I can't remember the names of any who wielded the cane etc for their daily excercise, I can clearly remember the teachers who tried to help and teach you. Might be a lesson in there somehow.
Me and my mates used go on hedgerow searches for them. Usually found a couple too Where did they come from
[QUOTE="Snaggey, People used just open their front door and let the dog out....it would come back later. /QUOTE] That's exactly what we did when I was a kid . In fact most families I knew let the dogs and kids out in the morning, and neither would be seen again until they were hungry
We had a P.E teacher who'd whack our arses with a sawn off cricket bat. If someone didn't own up to something, the lot of us got it!
That was funny looking back at it, how little people understood technology at the time. I was working at Vaux and we checked all machines way before the date and pretty sure not one of them was affected. Some were old as owt too.
Yeah I remember getting a very generous Millennium bonus if I promised to stay with the company over that tricky period - a few years later they were outsourcing all of their software development. At least I will be retired for the next one... The year 2038 problem (also known as Y2038, Y2K38, or the Epochalypse) is a time formatting bug in computer systems with representing times after 03:14:07 UTC on 19th January 2038.
Remember The Yellow Bird shop, The Rink Saturday mornings for 14 year olds and walking round and round the dance floor, the Locarno as well. Used to walk from Pennywell to Seaburn, play all day and walk back. Remember these (in the picture) between the funfair and the ‘hot water’ place at the side of the shops. Palmers Arcade. Sticklebacks in Mowbray Park pond. Thr Red Radio Shop. Savilles, the music instrument shop. The Pennywell crescent of shops with Woolies, Dewhirsts and Forbouys.
Diving in on a conversation here but lived in Partick Sq but knocked about at Pickering square. Tremendous times. Twinned with Beirut but loved it.
Oh l remember often walking back from Seaburn to Pennywell (after spending the bus money at the fair). Then we graduated to to cadging our bus fair on the way back ‘missus can you help l’ve lost me bus fare’ - Then straight in the sweet shop and then started cadging again - often got our bussy money 3 times over Can’t forget the bus either - corporation bus No. 18 Seaburn Camp to Grindon Lane, down behind the Grindon Mill (me dads local). Aye those were the days.
