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Bridge number plate, Restricted Clearance Sign....

Just answer "Security" and they hang up. Works every time.

There is a park near here, with a main tarmac path along it that is also part of a National Cycle Route, which I used to use as part of my cycle commute. A gaggle of female dog walkers used to stand on it, some with dogs loose, some on leads. I used to ride up to them, then pointedly swerve round them on the grass. On day a loose dog started to jump up at me. Being careful not to swear I shouted something like "Get down you stupid animal!", to which the owners reply was "He's not an animal, he's a dog."

It hadn't occurred to me before that Macavity is an ideal name for a cat; "If it fits, I sits."

On the subject of young working class women having a full extraction and a set of dentures, this was often done as a wedding present. The bride's father would pay for it, so the happy couple wouldn't be burdened by such costs later.

No, he would originally have come with a wheelbarrow or similar. I had one in the '50s who was pushing this: https://collection.powerhouse.com.au/object/117352

On elargement it clearlyhas a guard's ducket, so the LMS origin may be likely.

Winchester, the B3044 Stockbridge Road passes under the north end.

I've just watched an old movie on YouTube that TheQ might find amusing, re the history of radar. It was Radar Secret Service, a b/w B movie from 1950, about the use of radar in crime detection. I never knew it was so far developed then that it could produce a TV quality image from a vehicle mounted set! Not to mention Uranium 238 being transported in an ordinary van.

If the two "main lines" are the up and down lines of the same route the land between would be railway land. Lacking access, it would probably not be let for grazing and maintained like other trackside land*. If there was a station or railway housing nearby it might be used for staff allotments, with a private foot crossing for access. *So for a modern layout, covered with trees.

Barrels from Cork's Franciscan Well brewery, brewers of Shandon Stout. https://www.thewhiskyexchange.com/p/31012/jameson-caskmates-stout-edition https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franciscan_Well

FIFY * presumably not the one he was towing.

My Dad's first job after school (mid 1930s) included a experience that would have made a good training film. He was a clerk at the Hercules bicycle factory in Birmingham where the office overlooked the factory floor. Frames were assembled by brazing, using blowtorches. Good practice is to turn the pressure down when not in use so it gives a yellow flame rather than a less visible blue jet. One of the workers put his torch down without turning it down, in a patch of sunlight from the roof windows, so the blue jet was invisible. Another man walked past wearing oily overalls, which caught fire resulting in fatal burns. I was told this story at a quite early age when he was repairing some plumbing. Never forgot.

We are having bin-related issues here at the moment. The Council have been hovering close to "bankruptcy" so have been looking for economies everywhere. The bin men have for years worked on "job and finish" so they did their allotted rounds as fast as possible and went home early. Someone has decided that they were not working their full contracted hours and that was "wasting money". Bear in mind that the rounds are fixed, so they can't start on the next day's round as the bins won't be out. They have been instructed, following a 'Consultation' with their union (note, not an 'agreement') to work their full hours, take all their breaks, at the depot, or a location with toilets, and to follow all rules re handling bins, including push, don't pull, no side waste and only one at a time. Now, many areas are getting collections a day or more late and some areas haven't had one for a while. Commentators on the local press and community websites are generally blaming the unions or the sitting council, rather than nationwide cuts in council support. Having worked for said council for 30 years I have encountered the sort of middle management 'jobsworth' that would make this decision. My line manager could run rings round them

They were a hire purchase company so actually owned the car until paid in full.

So your bags of general waste NEVER split or leak?

The Eighth Army itself remained in Italy until 1945. Various veteran formations that had been part of it, as XXX corps, were returned to UK to take part in the invasion of France and following campaigns. Notable amongst them were the 7th Armoured Division and 51st Highland Division.

Or kitchen equipment dealers (mincers, food processors....).

British WW1 tank crews were issued with chain mail masks to protect against this. https://www.iwm.org.uk/collections/item/object/30013537

I frequently have dreams that are like scenes from a movie. Last night I was lost in an English city that I should have been familiar with, but suddenly found myself by a narrow gauge railway somewhere in what was probably the Balkans. The motive power was dwarf camels, that actually looked like Shetland ponies. The train took me to somewhere that was either at war or on the brink of war, where I met up with a British spy who thought I was also one. There were heavily armed security men or soldiers, and a scene involving boats in a harbour, following which an armoured train sped past, machine gunning everything in sight, and I woke up. I had had mushrooms for tea, but not that sort.

Too late for too many. In the late 80s I lived next door to a house rented by a group of punks. One was a haemophiliac who'd had a nasty motorbike accident resulting in major surgery to one leg, with muitiple transfusions which turned out to be contaminated, reulting in his death from HIV. I think it was one of the early cases. His girlfriend later came to work for me on the MSC scheme I was supervising.

Also one in Portsmouth, Genesis Expo, currently closed. I went with my son when he was small and keen on dinosaurs. He liked the dinosaurs, I found the whole thing hilarious.

Watch out for black minibuses.

Rather like my response when accosted by 'chuggers': "Can I ask you a quick question?" "Of course, I'm a consultant*, it's my job to answer questions. I charge £50 an hour pro rata, minmum charge £15. I've already answered your question so you owe me £15." I've only once managed to get it all out before they walk away. *I'm not, but I did consider it when I retired.

South Wales c1960 ish.