Symptoms

I say to the FA ... do Terry over good and proper. So what if he slipped through the net at court ... just shows what a top level shyster will do for you! Remember this is the snot who parks in disabled bays and then tells folks in wheelchairs to F**k Off .... a vile creature who deserves to be hounded and hounded and hounded. You know I'm right. As for Thrasher Mitchell - I think the Peelers should arrest him even after a few days. Cameron, and the rest of the ruling elite scum will always stick together in treading on the workers ... basta*ds! What Cameron has actually done is call two Peelers liars ... why haven't they been sacked if the PM thinks that?

You're supposed to be tough Northerners here not weak-kneed, yellow-bellied Southerners weaned on Cockney knats. Get a grip, off with your tops, wobble the Toon tatted fat, air your carcasses in the chilly North winds and think positively of the next skinful. You know wise old owl Symptoms is right!

That first photo shows that they could have shot a Hovis ad there ... how quaint it looks. Just think what the town would look like now if they'd done all the buildings up and washed the stonework instead of demolition ... Lavenham eat your heart out!

Keith, I share those sentiments as well about the space missions ... both Ruskie and Yankee. It was a time of REAL heroes ... not like now with those crummy fake heroes who bask in reality TV glory.

More on ale from 2011 .... http://www.bedlington.co.uk/community/topic/2808-what-do-you-miss/page__st__120 "I had my very first pint in the Railway (under-age drinking!) - Vaux Gold Tankard, this was in the lounge bar. I clearly remember what a horrible taste it had (soap) and wondered what all the fuss was about ... this drinking lark. Anyway, it had to be toughed-out in front of my mates and a life-long taste for beer was developed; Exhibition when in a 'Blue Star' pub but I always relished a drop of Fed when in the Market Place Club ... again, all under-age drinking. Left when I was 18 be be a student in London and the first night down there went into the student union bar and was presented with taps of Cockney bilge (Watney's and the like) until I spotted on the shelf behind the bar rows of Newcastle Brown and Newcastle Amber .... bliss!" I know, repeating myself.

Railway Tavern - Vaux Back in 2007 I wrote: "I remember having my first (under-age) pint in the Railway back in the late 60's - Vaux Gold Tankard - a vile mackem brew! At the time I couldn't understand why blokes liked to consume beer until I was introduced to the Blue Star stuff - Ex & Broon. Of course there was always Fed at the Market Place Club. Ah, happy days." from a previous thread:: http://www.bedlington.co.uk/community/topic/678-your-favorite-boozer/

here it is: Link Removed as threads merged Oh, naughty bedies ... I've just noticed who posted that original one.

bedies - we did this one a few weeks ago complete with dates, etc. Maybe have a root around with the search function.

Keith L wrote: "I remember Wards Photography shop but am I right in saying he had the contract for the local school photographs? Because I bet he would have a stockpile of old bedlington photos." Nah! I reckon foxy has the collection and is drip feeding them to us here. On a serious note ... often old photos/negatives belonging to former photo businesses were kept by descendants, boxes-up for storage and forgotten about. There's been plenty of news stories about old photo archives being found decades later. Anyway, is there any information about Ward descendants? If they exist it might be worth asking if they have anything - what a find it would be and just imagine how enriched this website could be if we had them.

Micky wrote: "So now whats the next new stranger????" I say it must be Monsta! He must return here.

Ah, Waitrose! When I lived in London there was a Waitrose nearby and what a pleasant experience it was to shop there. Wide aisles, fully-stocked racks of fresh fruit & veg, and excellent selection of speciality olive oils, oh, and the staff were well presented and friendly. But, but, but, best of all ... there were no morbidly obese shell-suit wearing folk towing their unruly/noisy brats along with trolleys full of crisps, cakes, pies and sliced bread; you most certainly knew you weren't in Tesco.

Ah ... my specialist subject. Just popped in here for a few moments so not enough time at present to work on something meaningful; I'll spend the rest of the day (maybe the whole weekend) working myself up about that whole gang of spongers and will report back ... I promise!

Let's get back to the flim-flam artists ....

Oh, and pies could be placed just out of reach of the fastened fatties.

Another brainwave from wise old owl Symptoms. Let's also shackle the parents of those nasty brats. Just imagine the scene in the Market Place - a long line of paired-up stocks complete with matched parent/brat combos, the morbidly obese seniors in their vile shell suits hooked-up to their hoodied callow spawn all clamped together. Joe Public could be given (or even better - sold) a license to abuse the tethered creatures for the whole weekend; perhaps we could even offer concessionary tickets so whole families could turn-up for the fun. Parents attending with their kids could utter dire warnings to them ... "Look at what'll happen to us if you don't behave!" You all know it makes sense!

Who's with me in demanding that Paula Ratcliffe hands the money back? I just knew that skinny waste of time and money would pull-up lame before/during the marathon and complain it was an old injury (watch-out for her Xmas book How London Went Wrong for Me But All That Lottery Funding Helped). Another one is that invisible hop, skip and jump guy. Elite athletes my a.r.s.e. Tons of lottery funding trousered; what a scam!

Stop it now! I keep opening these posts only to see Monsta appear; my pulse rushes to find my old sparring-partner is back, then CRASH, it's an old post. He's here no longer; grief, sob, sniffle. I say Monsta return!!!!

So ... many are coming around to wise old owl Symptoms cure ... the chain-gang concept.

Bret, that area you've shown in red I'm sure is where the pitheap was. I must take a bit of time and do some checking myself.

Beck - try Google Maps (Church lane, Bedlington) and take a walk around the church and its environs.

Wasn't there a bookie called Hunter who had a betting shop on Front Street somewhere; I have a vague memory that my Dad was a friend of his. Maybe in the mid-90s I travelled up from London to see a Toon match at the new Derby County ground ... a London pal of mine had blagged some private box tickets and when we arrived there were some guys sharing the box with us, one of whom I discovered was a Bedlington lad - John Hunter; I didn't know John when I was a lad. I'm sure he said he was living in Church Close.

Well, maybe Keith ... "Sorry Symptoms, Maggie was never Miss Haversham." Perhaps it was just wishful thinking on my part - you know, when she ends her days going up in flames. I have my file already saved ready to squirt into the blogosphere; its title is REJOICE, REJOICE, REJOICE.* *for our younger viewers somebody will be along shortly to explain. Oh, and also expect a slither of Thatcher apologists to emerge from those dark fissures to sing her praises ... yuk!

Yeh, but we've got 200 years worth of coal under OUR feet. I say tosh to the rest of the World, let's keep Blightly warm and lit. Anyway, non of it really matters 'cos in 200 years we'll all be slaves of those from another place beyond ... a situation caused completely by this website. They had no reason to swing by our corner of the Cosmos until they received that free haircut offer*. *for our younger viewers and those new visitors here just wait ... somebody will be along to explain.

Bret - I've just looked at that map and reckon the pit heap was between East Cramlington and the A192 (opposite The Keel Row) and just before entering Seaton Delaval. I have a clear memory of a single, long terrace row of houses along the east edge of the A192, again near that Keel Row pub. There seems to be a large area of 'cleared' ground about where I'm sure the heap was.

Gordon was borrowed from Madame Tussauds for the day; Blair took time out from directing for the CIA the continuing death and distruction in the Middle East; Cameron was thinking of switching into Bullingdon Mode so he could kick that old biddy, Betty Saxe-Coburg and Gotha's legs away from under her; Major was thinking 'do I look a d.i.c.k. with these knock-knees?'. Oh, and that evil witch, the baby destroyer Thatcher was locked in her mansion dreaming of a better time when she featured in Great Expectations as Miss Havisham.