Is this a 'BINGO' Anniversary
Tomorrow on the nineteenth June we celebrate our sixtysixth Wedding Anniversary or in Bingo terms - all the sixes - Clickety Click. Yes my friends we can now look forward to the 67th providing all goes well.
Like everyone in life, married or not, we have had times both good and bad but for a while it has been the loveliest period we have had. No mortgage, children and Grandchildren all grown up, a nice little semi with nice neighbours. We can get about fairly well although we creak a little. Getting a new car on Wednesday so it can't be bad - can it?
I am now emulating Samuel Pepys with his catchphrase - 'And so to bed'.
Goodnight my dear friends. Back with you in a while.
Happy Birthday to you Roy - Hope you've had a great day. If it was as good as ours then you've enjoyed it.
Regards to all.
Yes indeed - those were the days -it wasn't all that warm in June up here in the Northwest but the sun was bright and we just ignored the weather anyway. We didn't even have a motor bike and it was a while before we got a honeymoon. We rented a 2up 2 down at first with an outside loo and just one cold water tap. Cooked on an old cottage range but at least we had electricity.
Did you really have £3-10-00 left after the stay at the pub? Lucky bugger!
Sorry for the late 'Congratulations' but I missed your post and have only just read it!!! There are many similarities between us that's separated by a decade.
It was 'Our' 56th on the 9th June. I too owned a BSA but it was only a 350 (B31) which I bought in 1957. Although not on Honeymoon I had to go to RAF Newton on a course which, of course, meant Nights out in Nottingham. The Flying Horse was one of our favourite bars and I remember it was just across the road from the Locarno (I think that was it's name) Ball room. Joe Loss and his Orchestra were the 'Regulars' their. I recall that Thursday nights were called 'Over 21's Night but referred to as 'Grab a Granny' night. Our first home wasn't 2 up and 2 down, it was a 1 up and another next door. We rented a flat above a Plumbers shop with one 'Living room/kitchen/Dining room' and a march across the landing to a Bedroom. Happy Days?????
Thanks for the congrats - I never had a motor bike but rode on the back of my brother's many times. In fact I came off one night when we'd been to Tarpoley to watch a mate of his box. There were roadworks on the opposite side of the road when we were going but all the signs and barriers etc must have been moved before we set off back. We hit a bump they'd left and I had just relaxed my grip with my knees, had my hands in my pockets and was sitting there quite relaxed. I sailed through the air still in the same position and our kid slowed down a little. I remember as I went through the air that I never even flinched and landed back on the pillion so softly that my brother didn't feel me land. I just grabbed hold again with my knees and sat there not bothering at all. Then he put his hand back and began to feel my leg. I said very calmly, 'Oy - what do you think you're doing?' and he said he was scared stiff that I was lying back in the roadway. I honestly hadn't been a bit worried - probably because it all happened so quickly and just said that he could have slowed down a bit earlier - miserable bugger. Didn't stop me going pillion riding though. Oddly enough I still trusted him.
The pinstripe suit with a 'Bum-freezer' jacket!!!! A Slim Jim tie and a Cut-away collar shirt. I could not bring myself to wear Winklepickers having seen the 'Ali Barba' effect, with the curled-up toes, seen on other people.
And, like you, my shoes have the strap which fastens with Velcro. We should form a club???? (lol) :)
Went to the Bar, got a Pint and as it was Packed and i could not see my Oppo. I walked upstairs to a small Bar,but he was not there either. Deciding to return down stairs Someone had spilled Beer on the Stair so i descended from top to bottom like "Eddie the Eagle".Not only did i take the skin from my hands ( Pint long gone ) but when i got to the bottom there was this Sludgyy Slime awaiting me. I was helped to my feet by someone asking the usual "Are you alright" Me and My now Two coloured light Grey suit and me limped to the Door and the Bouncer said " Leaving so Soon Sir". I muttere a reply and I limped back to my car and threw the Suit, Shirt Tie in the Bin and the Wife did try to bathe and clean up my hands.
When my Pal rang me and i related the Story, he said "Oh i never ever go Upstairs as it is too tricky on the Steps coming down."
However, the theme of 'Opening a new Bar' reminds of the time when the NAAFI club at Chipenham had been refurbished and it was 'Grand Opening Night'. (1961 - I think). There were 2 memorable events:
1. 'Flowers' Brewery put on Free beer for the first hour (OOPs). I think it was the introduction of the first ever Keg Beer.
2. The last train from Chipenham to Melksham was 12.35 am. (I was on a Fitters Course at the time). I dragged/ carried my mate to the station arriving at about 12.30 am. He was incapable and I was not far behind!!!. I sat him on a bench and told him I needed to go to the toilet and that he had to call me if he saw the train arriving. I recall sitting on the 'Bog' with my elbows on my knees and chin in my hands with my eyes closed (trying to stop the door from swaying in front of me). I realised that I had dozed off so jumped up quickly, did the business, washed my hands and ran out onto the platform where the Station Cleaner dropped his broom in shear surprise. It was daylight and I looked up at the station clock to see the hands at 08;20 am. I had been sat on the toilet for 5 minutes short 8 hrs!!!!!!!!!!! I caught the Milk Train back to camp and walked in the billet (It stank like brewery), went straight to the bed of my mate to give him a piece of my mind for not calling me. I pulled back the bedclothes to find him fully dressed, with even his tie in position and his shoes on.
He had been sick and looked dreadful so I just covered him up and left him. The standing joke at the time was, every time I went to the shower I was reminded that my A***** looked like a Dartboard and the Black and Blue marks on my Knees took weeks to disappear.
Sequel: I found out later that a couple of blokes from the camp noticed him sat on the bench and 'Kindly' helped him onto the train. He was burbling Toilet, Toilet, They told him he hadn't got time to go because the train was leaving. He was trying to tell them where I was - Bless Him.
When we left Leeds on a Sunday Night Train direct to Bristol ( The Devonian ) we had the Carriage to ourselves and got a Kip of Sorts. BUT when we reached Birmingham New Street it was like the Wild West. We had already pulled down the Blinds and tied our belts tightly around the door handles so they would not open but that did not stop the Matelots hammering on the doors and using some very choice language But the time we arrived at Bristol Temple Meads they were mostly asleep on the Corridor Floor.
One time when i called in the Main Stores one of the Lads said "We have just got Paperwork through to send a "Thorneycroft Lorry up to a Depot near Warrington Lancs. It is going up on Friday morning. Well even though it was the other side of the Penines i thought i would have a word with my Sergeant . I told him i was due a 48 Pass and he said he would sort it with the M.T. Lad. Following morning he said "It's O.K.and with the Lads on the Gate, just be there !2 Sharp"
I thought we would have been away earlier but..... I was at the Camp Gate with my Weekend Case (About Four Jazz Albums in) The RAF. Wagon Pulled up and i opened the Door. on the only seat was this Fat women and her Kid. The Cpl. Driver said "In the Back Lad" I should have called it a Draw there and then. He dropped the back down and there was not even wooden benches on the sides like the ones when we used to go playing Football away. So away we went up the Long and Winding Road. I was hanging on stood up for hours and there was only the Wheel arch to sit on. It was dark when we got to Warrington Town and he asked me where would i like dropping off. I said the Railway Station. by that time it was about 10p.m. and there was not a Train until after midnight . Got to Leeds ,Taxi and straight to Bed......... There is more to relate but i cant face it even though it's only been 60 odd years.