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Not just Tony and Sid ... lots of those foul toffs got in (still getting in) on the wheeze. Nominally sign over the ancestral pile, get the NT to do-it-up, get the NT to fund the never ending maintenance but RETAIN the right to continue to live in and enjoy the palatial splendor.

Not content with shipping production from the Toon to 'doon sooth' in Tadcaster the Flems are making the Yankees splutter: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-tyne-31196933

Tony wrote: "... symptoms could get a job as Bedders food nutritionist showing people how to eat well for less." Ah, the power to reduce waistlines. Just imagine the scene ... all those skinny former fatties rattling around inside their voluminous pink polyester shell suits whilst skipping down the fruit & veg aisle in Lidl. Power, give me more power!!!

And here's five more minutes especially for GGG: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/31162410

A bit like the Nadine Clinton character (played by Dulcie Grey) in the 1952 film of the Battle of Britain, Angels One Five. She lived in a cottage at the end of the runway and had a lamp lit every night to guide members of The Few back to base.

Ah, so Sismerc is your spy* agent looking over the barbed wire whilst tapping-out a message to you in Morse. * I crossed this out so that those who listen won't be alerted to Sismerc's clandestine activities.

Call the Daily Mail ... they love stories about corruption in local government - especially if the labour Party is involved. As the General Election is due they're more likely to be interested in running a 'stiffing the Left' story. Maggs, a tip - block your mobile 'number display' or use a public phone box when contacting the press.

So it was all of Merlin's progeny saw off Fritz during that last big bunfight? I see Merc's local boys went up last week to chase Ivan away from the Channel.

Many of us share the view Stephen so eloquently expoused in that interview. Three cheers for the Irish broadcaster RTE for transmitting the interview ... let's not forget how much influence the God botherers exert in Ireland. I like Fry and enjoy all his works, he's ALWAYS value for money. As the the original question, ' Is there a God?' He used to be a member of this Forum until and even bigger Big G wasted him via the redmodkillbutton. Aye, the Devil's work!

The Waitrose shopping experience IS a 'life style choice' by those demanding some sort of exclusivity whilst pushing their trolleys so they're usually (always) located in fairly affluent areas. I'm not sure Bedders would be described as affluent by the Waitrose bosses so it wouldn't be considered as a location (ditto Ashington), however, Morpeth would seem to fit the bill perfectly. Yep, I'm sure there are grotty bits in Morpeth but is suspect the perception is of it being a 'nice' middle-class sort of a place. When I lived in London I had a choice of a couple of Waitrose stores nearby ... joy, oh joy when doing the shopping. Wide aisles, polished fruit & veg, beautifully neat and tidy, delightful atmosphere, excellent choice of 'unusual' scoff, excellent choice in the booze section, lovely staff ... oh, and no rampaging screaming brats, no fat folks in their polyester shell suits stacking their barrows with white bread, crisps and biscuits.

Fracking perhaps?

But will it fit in the front pocket of my jeans?

Pilgrim ... you're right about Willy's huge white woof. Joicey (I can't remember his full name) was a friend of my Dad ... they used to go shooting together on local farms and on the range over Ponteland way. I remember his house had a blue, peaked canopy over the front door.

Kia-Ora Orange Squash ... yuk! I have a clear memory of it tasting like paraffin. Vile stuff.

Look the modern day snappers are exactly the same as those old guys who painted lasses with their kit off and are just the same as those old guys who painted the magic lantern slides showing lasses hoiking their bustles down; they are just the same as those old guys who created the early flicker books showing lasses peeling off their silk stockings and they are the same as those old guys creating their daguerreotypes of lasses whipping off their cami knickers; they are the same as those old guys who .... Yep, you get the idea! Why? To feed the base need for all those 'dirty old men in their grubby macks'. These are the same 'dirty old men' who paw over page 3 and attempt to access the throbnet via their sticky keyboards. Oh, and it's very noticeable how very, very young many of these glamour models are, still in or barely out of adolescence - "call the Jimmy Savile Squad".

It certainly could be Willy Hall. In the early 60s I was in Willy's First Bedlington Scouts based on Ridge Terrace (opposite the West End Primary School) ... in the past I've posted elsewhere on the Forum about this. If this photo is from the mid-50s (I think it is) then it would fit as it shows Willy a bit younger than I remember him in the 60s. He lived in a big house on Hartford Road opposite the entrance into South Riggs ... according to Google Street View it no longer exists ... I remember it had a big underground air raid shelter in the garden. The Scout HQ was a purpose-built building, complete with offices, shop, hall/gym (wall bars, ropes, vaulting horse, etc. plus a stage for shows) a rear yard with workshops - all sadly demolished according to Street View. Of course, the troupe also had Humford Hollow for outward bound and camping activities.

We demand that Maggs publishes the snap showing her broken wing.

Ah, good old Aneurin "Nye" Bevan ... he visited Bedders in '54 & '56 for the Miners Picnic. A so-called 'Giant' of the Labour Party; shame the present day version is infested by political minnows. Foxy ... I'm not there - wasn't living in Bedders at that time.

CD wrote: "If such a site did not have such a number, what would that mean exactly?" It means it ain't registered as freehold or leasehold ... if it had been registered it would have an ID number or letter.

Foxy, I'm glad you're posting your photos, complete with anti-theft watermarks, but have you considered reducing the percentage of 'opacity' in the text to render them a bit more 'transparent'? Whilst still protecting your images from theft doing this will allow us to enjoy them a bit more and maybe gleen a bit more info from them. Thus a thought.

What!!!!! Eric & Ern weren't 'living in sin'?

The Land Registry should provide you with a 'Block Plan' showing your crib & land plus all neighbouring stuff. Each plot will be identified with a number or letter allowing owner ID but this is only the case if the plot has been registered. A suprising amount of land isn't registered because it's remained in the same hands for decades and hasn't been 'transferred' to new owners since 1990 (I think that date is correct ... from memory). Most councils have 'online' planning portals and with a bit of imagination it's possible to navigate these and 'deduce' ownership of parcels of land and neighbouring holdings, eg. has a named neighbour objected to an application, and so on. Another trick is to see if there's any leasehold land in the area via the Land Registry and ask the Leaseholder (or more probably their agent) if they own the plot you're interested in; many 'historic' Leaseholders transferred bits of their holdings, say for housing developments, but retained odd bits.

I said his Dad was a stockbroker. I like what he said about Fritz.

Welcome back ... but who were you in your previous incarnation?

Both of them are privately educated 'public school boys' but only the fat one went to Oxford Uni whilst the skinny one went into a job in the City that his stockbroker dad organised for him. So, not much to choose between them. I suppose the fat one has a book deal or a comedy tour to promote which might explain why he's chucked his hat into the ring.