tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post4507949788150030719..comments2023-12-14T17:43:04.484+00:00Comments on timbobig: Leeds (2)Timhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11201835677426254567noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-58875563548822982672012-11-27T23:24:36.016+00:002012-11-27T23:24:36.016+00:00Oh, great cake story, AQ!
I eventually got booted ...Oh, great cake story, AQ!<br />I eventually got booted out of the digs for a similar reason (don't ask for details), and got a flat.<br /><br />Mig, don't forget we didn't wash as much as we do now. (Though thinking about it, we were students ...) Timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11201835677426254567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-59329846357899119092012-11-27T22:00:26.263+00:002012-11-27T22:00:26.263+00:00I've heard of people bringing washing home but...I've heard of people bringing washing home but posting it, never. Amazing.mighttp://letouttoplay.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-86637618833057476862012-11-25T23:08:46.305+00:002012-11-25T23:08:46.305+00:00Oh yes, I see it is. Just.
But I do recall that ...Oh yes, I see it is. Just.<br /><br />But I do recall that somehow you became an adult overnight almost. In my first term (1971) I was in digs and the landlady used to serve up "tea" at about 6pm. (I was in Sheffield) Every day there was a plate of cakes which the four of us who were lodged there never really fancied. One day we put ink markings on the cakes and counted how many days the same cakes reappeared. (After a bit they got sort of dusty.) <br /><br />In December I was given my marching orders when I stayed out all night, so I had to blag a place in hall for term two.allotmentqueenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09436822823840965550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-59345309692659410322012-11-25T22:58:49.973+00:002012-11-25T22:58:49.973+00:00Surely a third isn't honours?Surely a third isn't honours?allotmentqueenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09436822823840965550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-79880791989304836412012-11-25T22:32:46.892+00:002012-11-25T22:32:46.892+00:00No, it wasn't grim, "Unknown", I did...No, it wasn't grim, "Unknown", I didn't mean to suggest that. Part 3, if I get round to it, will redress that balance. [If you're who I think you are, you owe me an email ...]<br /><br />Z, Richard - I know, unbelievable! I hesitated to write it, but was fairly confident in my recollection - thanks for the corroboration, R. I don't think it lasted more than a term; gawd knows what happened after that (probably best not imagine ...)Timhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11201835677426254567noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-27733720076855829992012-11-25T22:01:56.168+00:002012-11-25T22:01:56.168+00:00I can't recall that it was I who had to unpack...I can't recall that it was I who had to unpack the laundry packages, to earn my pocket money. I think I'd remember if it was. But I do recall their arrival and despatch. Nuff said.Richard WalkLhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12306430776956627549noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-21675006888858892932012-11-25T15:02:32.263+00:002012-11-25T15:02:32.263+00:00I do not believe that there is a mother in the lan...I do not believe that there is a mother in the land who would do that nowadays, nor more than a dozen students who would send their smalls to the laundry every week. Zhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00822383355869390919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7767918086420070312.post-33149003556085546572012-11-25T00:01:25.504+00:002012-11-25T00:01:25.504+00:00harehills, Chapeltown road, Sheepscar, Camp Road, ...harehills, Chapeltown road, Sheepscar, Camp Road, Woodhouse Lane and than a short hop to the University.<br /><br />Seeing Leeds through your eyes makes it sound grim but it wasn't really : we thought it the centre of the universe.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05151809358239030532noreply@blogger.com