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Yes, exactly like these. Mum did Nan's moustache and her beard as she called it. I can still hear the sound of those wavers, they were very sinister. They were tge same colour as Nan's cake tins for baking, if that makes sense? But shinyer. Glad you kept them.

From the clippers? Nan used to do her mum's neck. She insisted mum had her hair short shaped & Marcel waved, mum would mimic her, then she rebelled, grew it, permed it, coloured it, bleached it, added hair pieces, rolls like sausages.

Arn't they Marcel Wavers? My Nan had those too I wish she had kept them. I used to play with them, pretended they were Aligators . They were a sort of a dull greeny brown. She had a hand clippers for the back of your neck in the box they came in (everything was in it's original box) & my aunty...

I remember kids scrabbling for pennies thrown in the mud somewhere in or near Portsmouth. Mum was aghast she had told me they used to dive for them. I have a photo of me titled Mudlark in Sandown. It wasn't mud but I had been wet then rolled in the sand. It was retrieved from Gran's when she...

We went to Southsea alot, Hayling island which miffed me because it isn't one, Eastney, which then had the barracks, and Portsmouth which dad called Pompey. We stayed at Mrs Austin's bandb her husband was in the navy I think. I called him uncle Bunny. I called her aunty Gwen, Grandad & Nan came...

Dad called it Weston Super Mud

One angle it looks like a monarch's head the other a soldier with a spiked helmet. Were they part of Robert Mole & Sons who made military swords?

Happened to me when I visited Christ The King Club in Coventry. We went to see an Irish band. In the 70s. I put 50p in the bandit and dropped the Jackpot, about 28 pounds. I shovelled it in to me and my mate's pockets and the barman changed it and I bought him a drink. I thought I was going to...

Mine too, lost in a flood, which was poppycock.

And a Britvic, parents freezing to death in the dark in the garden, I was so content with crisps and a drink, being outside in the dark, a fish pond and string of fairy lights and family all together eeeh!

The DNA testing might help but it is linked with Ancestry. But I am sure you can do it without biu that wouldn't give you names just matches. You could contact The Long Lost Family TV site. They use DNA. I have old numbers probably defunct now. There is an Alive or Dead register, sounds...

Maybe it's what some people called the pub then. They seem(ed) to have different names to the pubs here. When I used to frequent them, we had lots of names. My local was The Stag. It's actual name is or was The Old Stag. The Town Wall Tavern bar where we met/meet has a tiny bar known as The...

Not seen it in colour. Did you have to sing I am H A P P Y too.?

oooooh! Yes she said too that and worse I cannot put here. As she said of other forthright women, 'er's John Bull, 'er dow baulk 'er fancy.

Nan, of a mouthy woman.......shut yer legs missis there's a draught. And mum trying to hide somewhere. Which is hard on a bus.

fun it, for found it

Arm a coddin, Virginia Brummie, I get the same. Or if I insist, 'What da you talk about now.?'

Joe Soap

Nan hated wearing tight clothes, she had some bloomers once in the 60s with tight legs very like the lycra shorts of today. She said 'I cor abear anythin tight, I like the wind to be blowin round the 'ouses, esoecially in me trowsiz

Grandad would say that and add Spaniel, to me.