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Here's another, I think, when someone was upset about something they were 'cut up'. I remember when my day was fire watching and he was near a glass roof he told his mate that if he slipped and fell he'd be 'very cut up'. His mate had hysterics. Regards, David.

Hey sospiri, remember when you sucked the kali too hard it would almost take your breath away and make you choke? Regards, david.

My ears used to ring like the bells of Saint Mary's when my mother caught me a whopper for ripping a tater in my gansy and the powk on my eye was always fixed with Granny White's wedding ring but I never worked out why. Also warts were rubbed with a bit of meat and the meat buried somewhere and...

We had a chimney fire during the black out which caused a big panic i can tell you. Ten minutes after dad put it out the sirens went for our usual heart starter as dad called it. Regards, David.

Hey Astonian what about as slow as Brown's Cows, whoever he was, and gawping in class like a pillock. Regards, David

Not my fault I can't spell proper mi mom never tort mi. Regards, David

Hello Astonian can you tell me about a person being drunk KALIDE (My spelling) it was in common use when I was a kid in the thirties around Aston. Thanks Mate and regards, David.

From its elbow was the one I remember. What about 'I'll gi yer a smack in the fizzogg if yer try ter tek that shrapnell orf mi.' Regards, David

I knew two people at Aston Commercial School, Norman Warrilow and Joan Humphries. Is there an old school site where it might be possible to say gudday again? Regards, David.

Dads Army were into everything and even though we sometimes laughed when they marched up the street carrying brooms, because they didn't have rifles in the early days, they were magnificent. I'm not sure if they guarded particular factories but the firewatchers did. I do remember going to bed...

I reckon you're like a good bottle of wine Astonian, the older yom get the better yom be. Kindest thoughts, David.

Gudday Alf, my granddad owned a part of the canal along the Litchfield Road opposite 'The Resa' near Spaghetti Junction. He had about fourteen coal barges and my dad started emptying them when he was ten years old. He had to walk to to a field near Whitton Cemetary to get his horse and reckoned...

When I was a nipper in Aston during the thirties into the war Mr Spencer had a grocery shop on the corner of Gladstone Street and Church Lane. He used to sell us kids cheap broken biscuits and one day I went into the shop to get some and he'd sold out. When I suggested he break a few good one's...

Hello Chris, when I was an ankle biter a hole in your clothing was called a 'tater'. Trousers were called 'bags' hence the nickname 'Taterbag. I was talking to my brother the other night on the telephone, he's now eighty, and he said 'Gudday Aussie Taterbag' ,it gave me quite a glow of pleasure...

Yes dipsydiva it meant someone was very lucky. There was another one which was, 'If he fell head first down a sewer, he'd come up with a mouth full of cocoa. Regards, David.

I used to go to 'Pet's Corner' before the war, and remember when the poor man looking after the parrots died. I'm sure it was from a virus carried by parrots but no doubt someone will put me right. Regards, David.

No Wendy these are not mine but it was a nice thought. Regards, David.

That was him and proud I am to admit it. Mind you it could have been my brother for he was Charlie too and might be nearer your age. Kind regards, David.

Hey Journeyman, What is a true Brummie is the question asked, and I can but answer it in this way. The Brummie I speak of had ginger hair, a powk on his eye, a tater in the seat of his bags and elbows worn out of his bottle green gansy. He breathed in the smog and dust of the thirties, and rode...

Hey John, all the kids in my class used to exchange shrapnal collections for marbles and gobstoppers. Regards David.