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Mayday, Mayday for old photos of that top bit of Front Street. I checked out the Gallery Section here but the cupboard was bare.

What about those who have leccy slot meters? How can they be issued with paper bills when their payments are by shoving a shilling* in the meter? * or whatever those thing take these days.

A couple of interesting articles from The Engineer Magazine of 1895 about the Metropolitian Line; the first one is about the rolling stock and the second about the line engineering. That second article clearly shows how the tube is all 'ups and downs' (even the new lines are), something obvious even today when taking the tube - you feel the motors pulling up gradient and coasting down gradient. The second article also outlines all the ventilation factors as hinted at by Keith. http://www.theengineer.co.uk/journals/pdf/24214.pdf http://www.theengineer.co.uk/journals/pdf/24215.pdf

Another new question about shops. Early to mid-60s at the top end of Front Street I recall a short parade of shops then the old Top Club; I don't have a clear enough memory of the first shop but think it may have been a newsagent/sweet shop, next door was a fruit and veg shop run by the mother of a friend of mine (his name was Jeremy Patton). This fruit and veg shop I think had one of those 'shared' angled entrances to the shop next door. Any old photos or info? Jeremy had an older sister and the family lived in a big house opposite next to Gordon's the Undertakers (now Grenfell's according to Google Streetview). I was sure that side of Front Street was much more banked-up than Streetview shows so it just shows how memory can't really be relied on. Does anybody have any info about Jeremy?

John - I stand corrected about the pub's name ... it was the Tankerville and not the Alma however my description above now transfers to the Tank.

Returns on beer bottles ... we used to go around the back of the Red Lion and nick the odd crate of empties then go in the front and hand them over for the 'deposit' back ... I think we used to get a tanner* for a crate. We never got caught. * 6 old pence for our younger viewers

Mal - add these to your list: Rail bosses who are in harness when there's a rail disaster Top Peelers when some innocent is gunned down or topped in the cells

Now, if memory serves me correctly both Merlin and Monster used to post continously during school term time and, as a result I always thought they were a couple of naughty schoolboys using the school IT equipment to post when they should have been attending to lessons; it always went quiet during the school hols. The Forum was much more of a 'white knuckle ride' back in those days with much inappropriate/offensive posting; this often resulted in good discussions about the pros and cons of censorship. Whilst I was always very critical of some of the extreme stuff I always defended the right of those to post it. Oh, I'm not suggesting that Merlin was responsible for the offensive stuff.

They used one of these:

Blimmey Paul ... you actually had clothes that were ironed. Your Mum had a fancy iron (with a wooden handle). I've still got a couple of my Granny's flat irons and they're all metal ... she wrapped a cloth around the tubular handles for insulation; I use them now as door stops. Two iron on the go at the same time - one in use, the other heating up on her range ready for a quick swap. Down in Cockneyland where I used to live an 'iron' meant something completely different.

Good old Merlin ... now all we need is Monsta to put in an appearance. Ah, happy days.

Wow! I've just had a look at Glebe Road on Google Maps Street View ... what have they done to dear old Bedders!!! Everything gone on the righthand side, duel carriageway - it all seems just 'empty', almost as if the tumbleweed is about to blow across. It's all a bit of a shock when you've been away for almost a lifetime. Anyway, - the Alma Inn. I was friendly with the son of the publican (I can't recall the son's name at the moment). I remember all the timberwork was painted dark blue, both inside and outside; the front bar had a lot of timber cladding and was quite a small room and very dark. I was too young to be drinking then - this was the early 60s - but have an impression that it might have been a Vaux house. My pal's dad then took over the Railway Tavern at Bedlington Station - another Vaux house (hence my hunch that the Alma was Vaux). I'm glad to see the old picture house is still there (as the Paramount Fitness Club) but I can't remember what it was called. We used to go to the Saturday morning shows ... they screened all those old pre-war serials, like Tarzan and lots of cowboy stuff. We could only get in the stalls ... the 'dress circle' was a fenced-in area at the back. Now this is where my memory could be playing tricks on me but I'm sure the entrance fee was an orange.

KeithL's reference to Ford Castle brought back my schoolboy memories of the field trips there back in the 60s. I remember us being told to be watchful of the ghost (I think we were told it was of the Jocko King James lV who'd been topped at the Battle of Flodden) who used to wander the corridors. Looking back now I'm sure it was a device used by those canny teachers to spook us into not getting up to mischief at night. We were also 'locked-up' in the oubliette (the bottlenecked dungeon) by the resident bossman - now that was spooky.

Hook, line and sinker boys and girls! These few celebs (sporties & lovies) represent only a tiny fraction of of those begging to kneel down before Betty Saxe-Coburg and Gotha or her dozzy eldest Chucky. The ONLY function of these events is to bolster the existence of the whole corrupt edifice by rewarding all those belonging to the ruling elite. Oh yes, they usually nominate some goofy Loolipop Lady to keep the vile Daily Mail happy and by extension promote the view that the whole shoddy system is there to recognise the 'everyman'. It's all a load of boll*cks. I say - applaud those who have seen through the ghastly con and refused to have anything to do with it.

Come on Keith .... " You could feel it on your bed, 'treading'. You would look down and there was nothing there. The funniest thing was I always had a brilliant night's sleep when it was on my bed." We know what was going on in your bed especially when you got a "brilliant" kip afterwards.

I've just looked at some old OS here: http://www.ponies.me....15651250330744 for both locations and plotting orientation of bridge with that chimney doesn't really help as both bridges have mulitple colleries in the the crucial direction. But checking the map contour lines would suggest a less steep river valley, therefore the Wansbeck. The old OS map shows an island or bank below the North Seaton Bridge but I didn't see on in the photos but maybe it's there ... another job for 'our eyes on the ground'. Tip: you can get rid of the faded 'overlay image' by using the slider below the map.

The tags on those photos are mid to late 1920s and clearly identify the River Blyth and the Cleveland Bridge Co. So those dates correspond to the construction period of the Bedlington Railway Bridge (The Black Bridge) which opened in 1930 - see: http://www.bridgeson...uk/bedrail.html But, but, but, the North Seaton Railway Bridge (the Black Bridge) also fits and was opened a year or two earlier - see: http://www.bridgeson...k/nstnrail.html There's nothing on the Cleveland Bridge Co website about them so I reckon a bit of time spent looking at an old OS map and trying to plot the position of that chimney may confirm matters.

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Well then, it wasn't staiths. If that's Blyth powerstation in the distance (did it ever only have one smoking stack?) then it has to be the Wansbeck. Also, my memory of the Blyth valley was that it had steeper banks - those in that second pic look quite shallow.

Keith wrote: "I can remember the Costain bridge that took the railway from the opencast across the river and Atlee bank ...." Keith, I always thought that was the Euclid's bridge - part of Costain's road system so the Euclids* could take their loads down to Bebside railyard ... I can't remember there ever being a railway line over the bridge. The bridge was a 'classic' Bailey construction. There's an earlier post on this topic to search for. That timber construction in the photo looks more like staiths to me but closer inspection at the base of the staiths shows new concrete pads being made ... I wonder what these were for? * For our younger viewers a Euclid is (was) a monster earth carrying lorry with enormous wheels (Google for pics)

Keith - I reckon it was just a little earlier than that, maybe '69. I'm sure, if memory is correct, that there were some earlier posts about this so put those bins down and save me having to do a search

No snow show - so Santa is a cruel myth!

I'm wishing for snow - I just love the stuff. It's OK for those in the Colonies where there's lots of the stuff but none for me here. Two years ago we had tons of the stuff and it was bliss; nowt last year and no chance this - poo! Seasonal Greetings to all.

Well said Keith!

Cor Blimey GGG - "saved by the rider" my ar*e; as you know I'm the model of reason and fairness here. I loved the old boy and, like you, didn't like the hatched-job some in the press did to him ... but, heh - what do we expect from the scribblers. Been reading The Staggers since I was in the Sixth Form ... it was a freebie in the school library along with Stern, Paris Match, and of course my beloved Guardian. Though never a member of the CP I shared a flat in London with a girl who was so often read her copy of Marxism Today and now also read Private Eye & The Spectator so the brain food diet I reckon is balanced. As an obviously widely-read man (woman?) yourself I'm sure you'll agree that being so lends a certainty, in our own eyes at least, to what we write or say.