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Post by timbo on Sept 15, 2014 19:50:49 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2014 20:51:08 GMT
Mal Lucas partial to scampi. That would have been the height of sophistication in 1970. Must have been all that high living in Norwich. But I suspect he wouldn't have been impressed with Wrexham's relocation to South Wales.
Mal clearly doesn't like moaners. I hope he never met the bloke from number two around the corner from us. He was always moaning. Usually about Mal Lucas as it happens.
A ripping yarn from old Bill Luscombe about a decent little cup run. I'm loathe to believe much of it at all. We may have been there before in these columns deconstructing the Luscombe approach to history.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2014 22:13:51 GMT
Whereas Gillingham's 19 year old golfing sensation, Dick Tydeman, would have settled for a pork pie back in 1970. Still the era when a few all round sportsmen could flourish. '3rd Div Focus' above, makes mention of Tydeman's golfing prowess, and 6 years later Tydeman was also turning out for Kent at cricket:
'In June 1976 Dick showed his sporting versatility when he acted as emergency 12th man for Kent in their Championship fixture with Northamptonshire at Maidstone'
For younger TFF members wondering if the horrific tales of Britain's nationalised industries were really as bad as their parents or grandparents make out,....yes it really was that bad, and Dick himself was one of socialism's victim's in the early 1980's.
'One story I remember about him was that he had the misfortune of missing the goalless F.A Cup 1st Round tie away at Plymouth in November 1981 after falling ill en route to the West Country having eaten a British Rail pork pie'
link - Dick Tydeman, Past Master.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2014 9:21:20 GMT
For younger TFF members wondering if the horrific tales of Britain's nationalised industries were really as bad as their parents or grandparents make out,....yes it really was that bad, and Dick himself was one of socialism's victim's in the early 1980's. "One story I remember about him was that he had the misfortune of missing the goalless F.A Cup 1st Round tie away at Plymouth in November 1981 after falling ill en route to the West Country having eaten a British Rail pork pie"At first sight this appears to be yet more incisive political comment written from the gazebo at Alpine Towers just as the sun sets over the old tin mine engine house on the hill. But wait "younger TFF members", our man might be acting slightly disingenuously once again. My belief is that railway pork pies had nothing to with socialism at all. I contend they were regarded more as a symbol of the unfortunate (and sometimes unfair) reputation of British catering in the decades immediately after the war. The joke was tired and well-worn by 1981 but it continued to be made even by those who never went near a train or railway station in a month of Sundays. It was a cliche. I'd even go as far as saying the British Rail pork pie was, on occasions, used to cover the indiscretions of footballers. Not that I'm saying there was anything untoward about why Mr Tydeman didn't appear against Plymouth. But to call him a victim of socialism? No. Definitely not. But, if a pork pie was the cause of Dick's downfall, I'd like to blame it upon capitalism. I'd like to highlight the shoddy standards adopted in pursuit of profit. I'd like to directly accuse the first Baron Ginster who built what is now Alpine Towers and commissioned the splendid walled garden in which Alpine Joe sits this morning. But I've no evidence and the history, to be honest, simply doesn't add up. Younger TFF members would be advised not to believe either of us. Nor Bill Luscombe for that matter. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2014 11:05:03 GMT
Barton Downs Too true, and I think that Barton realises that even a supporting post from Felix couldn't lend credence to this half baked argument. The disappointment of knowing he won't be hearing Dean deliver the old familiar refrain 'Good evening Plainmoor' could account for this, so I'm willing for allowances to be made.
However the attempt to transform the old story about the infamous British Rail sandwich into one about pork pies, and then to deflect us from it's very specific target (a State monopoly) and try to rope in the whole of the British catering industry is unlikely to convince readers.
In British humour, the phrase British Rail sandwich refers to sandwiches sold for consumption on passenger trains of the former British Rail (BR). Its use principally arose in British popular culture through comedic references to the food item as emblematic of the unappetising fare available aboard Great Britain's railway service during the period of nationalisation from 1948 to 1994.
Bill Bryson wrote in Notes from a Small Island: "I can remember when you couldn't buy a British Rail sandwich without wondering if this was your last act before a long period on a life-support machine."
In 1972, the show Milligna (or Your Favourite Spike) included spoof news items, including "Long-missing Van Gogh ear found in a British Rail sandwich".
link - wikipedia - British Rail Sandwich
However, Barton more than redeems himself with the generous praise he lavishes on my particularly fine garden (though I do say so myself) which he knows I'm exceptionally proud of. The walls do allow for a high degree of privacy, and this probably accounts for the totally unproven rumours relating to a visit from a local celebrity many years ago. Suffice to say, I'm still banned from participating in the Open Gardens scheme, although my RHS membership has now been restored. It's all water under the bridge as far as I'm concerned, and sincerely hope it won't adversely affect the recently issued invitation to Launa Windows to sponsor my greenhouse.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2014 12:32:21 GMT
Alpine Joe is correct. We'll miss Dean's "Good Evening, Plainmoor'". Yet, although you can take Plainmoor out of the ground's name, you can't take the friendly and welcoming Wolverhampton accent out of Dean.
Alas, I can't see Felix coming to the defence of the pork pie, British Rail or otherwise. Unless it's a Quorn one maybe (I'm sure his fellow traveller from Sheffield has fed me something similar on a number of our football excursions in a forlorn attempt to keep me away from proper meat. Not that I was at all ungrateful. Indeed I'm eagerly anticipating further culinary variations at Forest Green Rovers).
I'm pleased the RHS is starting to show forgiveness and understanding after the unfortunate incident of which you hint. I was unaware of this; it must have happened around the time I was frequenting the botanical gardens in Sheffield rather than paying much attention to the more salacious stories in the Sunday Independent. That's not a picture of Topline Broadhurst is it? Westward TV's Mr Gardening for the benefit of younger readers.
Hopefully you'll soon be able to resume Open Garden participation. A friend of mine attended one of your afternoons a few years ago. She couldn't help marvelling about the blue-and-white displays. But I remember her being curious about all that orange.
None of which has anything to do with PNE. Poor Timbo. We must get back on topic. Would a Tom Finney floral tribute finally pave the way towards the garden once again receiving deserved public acclaim?
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