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Post by harryburrows on Nov 21, 2017 19:06:56 GMT
Rodney bewes ........ RIP ....
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 19:47:37 GMT
Round Metal Bins on wheels that the dustmen used to take.
Milk with the tops pecked open because of the birds.
Corona bottles that you could take back for cash.
I'm only 26
TEST
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Post by bigjohnritchie on Nov 21, 2017 20:20:14 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 20:24:26 GMT
The triangular cartons of milk (usually warm or tasting slightly off) that you used to get in Infants/Junior School way back in the 60's/70's.
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Post by woodstein on Nov 21, 2017 22:21:56 GMT
Round Metal Bins on wheels that the dustmen used to take. Milk with the tops pecked open because of the birds. Corona bottles that you could take back for cash. I'm only 26 TEST They never had wheels round here (Yorkshire). Bin men just heaved them onto their shoulder and they were often full of heavy ashes from fireplaces. Doddle of a job nowadays. Remember Tit trouble with bottle tops but not that many get milk delivered now and often in cartons.
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Post by Staffsoatcake on Nov 21, 2017 23:28:18 GMT
Spangles?
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Post by Staying up for Grandadstokey on Nov 21, 2017 23:36:53 GMT
I used to love the Old English ones. Acid drops?
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Post by samba :) on Nov 21, 2017 23:45:33 GMT
North korea trying to blow us up
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Post by Staffsoatcake on Nov 21, 2017 23:46:06 GMT
Dib Dabs. Sweet Tobbacco.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2017 0:05:36 GMT
Whatever happened to Leon Trotsky? He got an ice pick That made his ears burn
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Post by Cast no shadow on Nov 22, 2017 2:36:25 GMT
Corey Haim?
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Post by felonious on Nov 22, 2017 20:53:21 GMT
Pillow fights, jeans so tight, Friday nights, lovers lane, passion games, Sunday walks in the pouring rain? Morning smiles, wicked wiles, permissive styles, twinkling eyes, hard fast drives, compliments on unnatural size?
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Post by bigjohnritchie on Nov 22, 2017 21:01:24 GMT
Pillow fights, jeans so tight, Friday nights, lovers lane, passion games, Sunday walks in the pouring rain? Morning smiles, wicked wiles, permissive styles, twinkling eyes, hard fast drives, compliments on unnatural size? Reminds me of
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2017 21:03:14 GMT
Pillow fights, jeans so tight, Friday nights, lovers lane, passion games, Sunday walks in the pouring rain? Morning smiles, wicked wiles, permissive styles, twinkling eyes, hard fast drives, compliments on unnatural size? Marillion by any chance ??
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Post by auntiegeorge on Nov 26, 2017 6:31:26 GMT
The Antiques Roadshow?
Season 40 started end of September and ran until 3rd week in October then just stopped after only 4 programmes. We've had no antique false teeth, art deco toilets or vintage flatscreen TVs for 5 weeks.
Sundays just aren't Sundays without the Antiques Roadshow.
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Post by felonious on Nov 26, 2017 10:01:30 GMT
Pillow fights, jeans so tight, Friday nights, lovers lane, passion games, Sunday walks in the pouring rain? Morning smiles, wicked wiles, permissive styles, twinkling eyes, hard fast drives, compliments on unnatural size? Reminds me of I'm a huge fan of Roxy Music and Bryan Ferry but I must admit I didn't enjoy his crooner phase. Smoke gets in my eyes is one of the dullest songs ever written and further destroyed by that advert
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Post by bigjohnritchie on Nov 26, 2017 10:26:26 GMT
I'm a huge fan of Roxy Music and Bryan Ferry but I must admit I didn't enjoy his crooner phase. Smoke gets in my eyes is one of the dullest songs ever written and further destroyed by that advert Funnily enough, I was a big Roxy/ Bryan Ferry fan ( and Motown) in the 70s having seen them 4 or 5 times. Elvis was always there though. I like Brayn's first two solo LPs (?) but I do know what you mean about his later stuff when he became over melancholic.
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Post by felonious on Nov 29, 2017 23:14:28 GMT
Stokealona
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Post by raythesailor on Dec 2, 2017 11:48:04 GMT
The Boothen Roar
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Post by raythesailor on Dec 2, 2017 11:48:28 GMT
The Boothen Roar
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Post by chuffedstokie on Dec 2, 2017 12:59:09 GMT
Dennis Herod. My dad wants to know.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2017 13:17:32 GMT
Dennis Herod. My dad wants to know. Here you go Chuffed !! Playing career[edit] Herod was born in Basford and joined Stoke City in 1940 from local non-league side Trent Vale United after impressing the watching Bob McGrory in the final of the Sentinel Shield. He made his debut during the 1940–41 with his first three matches ending in 5–1, 6–2 and 5–3 defeats, but despite this inauspicious start Herod was offered a professional contract. His war league appearances were restricted once he was called up to the 44th Royal Tank Regiment. Whilst training in Hampshire he guested for Aldershot along with Tommy Lawton, Joe Mercer and Stan Cullis. From 1943 Herod saw action in North Africa and Italy and narrowly escaped with his life when his tank received a direct hit in Normandy in August 1944, receiving only a fractured jaw.[2] He returned to Stoke in 1945 and was an ever-present in the final war league season of 1945–46 and played in Burnden Park disaster. Stoke supporters enjoying the clubs title challenge in 1946–47 soon dubbed their 'keeper as Dennis 'Herod the king' although Herod was more circumspect about his value in the side. " I was probably the weakest link in the team.[2] I had not the physique to be a really top class goalkeeper like Frank Swift or Ted Ditchburn. I did however have fast reflexes and I could move quicker than most".[2] He played in the title decider against Sheffield United on the final day of the season, Stoke lost 2–1.[2] Heord admits to smoking heavily and gambling, vices which led him to be good friends with Neil Franklin where he was a groomsman at his wedding and received an offer to accompany him to Colombia.[2] Herod declined not wanting to move away from the Potteries where his wife ran a successful grocery business. In the summer of 1950 McGrory signed Don Clegg from Bury to replace Herod. Stoke lost their first two games of the 1950–51 season and Clegg was unceremoniously dropped. Herord saw off numerous more challengers, including Arthur Jepson, Emmanuel Foster and Frank Elliott in his 14 years at the Victoria Ground, although his shortcomings meant that McGrory was constantly seeking a replacement.[2] Herod made history on 16 February 1952, in an away match at Aston Villa.[2] He broke his arm in a brave challenge and spent the rest of the match at right wing with Stoke defending a 2–1 lead.[2] Not considered a threat by Villa's defence Herod was left unmarked and found himself one on one with 'keeper Con Martin and calmly slotted the ball past him.[3] However the following season new manager Frank Taylor signalled his arrival with the signing of Birmingham City's Bill Robertson.[2] In December Robertson broke his leg and Herod was recalled although he himself broke his leg against West Bromwich Albion a month later.[2] After Stoke were relegated he joined Stockport County for £750 in July 1953, playing 37 times for the Edgeley Park side before retiring aged 32.[2] Post retirement[edit] He later became a popular greengrocer with his wife on the markets around Manchester and Stoke-on-Trent and stood as a local councillor for the Conservative Party and assisted Newcastle Town for a short period.[2] Herod died on 16 December 2009 aged 87. He was the last member of the Stoke City squad which came close to winning the First Division title in 1947.[4]
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2017 13:49:07 GMT
Long hot British summers
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Post by chuffedstokie on Dec 2, 2017 18:10:41 GMT
Dennis Herod. My dad wants to know. Here you go Chuffed !! Playing career[edit] Herod was born in Basford and joined Stoke City in 1940 from local non-league side Trent Vale United after impressing the watching Bob McGrory in the final of the Sentinel Shield. He made his debut during the 1940–41 with his first three matches ending in 5–1, 6–2 and 5–3 defeats, but despite this inauspicious start Herod was offered a professional contract. His war league appearances were restricted once he was called up to the 44th Royal Tank Regiment. Whilst training in Hampshire he guested for Aldershot along with Tommy Lawton, Joe Mercer and Stan Cullis. From 1943 Herod saw action in North Africa and Italy and narrowly escaped with his life when his tank received a direct hit in Normandy in August 1944, receiving only a fractured jaw.[2] He returned to Stoke in 1945 and was an ever-present in the final war league season of 1945–46 and played in Burnden Park disaster. Stoke supporters enjoying the clubs title challenge in 1946–47 soon dubbed their 'keeper as Dennis 'Herod the king' although Herod was more circumspect about his value in the side. " I was probably the weakest link in the team.[2] I had not the physique to be a really top class goalkeeper like Frank Swift or Ted Ditchburn. I did however have fast reflexes and I could move quicker than most".[2] He played in the title decider against Sheffield United on the final day of the season, Stoke lost 2–1.[2] Heord admits to smoking heavily and gambling, vices which led him to be good friends with Neil Franklin where he was a groomsman at his wedding and received an offer to accompany him to Colombia.[2] Herod declined not wanting to move away from the Potteries where his wife ran a successful grocery business. In the summer of 1950 McGrory signed Don Clegg from Bury to replace Herod. Stoke lost their first two games of the 1950–51 season and Clegg was unceremoniously dropped. Herord saw off numerous more challengers, including Arthur Jepson, Emmanuel Foster and Frank Elliott in his 14 years at the Victoria Ground, although his shortcomings meant that McGrory was constantly seeking a replacement.[2] Herod made history on 16 February 1952, in an away match at Aston Villa.[2] He broke his arm in a brave challenge and spent the rest of the match at right wing with Stoke defending a 2–1 lead.[2] Not considered a threat by Villa's defence Herod was left unmarked and found himself one on one with 'keeper Con Martin and calmly slotted the ball past him.[3] However the following season new manager Frank Taylor signalled his arrival with the signing of Birmingham City's Bill Robertson.[2] In December Robertson broke his leg and Herod was recalled although he himself broke his leg against West Bromwich Albion a month later.[2] After Stoke were relegated he joined Stockport County for £750 in July 1953, playing 37 times for the Edgeley Park side before retiring aged 32.[2] Post retirement[edit] He later became a popular greengrocer with his wife on the markets around Manchester and Stoke-on-Trent and stood as a local councillor for the Conservative Party and assisted Newcastle Town for a short period.[2] Herod died on 16 December 2009 aged 87. He was the last member of the Stoke City squad which came close to winning the First Division title in 1947.[4] Just got home from the 365 and read this to him. Made his day, thanks very much. Beating Swansea helped as well. 👍
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Post by felonious on Dec 2, 2017 18:10:56 GMT
Hoofball
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Post by felonious on Dec 2, 2017 19:15:19 GMT
Longthrow.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2017 19:38:26 GMT
Orbital
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Post by felonious on Dec 2, 2017 19:57:14 GMT
They were halcyon days. I just assumed they'd go on and on.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2017 20:02:31 GMT
They were halcyon days. I just assumed they'd go on and on. No, it just felt that way
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Post by felonious on Dec 2, 2017 20:31:46 GMT
They were halcyon days. I just assumed they'd go on and on. No, it just felt that way One of his tunes. I have to admit it's pretty awesome.
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