Tue 23 June 2015: Inchcock Today: Launderette Day

Tuesday 23rd June 2015

Up at 0630hrs. Decent sleep despite the dreams. Not that I can recall much about them.

Cuppa medications and worked on graphics.

Coughing and a-wheezing again – oh dear!

Got the laundry ready to take, two full bags.

Thne did me posts for the LOMM site that I’d forgotten to do on Monday – Tsk!.

IMG_0196Set off to the shops.

The pigeons came down to demand their breakfast as I left the flea-pit.

I was glad to see BJ’s car outside the launderette when I arrived.

At least I knew he was not poorly or worse.

IMG_0197Had a good chin-wag with him and Mandie.

BJ was soon off – told him I had some food and other things he might like to have or make use of from me sorting things ready for the move.

He said he’d ring me Thursday.

IMG_0198More Nottingham PAvement Cyclists as I made me way back to the dump.

I forgot all about any sorting and spent the day making posts for me ‘Nottingham Then and Now’ series for the WordPress Inchock site.

Eventually guilt made me do some sorting – but the shoulder wound got bad, and tiredness dawned and decided I would retire early.

IMG_0199Made me nosh.

Bacon, sausages in chopped tomatoes with added herbs – and bread thins.

Ate the lot of it as well.

Rated 7.9/10.

Wearily nodded off.

Nottingham Then and Now Part 3: How some buildings have changed over the Years

Areas of Nottingham City Centre – and how they have changed!

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Long Row – shoppers passing what was Griffin & Spalding, then Debenhams department store.

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A flight of steps leading up from Weekday Cross. Under these steps, or their predecessors, was at one time kept a stock of whale-oil, which was used for the illumination of the town, which must have rendered the neighbourhood somewhat unsavoury. It is recorded that upon one occasion a frost occurred of such intensity as to freeze this stock of whale-oil.

Weekday Cross itself stood in the north-west corner of the area, in front of the more modern entrance to the hall. The first actual mention of it occurs in 1549, but a cross probably existed there much earlier. It was pulled down in 1804, and pictures which remain of it show it to have been an ordinary pillar cross upon steps. The arms had disappeared, and it was crowned by a great stone globe. From the steps surrounding it Royal and municipal proclamations were made, and it was really just an ordinary normal market cross.

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People wept openly in Long Row when the wrecking ball started smashing away one of Nottingham’s favourite old buildings.

These were the final, desperate moments for the Black Boy Hotel, the eccentric Watson Fothergill-designed Victorian edifice which, over the years, had welcomed stars of show business and sport through its doors.

It was the end of the Sixties, a time when functionalism was the trend, when an act of municipal vandalism swept away the splendid old hotel to replace it with a bland and ugly concrete monolith.

But more than 40 years later, people refuse to let the Black Boy’s glory fade. The name crops up whenever the subject of Nottingham’s lost architectural history is aired.

And tomorrow it will be given a permanent memorial when a plaque commissioned by Nottingham Civic Society is officially unveiled on the site – now occupied by Primark – by the Lord Mayor Coun Brian Grocock.

Hilary Silvester, chairman of the Nottingham Civic Society, said: “The plaque will be a tribute to Mr Fothergill’s work.

“Fothergill went in for fantastic designs with timbering and gabling and turrets. The Black Boy Hotel was his masterpiece where he incorporated all of these bits of different design.”

The Black Boy Hotel began life in the 17th century on land owned by the Brunts family of East Bridgford, and by 1700 the inn was an established staging post with coaches departing to all parts of the country.

In 1711 Samuel Brunts founded the charity which still bears his name. Among the foundations he created were almshouses and schools in Mansfield, funded by income from various properties, including the Black Boy.

The Turner family became tenants of the Black Boy in the mid-19th century – a connection which was to last for more than 100 years.

In 1878 architect Fothergill Watson, as he was then known, extended the hotel and thereby began his involvement in the redesign of the building.

Nine years later he completely rebuilt the Long Row frontage, retaining its fashionable colonnade.

The Bavarian design had all Fothergill’s characteristic ornamentation.

In 1897 – by which time the architect had switched his name to the grander Watson Fothergill – a central tower was created with stone lions at its base, and a statue of Samuel Brunts was mounted over the front entrance of the hotel.

During renovations of the Black Boy in 1928, the well-known local artist Denholm Davis was commissioned to paint two murals in the Haddon Room, depicting views of Haddon Hall.

Sadly, the effect of tobacco smoke was such that the murals were eventually covered by oak panelling.

During the years immediately before and after the Second World War, when the Black Boy Hotel was at the height of its fame, many well-known celebrities stayed there including Gracie Fields, George Formby, Gregory Peck and Laurence Olivier.

The Australian cricketers were regular visitors and a story is told of their efforts to have Little John – the bell of the Council House clock – silenced at night. The English team were a safe distance away in the Victoria Station Hotel!

The reception rooms of the Black Boy were impressive with four of the main rooms named after local country houses… Thoresby, Rufford, Haddon and Chatsworth.

The hotel also boasted an American bar, a gentlemen’s-only bar, a writing room and a hairdressing salon.

The remainder of the hotel was, however, short of modern facilities, with bathrooms at a premium, and the upper floors resembling a warren. Perhaps the need for modernisation was the reason the lease was offered for sale by the trustees of the Brunts Charity in 1960.

The following year, Littlewoods acquired the site for the next 99 years at a starting price of £46,000 a year.

The opinion was expressed by the auctioneer, W R Brackett, that the site offered an opportunity for a large and imaginative development. Although protests were voiced at the prospect of the Black Boy closing, the hotel finally shut its doors on March 8, 1969.

Everything was sold at the auction which followed the closure of the hotel. A set of George III dining chairs went for £750 and an oil painting of Watson Fothergill and his family fetched £575.

Forty waste paper baskets and four fire buckets also went under the hammer.

The four stone lions which guarded the central tower were bought by the corporation and can now be found in the grounds of Nottingham Castle.

The statue of Samuel Brunts, which graced the façade of the hotel, was given to the Brunts School, Mansfield, where it remains – although with its left hand missing.

The small statue of a black boy, which was in the foyer of the hotel, was also saved, but a similar statue of a black girl appears to have been lost, along with the Davis mural.

In the early 1970s the utilitarian Littlewood store was built on the site, opposite the windows of the Council House, providing a permanent reminder of the city planners’ short-sighted, criminal folly..

Ken Brand, a Watson Fothergill expert, said it was a travesty the Black Boy was no longer standing.

“Its demolition was considered by most to be the worst example of architectural vandalism of that era in Nottingham… or anywhere” he said.

Well Inchcock agrees with him 100%!

Nottingham Then and Now: Part 2: The Elite Cinema, Upper Pariament Street

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Memories of The Elite Cinema, Upper Pariament Street, Nottingham

The Elite was one of the first in a new breed of ‘super-cinema’ to be built in Nottingham. Designed by the London architectural firm of Adamson & Kinns, the facade and exterior side walls were treated in an expensive white glazed tiling and contained statues along the upper portion of the building. Internally the decoration was carried out by interior designer Fred A. Foster who created a stunning interior with the auditorium walls lined with wood panels and a great deal of decorative plaster. Seating was provided in stalls and circle levels.

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It opened on 22nd August 1921 with Mary Pickford in “Pollyanna”. There was a grand concert organ by the firm of Willis-Lewis which had 78 stops, plus a full orchestra. The facilities within the building also included a a restaurant, a Georgian Tea Room, a French Cafe in Louis XVI style and a large ballroom located on the top floor.

In the reception was a gigantic ornate open coal-fired fire-place.

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The first ‘talkie’ in Nottingham was shown at the Elite Picture Theatre, George Jessel in “Lucky Boy” and after its screening, the cinema was closed for several weeks in July 1929 for a refurbishment.

A new Compton 2Manual/6Ranks organ was installed which was opened by Cyril Birmingham.

24 June 1929: The talking picture show had been introduced two years earlier in America with Al Jolson’s The Jazz Singer.

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Organist Jack Helyer, in his white coat and tails, entertained audiences with their favourite tunes.

Peoples best memories was of the open fire in the foyer, especially when they arrived at he cinema and it was cold and icy outside!

Next in the Nottingham Then and Now Series:

A selction of Nottingham area photographs of specific Buildings

Then and Now – See the changes that has taken place.

Nottingham Then and Now – Part One: Sheep Lane – Market Street

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Market Street (Above colour photograph) started out as a narrow alley called Sheep Lane but due to its limited width quite a few accidents happened, pedestrians going up meeting carts coming down caused people to be squashed against the sides – usually resulting in blood stains on the floor and wall.

This led to the locals referring to it as Blood Lane.

When it was widened (civic improvements in 1866) the aim of the Gentry was to name it Theatre Street, because it led from the Market Square to the Theatre Royal.

The market people had other ideas and the night before the official unveiling some of them unscrewed the sign and replaced it with one stating Market Street.

The following day was market day and everyone, the Gentry and the market people, congregated at the bottom of the widened Sheep Lane for the opening ceremony.

The Mayor pulled on the cord to revel the new sign and proclaimed the new roadway to be “Market Street”, even though a portion of the assembled crowd – mostly Gentry – complained; but they were heavily outnumbered, and tried to point out the Mayor’s error when it was already too late.

There has been 128 murders recorded on Sheep Lane/Market Street.

Next in this series: The Elite Cinema – Upper Parliament Street.

Mon 22.6.2015: Inchcock Today: Feeling anxious for some reason?

Monday 22nd June 2015

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DSCF0031Sprang awake at 0300hrs and lay there fretting and pondering on how I was going to get any sorting done today – GP INR Warfarin level tests at the GP surgery at noon today.

Gloomy this morning.

Got some sorting done and rubbish to the bin, and put me ironing board outside with someone elses give-aways near their garage.

DSCF0032Made a cuppa, then thought I’d photograph the give-away stuff with me ironing board amongst them a few minutes later – and me ironing board had gone already!

At this time in the morning (0414hrs).

Did the header for this diary and Facebooked a while – soon feeling guilty DSCF0018.JPGand started to do some much-needed shredding.

While sorting out in the kitchen I came across a net of Marmite cheese that had fallen behind some rubbish – I’d tell you the sell-by date but as Victor Mildrew nearly used to say in his ‘One Foot in the Grave’ shows: “You wouldn’t believe it!”

Mond02Pressed on with sorting and shredding again.

Had a wash shave and changed and set off for the GP surgery.

Had me blood test and chin-wag with the Obergruppenführer… I mean Surgery Nurse.

When I left the rain was a-falling.

I’d hoped to get a walk into town in, but caught the bus instead. Thank heavens for me free pensioners bus-pass!

Mond03When I arrived in town the Nottingham Citizenry were proving their ability to cross the lights against the red lighted pedestrian signal, yet again. This them it had been on red for a good while, and a bus came around the corner and tapped his horn and one of the illegal crosses of the road actually put his two fingers up to the bus driver!

Visit Nottingham, the Queen of the Midlands the advert says. Hehe!

I had a good long walk around Nottingham taking photographs of certain areas so I could make a post “Nottingham Then and Now” with photographs from the past and today of the same things later.

Good job I didn’t walk to town, because by the time I’d finished trekking all over the City me feet and knees were killing me.

I called in the Nottingham Transport shop to ask what number bus does the route between Nottingham and Woodthorpe Park where the new flat is situated, and where it goes from in town.

After the lady consulted a map and the other Maidenoberführerin… I mean assistants, she suggested I go to Broad Marsh (Which I trudged through earlier on me photo-hunt) and ask there.

Peeved a little, I called in the Nottingham information Centre under the Council House and asked them – within 5 minutes they had given me the location, the number and a map.

I staggered (Well the knees were really bad, I knew summat was in the wind weather-wise) up to the bus stop and caught the bus back to the hovel.

Mond04When I got off the bus the flipping wind was howling and folk were struggling to walk against it, and it went really dark as the rain started to trickle down a bit with it.

Called in the Co-op and got some of their bread-thins to have with me later re-planned nosh tonight.

I was going to have the last of me BBQ Chicken with some mashed spuds – but when I got back to the flea-pit, put the kettle on, got the chicken out of the fridge – it was passed it’s sell-by date – I know that feeling Haha!

IMG_0195So it’ll be Sliced potatoes in onion sauce and sausages from the freezer later – I added some black-bean cooking sauce?

Don’t know where the desserts came from…

I wasn’t up to doing any more sorting so updated this diary… and ate two mini-swiss rolls.

Ate me nosh then did some Facebooking.

Despite me feeling tires I had a heck of job getting to sleep – Tsk!

Sun 21.06.15: Inchcock Today: Grafting away…

Sunday 21st June 2015

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Woke at 0310hrs.

The shoulder wound was really stinging this morning. Might have overdone the sorting yesterday, took an extra painkiller with me morning cuppa and medications.

Couldn’t find the camera so I could finish yesterdays diary with the photo I took of me nosh.

Searched all over – fearing I’d somehow threw it out with the unwanted rubbish. Looked in the bins stretched to get down and started the cancer wound off stinging again (Tsk!), not there.

Looked in me black bags, not there.

An hour later I found it where I first looked for it! Fool! I’d put it back in its karki wallet and was looking for the black camera in me search!

Hey-ho. Got the diary finished and did some Facebooking.

Did some sorting – slowly, the shoulder still hurting badly for some reason since the nurse changed the dressing?

I went back on the laptop and searched City Homes eventually finding confirmation of my being accepted for the flat at Woodthorpe Court.

Confirmed

Feel a bit better now.

Still coughing and a-wheezing mind.

DSCF0030Had me nosh.

Patties curried beans, bacon and sausage. Rated it 7.9/10

Set to sorting, bit of shredding and then felt suddenly had a nasty dizzy-spell, felt drained beyond belief.

Just had to get me head down.

Poor old git!

TTFN folks.

Of lists of love and hate (challenge)

Of lists of love and hate (challenge)

TessaThanks to https://tessacandoit.wordpress.com for nominating me for this one!

Now I need to put my thinking head on, and that’s not been used much lately, and actually think!

Hehehe, just a bit of fun like.

The rules are quite easy:

1. Name ten things you love

2. Now name ten things you hate

3. Nominate!

What I love…..

1. My laptop

2. Blogging

3. The Internet

4. Microwave sausages

5. The people on the Troll Free Zone on Facebook

6. Cyber-friends

7. Helping those worse off

8. My Free Pensioners Bus-Pass

9. Sociable people

10. My pipe – even though Doctors say I can no longer smoke it

What I hate…..

1. Pavement Cyclists!

2. Me Ailments: Dodgy ticker, reflux valve, haemmorhoids, skin cancer, bowel cancer, Arthur Itis, Anne Gyna, high blood-pressure, cramps, stuttering, partial deafness… better stop, I’ll run out of room! Hehehe!

3. Politicians

4. Anti- social elements of our society

5. Taking/making decisions

6. Cruelty to animals

7. Bullies

8. Being handicapped and unable to do certain tasks

9. Being nervous of my own shadow

10. Being alone, although I have been for donkey’s years now

Nominations:

https://shirleyblamey.wordpress.com/

https://mikesteeden.wordpress.com/

No obligation to do this – but it might let you release some built up feeling by releasing to the world your dislikes! Hehehe!

Sat 20th June 2015 : Inchcock Today – Working away…

Saturday 18th June 2015

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Woke around 0520hrs. The little Inch had been bleeding again – cleaned it up.

No memories of dreams at all – just know I had them and didn’t like them.

Got up feeling confused and still tired and got the laptop on.

Replied to some emails and messages then set about starting this diary and realised I’d not made a cuppa!

Put that right and took me morning medications.

Awaited arrival of fodder delivery, and did some shredding while I waited.

Soon had  a big bag of stuff made up for the Nottingham Hospice Charity shop.

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IMG_0176 Set of on a walk into Sherwood with it.

As walked from the flea-pit to Mansfield Road I couldn’t resist taking a photo of the pavement.

I know we have crop-circles all over the world, but Pavement Circles was a new one to me?

It had just stopped raining, but I don’t know if that had anything to do with them?

Odd that, I’ll check next time I poddle that way.

IMG_0177Up the hill and down into Sherwood, up the next hill and on to the Hospice shop at the top of it.

Not many folks or traffic around yet.

Pavement cyclist in abundance in Sherwood, but they were too quick for me photograph em – Swines!

Limped up the Hospice shop and gave them me stuff, and collected me bags from last time.

When I came out, the Nottingham citizenry had IMG_0178awoke and were milling around in great numbers.

Halfway back at the top of the first hill, and no pedestrians about there only traffic.

I decided to walk down a bit further and call at the Lidl shop to get some of their bug bags to use for me sorting IMG_0179later.

I got some funny looks when I queued up with me 10 bags a pint of mike.

Hehehe!

So I took em back to the flea-pit with the two I’d got back from the Nottingham Hospice shop.

Made a cuppa and tool me midday medications.

Had a pot noodle what I got last week cause they were on offer at half price – 50p. Sorry I did now, it wer crap! Eughh!y

Finished of some graphics of Shirley Blamey and Mike Steeden and pt them in their gallery on Facebook. Then sent her them via email.

Feeling guilty I got on with this Diary up to here and then got on with some sorting of me rubbish like… fer several hours!

Well shattered now, poor old thing.

Packed a few bags with kitchen and cleaning stuff, moved the other stuff, made a mess doing it, spilt bird seed all over to join the shredded paper I spilt earlier when trying to pack it into a potato bag.

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Mayhem Pandamonium and Help!

Going to read me book and have summat to nosh now, then take me evening medications.

Tried to ring BJ but he was not answering belss him.

Drained is how I feel really.

Hello, did yer miss me??? The internet connection went down for a few minute then. BT? Huh!

IMG_0181Decided to add the Nosh photo I took earlier – but could not find the camera?

Eventually after an hour I did find it.

Mixed Veg, sausages and potatoes, with Polish brown bread.

Rated: 8.4/10.

Fri 19.06.15: Inchcock Today: Back to sorting and shredding!

Friday 19th June 2015

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IMG_0175Woke around 0345hrs.

Coughing and a-wheezing – oh dear!

Put old laptop on and finished and posted yesterdays Diary.

The shoulder is easier than before I had the wound cleaned, so I can get on with some sorting out and shredding later.

There won’t be much recorded today as I’ll be rather busy don’t yer know?

Tesco order coming at noon, hope to bag-up most of the stuff up ready to take with me to the new flat.

Updated DrawPlusx6 and tried to make header in it – no chance!

Made a cuppa and took medications.

WC’d, ‘Little Inch’ bleeding again – and the haemmorhoids too! Huh!

Had a scratch at me dressing on me back – it’s already coming loose! Another Tsk!

IMG_0173Did some Facebooking as I waited for it to get light enough fer me get missen sorted (Damned candles! – only joking).

Got some lovely comments today on WordPress and Facebook.

Me first cuppa went cold so I made another then fed the pigeons at the front door.

IMG_0174Surprisingly only three came down this morning and they were the young ones.

Getting independant now.

Got fully carried away when I got involved in trying to work our serif draw and managed to do a graphic for TFZ’s Lynda Lore. Lsto many more hours trying to remember and work out how I did it in the first place and couldn’t do it again. Tsk!

Got a wash and brush up ready for the delivery and sorting to start – I may regret this?

Tesco delivery came.

Nosh of sausage and bacon sarnies.

So tired now.

TTFN.

Thu 18 June 2015: Sheltered Flat Hunt – progress at last!

Thursday 18th June 2015

Woke around 0420hrs – really tried to remember the dreams I’d had, but only vague bits came to me. Something about being chased by women in an abandoned office block?

When I moved to answer the call to the porcelain I noticed the pain from the wound was a lot less – that’ll soon be put to rights by the Obergruppenfurher Practise nurse this afternoon mind, when she rips off the dressing cleans the wound and applies another dressing?

Some blood from the haemmoroids this morning. The sore throat was rampant still, the voice sounded a bit better to me, less croaky. The angina and arthritis was calm and passive. The duodenal ulcer no bother. The reflux valve beahaving itself nicely. Little Inch not bleeding, although the lesion seems to be widening? And, yesterday I had only one dizzy spell. Things looking good… perhaps I shouldn’t have said that?

Made a cuppa and took me medications, put the water heater on. Then strted this old laptop to finish and post yesterdays Inchcock Today.

Then did an extra post in rhyme (Of sorts) about me flat hunting recently and got it done.

Then made a funny post about life when you get old like.

Had a wash and brush-up.

Then went down and made another cuppa and got the new laptop on to do the graphics for them and get it posted.

Susan from Nottingha City Homes rang to confirm she’d put in a bid for me for the 72 Woodthorpe Flat in the high-rise block. She said she’d ting me back wit the result.

IMG_0170I set off on me walk to Colville Court to meet Steve.

I’d only got about 5oo yeards and the mobile rang. It stopped before I could answer, it was from Susan. During the walk I rang back 23 times, unfortnately all I got on each call was three beeps and no connection?

I waited outside the complex fro 15 minutes for Steve to arrive – during which a pillock on an illegal mini-motorbike kept belting by as his continually ran around the block. It was at this stage I made me mind up not to apply to live there – no point in escaping one set of yobs to find another at the new place?

When Steve arrived we went inside to view some of the flats. I must admit they were goreous, well thought out, and in mint condition, even though a bit more rent than the Council ones. But the local yobs had put me off by then.

I had a chin-wag with Steve and he rand Susan to confirm my interest in the flat at Woodthorpe (Sherwood).

Steve was on holiday next week, but he arranges with Sue for me go and sign the paperwork and sort options out on Monday 29th June, and I was assured it was mine despite the long wait.

My internet contributions will be reduced now, as I have to press on getting things sorted and ready for the move? Please bear with me folks.

Left Steve and walked into town to see if the EE shop could increase my allowance on the sim-card hire. But couldn’t provide them with enough details. I reckon they have een lost in the sorting out process? Oh dear.

Caught the bus home and updated this diary.

Have go in a bit to have me wound cleaned and redressed at the GP surgery.

Hard to say how I feel at the moment – so glad to have got somewhere but unsure if I’ve done the right thing if yer know what I mean.

And so worried about sorting it all out and getting it into order – but Steve will be back on the 29th and will advise and guide me I’m sure.

He said to concentrate on getting stuff I aim to take with me ready for IMG_0162transportation first.

Might treat missen to a lamb shank, potatoes and garden peas nosh tonight. Got to use up the freezer stuff – mind you, I’ve got to use up the dated stuff as well… Oh dear…

Went to see Nurse and was seen to early – all cleaned and re-dressed. I’ve not got to get it wet and to be careful she said, any bleeding and come back to see her. It feels much easier now though – mind you, it was bad.

So I’ll see how I go with starting some sorting again in the morning.

IMG_0172Hobbled back to the dump added this to diary and got me nosh cooking.

Rated 4/10.

The lamb shank was from Tesco. It was not very good, the gravy tastless, the peas (Also Tesco brand) were a tad bitter, but the potatoes (Lidl) were okay.

I was so tired out and soon got me head down after sending an email to PAtti Berkert telling her about the flat. She’s been through so much and is finally getting herself better, and has been such a caring friend. Thanks Patti.

TTFN all.