Leodian wrote:You say snotty "learning about life, girls, beer and other important things". Nope, I cannot think of any "other important things" and I'm not even sure about "life"! .
I said I was learning .... I never said that I'd learnt !
Managed to suss out that attempting a 45 minute bus journey home after 8 pints of Tetleys mild , was not a good idea.
Life ? Picked up that it was better to avoid getting thumped on the carpark... but the rest is still a mystery.
Females ? Not a clue ! Still working on that one !
Yes I was 18 in 1964... Learnt a few chords on an old guitar and stood in on bass for a weekend, while the regular bass was unavailable....borrowed his gear.... at The Eagle, North Street and next weekend at The Scotthall........ What a Baptism. The group ? The Damicos !
On the last night , a singer from a group in a higher league, The Talismen, asked me to come for an audition as they were playing the Prospect next Thurs- Sun. I went down to Kitchens and bought a bass and amp... My dad had to sign the HP forms ! They reckoned there were over thousand crammed into the pub on Saturday night... And The fights were part of the entertainment ! Did 4 years with them and 3 more with other groups ,before the day job and family became more important.
snowman1 wrote:hi jcd
I used the pie and pea in town st beeston(I am a beeston lad) he also sold tripe/
cow heel/chittlings etc,used when we came out of the white hart or the punch bowl.
happy days
regards
sm1
In the early 50s on a Saturday night we used to come up from the Greyhound track (vowing "Never Again") with maybe just enough for Pie and Peas, sit in Mr. Carlisles pea and pie shop skint and sulking.
I too used to go in the Punch Bowl on a Friday night upstairs was talent night with lads (and me ) singing our heads off and then Pie and pies
Who knows we may know each other My brother was Peter Daly and I am Jack
Got me thinking about the Spotted Dog at Hunslet and the Fish man coming round with his basket. I always bought a bag of whelks to pass round .. Great 'cos nobody else would eat them !
Got me thinking about the Spotted Dog at Hunslet and the Fish man coming round with his basket. I always bought a bag of whelks to pass round .. Great 'cos nobody else would eat them !
The Fish man used to come round the pubs in East Street, Waterloo, Fish Hut etc. on a Friday night and he would sell prawns and other fishy products. poor bugger was always subjected to "Have you got Mussels?" when he said Yes the reply was "Well why don't you carry TWO baskets then ? the lad use to wearily carry on his rounds (Think that he got that in every pub)
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Leodian wrote:You say snotty "learning about life, girls, beer and other important things". Nope, I cannot think of any "other important things" and I'm not even sure about "life"! .
Thanks cnosni,
Superb pics . We spend our winters in Portugal and our summers touring in a motorhome . The French battle field pics really capture the feel of the damage and sadness. To be at the Menim gate at dusk on a Friday was a most touching experience.... We usually visit in the Autumn. The dampness underscores all the ceremony. We cross via Caen and are proud of the way the French comemorate the British, U.S, and Canadian heroics.
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