thing is, my parents lived at West Farm Nedderton with my granparents at the time I was born (my grandfather was the herdsman for Brian Cazaly at the time) The entrance to the farm is on the right just past Stannington Lane end and just a couple of hundred yards before the Taylor Homes. Now you would think that I would be born there, ..... nope, born in Rothbury. To top it all my dad took my mam to hospital in a sidecar during one of the worst winter storms in recent years. There you see, I was neglected from the start !!. The wife was born in the Taylor homes in 1912.

So if he retired at 70, it must have been 1941(not 1951) either that or he worked till he was 80. (that's if you have his year of birth right)

Gordon Coulthard is my cousin

Cobbler Green repaired all of my dads shoes and boots, he even did some old work boots for a friend of mine who was still wearing tackety boots for work in 1985 (ish) he actually said it was a pleasure to repair them instead of gluing things back together. He got a chance to use his equipment again. Personally, I would have chucked them in the bin !!

The last paragraph seems to sum it up. The scarf in the colours of the suffragette movement was still around her waist when she stepped out in front of the horse. Not the best place to be carrying something that you intend to pin to the bridle of a horse galloping towards you, I would have thought .

Aye, as long as you have a food safety certificate

I was surprised to learn yesterday that permission is no longer needed for change of use. A shop could become a bookies, a pub could become a house, a butchers could become a payday loan company or a hairdressers could become a takeaway and no planning permission is needed. As from 1st June this year.

I cant even get close on this one

Symptoms, it wasn't just her life she endangered. Her actions could have just as easily killed others

I cannot believe for one solitary minute that anyone could step into a group of galloping racehorses and expect to come back out and tell the tale. To even suggest that she intended only to pin colours to an animal weighing over half a ton and travelling at about 40 mph is ludicrous. This lady killed herself, its as simple as that. It is only pure luck that no-one else was killed that day and as I said earlier had she done it today she would have been charged with a criminal offence.

In '93 I was working for cattle breeding company (AI company). We were in Northern Ireland to meet with some of our customers over there and to give a talk / presentation in Belfast. Getting into N.I. a chore as they just about stripped the car out searching it, this had something to do with this big long tube that was just about the length of the car, now WE knew it was the screen for the over head projector . Coming back to Stranraer they were packing us in tight and they were directing cars right up to the bumper of the car in front. (for some reason, waiting till the occupants had left the vehicle before bringing the next car in) A good crossing and good feed (on the company). We were one of the first to be leaving the boat and we were in the car ready, the gaffer was an inpatient git anyway, as we were leaving the boat the guy in the car behind us was blowing his horn, screaming out the window a waving like mad and was right up our backside, the gaffer stopped and got out cussing, think he was going to chin this guy. They stood at the back of our car pointing and arguing and he came back all embarrassed, the car behind, a Granada was parked right up to ours a Citroen BX 19 with a tow bar. When the car started the suspension lifted, the tow bar was under the front bumper of the Granada and we were dragging it off the boat !! We could see the funny side but not the driver of the Granada .