‘I cannot apologise enough, Sir,’ the Manager of Fosters spluttered.
‘I have no idea how this happened!
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‘I cannot apologise enough, Sir,’ the Manager of Fosters spluttered.
‘I have no idea how this happened!
Guest Teas: These were the big thing in the 50’s, organised by ladies of Newry in support of various charities. No alcoholic drink, mind you! Just teas and a plate of sandwiches and sweet things, prepared earlier by the same women. They were great places to exchange all the gossip! The relative popularity of one before another depended on the reputation of the hostesses either for their culinary skills or the breadth of their gossipy connections!
Another in the Janine Masters series of photos. You may have seen this one before – I know I have – but I’d never noticed a few of the interesting features!
Another surprise for me was that boys and girls freely mingled both inside and outside the classroom, unlike in Moortown, where the sexes were rigidly segregated in different classrooms and kept apart in the playground by a high wall.
Picture the scene. My kitchen, here in leafy Warwickshire. Morning, between nine and ten o’clock. Sometime, mid to late nineteen eighties.
We have previously several times mentioned The Valley, the area of our town centred on Cecil Street.
On the far side of the street from
The favourite game of all was Tig around the Block. It involved literally dozens of us, boys, and occasionally a few girls and was played not just Round the Block but as far afield as The Pighall Loanan, Derrybeg, Sandy’s Field, The Line, The Plaits, The Bricky Loanan and all areas within, especially other people’s back gardens. Played on this scale, there had to be a whole team ‘on it’. The more dedicated of us played the game with surprising intensity and military discipline.
Still shrouded in darkness I made my way across the