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[BR14]

Morning Afternoon denizens

Well, they've got a nice day for it, or they would have if they were here; not sure what it's like there

Afternoon
Nice here, too.
Have to go out soon, the smell from my goulash in the slow cooker is making me slaver (more than usual)

[NickFitz]

Ardennes pâté on toast for lunch

Proper white toast too, none of that healthy brown stuff for me today

[BR14]

An excellent afternoon in a local hostelry garden with no talk of weddings or kick it and run(or the B word), today.
another hour or so for the goulash, and a lou reed song springs to mind

[NickFitz]

Somehow drawn into a discussion on Twitter with a bunch of Scousers over the number of the bus route past the house we lived in in the 1960s

[BR14]

Somehow drawn into a discussion on Twitter with a bunch of Scousers over the number of the bus route past the house we lived in in the 1960s

Aaah! - the silly season is kicking in, then

[NickFitz]

Aaah! - the silly season is kicking in, then

Not really, these discussions of such vital issues happen all the time

It's due to a woman called Angela who collects and posts historic photos of Liverpool, easily a dozen or more a day. All it takes is for one of them to show a bus and somebody will ask "Didn't the 34 go down Edge Lane?", and they're off. Same applies to anything else that appears - it's remarkable how often some random photo of a residential street in, say, 1970 will have somebody popping up saying "That's my uncle's van parked on the left!" or "Third down is my gran's old house!" or what have you

The bus route past our former home was, is, and ever shall be the 78, for what it's worth

[BR14]

Not really, these discussions of such vital issues happen all the time

It's due to a woman called Angela who collects and posts historic photos of Liverpool, easily a dozen or more a day. All it takes is for one of them to show a bus and somebody will ask "Didn't the 34 go down Edge Lane?", and they're off. Same applies to anything else that appears - it's remarkable how often some random photo of a residential street in, say, 1970 will have somebody popping up saying "That's my uncle's van parked on the left!" or "Third down is my gran's old house!" or what have you

The bus route past our former home was, is, and ever shall be the 78, for what it's worth

I'm eternally grateful for my decision NOT to have a twitter account

[NickFitz]

I'm eternally grateful for my decision NOT to have a twitter account

Amidst all the garbage that flows on there, it's quite refreshing to have a minute or two of decent people reminiscing about stuff like that. She posted one this morning of the crowd in the Kop years ago, and one bloke recognised himself aged about five up on his now deceased dad's shoulders

[BR14]

Amidst all the garbage that flows on there, it's quite refreshing to have a minute or two of decent people reminiscing about stuff like that. She posted one this morning of the crowd in the Kop years ago, and one bloke recognised himself aged about five up on his now deceased dad's shoulders

I thought it was us old gits that got reminiscent

[NickFitz]

I thought it was us old gits that got reminiscent

All Liverpudlians are prone to it, due to the undoubted decline of the city over the past fifty years (although it's recovered a bit over the last twenty or so)