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Goodbye Nottingham

So on Monday 23rd February, it was finally time to leave Nottingham. I had my 30kg suitcase and my new Cath Kidston backpack brimming with a year’s worth of clothes, toiletries, etc. 202 more words

I was born in the workhouse in 1951

When I was a baby my dad’s special name for me was “Workus” because he always said that I’d been born in the workhouse in Barnsley. 617 more words

1950s

When is a promise to tenants not a promise?

Apparently the answer to this, in connection with the Right to Transfer, is when it is contained in the HRA business plan of a local authority. 456 more words

RTT

Knock, Knock, Knocking On Someones BackDoor

I am a what was known as a time served joiner. I served a traditional apprenticeship that doesn’t exist anymore. I’ve worked in the building trade for coming on 30 years and have been involved in all areas of that industry. 2,911 more words

Humour

Concrete

I escaped from a sinking ship
Made of concrete.
Climbing out of council house windows,
I took my game to the universe.
Rebuilding language with cartoon fonts, 14 more words

Poetry

Nottingham Council House

The council house is a landmark of Nottingham, it’s the centrepiece to the market square, and the facade of a small shopping arcade. But what most people don’t see, is the inside. 22 more words

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Three posts down the end of the road, and their multipliers.

“They stand there. And the shadows all point the same way. That’s something I’ve noticed. The shadows all point the same way, and they stand there.

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