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Post by gasandelectricity on Dec 3, 2018 8:38:35 GMT
It's in the old bit of henbury by st Mary's church, between the salutation and Blaise. It pre-dates most settlements in Bristol, but there isn't really a lot of it.... The Blaise Inn sells a fine drop of black rat cider though.... They also use it as a polling station which i believe will be used again very soon.... Are you ITK about Brexit?! EDIT: sh** sorry guys shouldn’t chuck the B word round so carelessly
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Post by matealotblue on Dec 3, 2018 8:48:35 GMT
It's in the old bit of henbury by st Mary's church, between the salutation and Blaise. It pre-dates most settlements in Bristol, but there isn't really a lot of it.... The Blaise Inn sells a fine drop of black rat cider though.... They also use it as a polling station which i believe will be used again very soon.... What for.....?
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Post by Henbury Gas on Dec 3, 2018 8:59:13 GMT
They also use it as a polling station which i believe will be used again very soon.... What for.....? Lets just say if it is used for what it used to be used for in the distant past history of Henbury, Bolders will be in Heaven
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Post by baggins on Dec 3, 2018 12:36:12 GMT
What for.....? Lets just say if it is used for what it used to be used for in the distant past history of Henbury, Bolders will be in Heaven Chances of Balders being allowed into Heaven are pretty slim.
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Post by toddy1953 on Dec 3, 2018 12:38:12 GMT
Watched Walsall Wood Girls under 11s beat Tamworth 3-0. Our Isabelle hit the bar. It rained a lot. Its strange how kids nowadays have proper organised teams ta play in, when i was a lad it was just 'Street Fitba'
The rules as far as i remembers was:
Fattest wean in goal. Owner of ball decides who can play. Jumpers fur goal posts and height of goal pretty much decided on a goal by goal basis. Penalties ONLY awarded for a broken leg! Match automatically ends when owner of ball was called in for dinner. Whoever kicks a ball inta a garden HAS to go an get it. NAE REFEREES! If th ball got stuck under a car it was pretty much th end of th world. No matter how many goals a team was ahead by it was 'Next goal wins'. If yous was picked last for a team you may as well give up all hope of a life.
Anyone else grow up like this?
Played in the road outside the house. Cars in our road were few & far between back in the 60's, but those that parked there all seemed to have broken wing mirrors. The drains in the road were placed there specifically I think, to provide the posts for the goal. The street lamp positioned just right to provide floodlighting for after tea (not dinner, that was about 1pm) 😀 The ball was either a tennis ball or a plastic ball that had gone flat or purposely popped with a nail by a big bastard nasty neighbour who's garden the ball always seemed to end up in. And then the ball would fill with water from leaving it out overnight & we would have to drain it out before playing, as not to break yer toes on the fecking thing. Picking gravel out of your knees, was an after match pastime, whilst watching No Hiding Place, unless it was bath night, then you could soak them out.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2018 12:45:28 GMT
Its strange how kids nowadays have proper organised teams ta play in, when i was a lad it was just 'Street Fitba'
The rules as far as i remembers was:
Fattest wean in goal. Owner of ball decides who can play. Jumpers fur goal posts and height of goal pretty much decided on a goal by goal basis. Penalties ONLY awarded for a broken leg! Match automatically ends when owner of ball was called in for dinner. Whoever kicks a ball inta a garden HAS to go an get it. NAE REFEREES! If th ball got stuck under a car it was pretty much th end of th world. No matter how many goals a team was ahead by it was 'Next goal wins'. If yous was picked last for a team you may as well give up all hope of a life.
Anyone else grow up like this?
Played in the road outside the house. Cars in our road were few & far between back in the 60's, but those that parked there all seemed to have broken wing mirrors. The drains in the road were placed there specifically I think, to provide the posts for the goal. The street lamp positioned just right to provide floodlighting for after tea (not dinner, that was about 1pm) 😀 The ball was either a tennis ball or a plastic ball that had gone flat or purposely popped with a nail by a big bastard nasty neighbour who's garden the ball always seemed to end up in. And then the ball would fill with water from leaving it out overnight & we would have to drain it out before playing, as not to break yer toes on the fecking thing. Picking gravel out of your knees, was an after match pastime, whilst watching No Hiding Place, unless it was bath night, then you could soak them out. Christ Exactly my memories. Except the gate was the goal. I used to practice hitting the gatepost so I could tap in the rebound.
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Post by Gasshole on Dec 3, 2018 17:23:50 GMT
Played in the road outside the house. Cars in our road were few & far between back in the 60's, but those that parked there all seemed to have broken wing mirrors. The drains in the road were placed there specifically I think, to provide the posts for the goal. The street lamp positioned just right to provide floodlighting for after tea (not dinner, that was about 1pm) 😀 The ball was either a tennis ball or a plastic ball that had gone flat or purposely popped with a nail by a big bastard nasty neighbour who's garden the ball always seemed to end up in. And then the ball would fill with water from leaving it out overnight & we would have to drain it out before playing, as not to break yer toes on the fecking thing. Picking gravel out of your knees, was an after match pastime, whilst watching No Hiding Place, unless it was bath night, then you could soak them out. Christ Exactly my memories. Except the gate was the goal. I used to practice hitting the gatepost so I could tap in the rebound. I think that’s what Rovers are trying to do
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