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  1. Pic 2 – those DC Thomson stalwarts, The Broons from Glebe Street, Auchenshoogle (there’s a real Auchenshuggle in Glesca). L to R Joe, Daphne, Granpaw (in the picture), Horace, Maggie and Hen. Maw and Paw in the foreground with The Bairn, flanked by the twins. Jings! Crivvens! Help ma boab! Pic 3 – Patrick MacNee & Diana Rigg as Steed and Mrs. Emma Peel in The Avengers. Pic 5 – M1? Pic & – Dick van Dyke and Mary Tyler Moore. Pic 10 – pair of vintage wasters – see under Windsor, Saxe-Coburg Gotha, House of. Pic 11 – Kim Novak. Pic 17 – Billy Cotton (“Wakey! Wakey!”) and Joe Brown (of Joe Brahn and the Bruvvers)

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    1. Similar pictures from the Dick Van Dyke show are sometimes misidentified on the internet as the Mary Tyler Moore show, which ran about ten years later.


        1. Tris…..No, the Mary Tyler Moore Show had a great ensemble cast of characters, but Dick Van Dyke was not in it. Both shows have often run in reruns. Mary was very good. I love the episode in the Van Dyke Show where she was on a TV program and accidentally let it be known that Dick’s irascible boss…….a TV star played by Carl Reiner (who actually wrote and produced the Dick Van Dyke Show)…….is bald.

          Job interview episode with Ed Asner, Mary Tyler Moore Show.

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      1. Interesting picture! A reminder of how the imperial state crown has been remade frequently for the reigning monarch. With both wearing crowns, this was likely a coronation photograph, which would date it to 1901. It clearly does not have the Cullinan II Diamond in the front, under the black prince’s ruby. Wiki says that the Cullinan II was placed there in 1909, and the Stuart Sapphire was moved to the back. The area of the crown in the photograph is actually not very well in focus, and I can’t actually make out the sapphire, although the famous ruby shows up well enough.

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      1. While there is no longer a field of rye there, there is a good urban woodland at Auchenshuggle, which was given a boost at the time of the Commonwealth Games. Heading east from the city centre it is on the south side of London Road just before the roundabout with the turn-off for Cambuslang. Worth a look.

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        1. NO. You’re not.

          Our other linguistic expert, Ed, often shows the links between languages, as does John (Bulgaria), who is a native Gaelic speaker. There seem to be connections between Gaelic and Bulgarian.

          I find it fascinating.

          Thanks for the pronunciation guide. Most non Gaelic speakers find it perplexing to put it mildly.


          1. Not on rye there isn’t. Bulgarian is ruzhen, but I have come across another match: soap. Siabunn in Gaelic and sapun in Bulgarian. Another addition to my vocabulary is ‘kit’. Nothing to do with cats or equipment, it’s Bulgarski for whale.

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            1. Rye is rozh’ in Russian, i.e., cognate with English rye, but soap is mylo (not My Law, the y is a peculiar Russian vowel that sounds as if you want to be sick, and the lo is very kissy-faced rounded. Stress on the first vowel). Stuff for washing, basically, is what it means.

              Then in German we have Roggen as in Roggenbrot, Dutch rogge, Swedish råg. In Spanish and Portuguese, however, it’s centeno / centeio, which come from Latin centum, i.e. 100. Unfortunately, I have no idea why.

              We don’t just have siabunn / sapun / savon in English in the word soap, we also have it in saponification, saponin and so on.

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            2. I’m surprised that it took you that long to learn the word for whale. I mean it must be a word one uses many times during the course of a day! 🙂


    2. Andi…..The children in pic 2 look like small old people. Drawing small children that actually look like small children must be a challenge. Reminded me of this:

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      1. Danny, thanks for the wee film on why mediaeval babies look like old men. Of course, the notion of children as “cute” little people, as opposed to miniature adults or even imps of Satan, is a relatively recent one historically speaking. The Victorians were probably the first to elevate childhood to a quasi-angelic state. That’s perhaps not surprising in view of the appalling child mortality rates – a stroll through any cemetery or churchyard with Victorian monuments can be a sobering, not to say emotive, experience. Prior to the Victorian era, child mortality rates were doubtless even higher . It’s not to say that parents didn’t love their children but it probably wasn’t a good idea to invest too much hope for their future. I’ve always been much taken by the term “homunculus” = little man. Here in Scotland, young male children are often referred to, or addressed, as “the wee man”, as in, “How’s the wee man keepin’ – is he ower that cauld?”

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        1. Andi……One side of my family lived for generations in a fairly compact rural area in central Missouri. From genealogical research and some old family records, I happen to know a lot about a great-great grandmother. She had four children. One died at the age of one year, and another lived to be 5. A third lived to adulthood but died of tuberculosis at the age of 33. Only one in the family of four, my great grandfather, lived to old age. When I stroll the old country cemeteries in the area, making notes of names and dates, etc, I always notice how many of the graves are children and young adults.

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  2. Pic 9 is Picardy Place. It looks nothing like that nowadays, really. I think the only reason I recognised it is because I once had serious EEEK! moment there.

    I had a dud hire car from Hertz, who had an office there, and was trying to take it back in to them. However, the CV joint which had been screaming at me for the whole weekend came apart just as I was coming up the uphill side of the roundabout, changing gear and circling to the right round the top… but somehow I managed to drift to a stop not too far away from the Hertz office, but the view, which has the Shakespeare pub on that gusset on the top left, is sort of burned into my brain.

    There’s a plaque on that pub somewhere, if I remember, that tells you that Arthur Conan Doyle was born near there, but the flat is gone now, in one or another wave of urban renewal or slum clearance, don’t ask me which.

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    1. Ed, didn’t know that was Picardy Place but there’s a pub called The Conan Doyle nearby in York Place and a statue of his famous sleuth just across the road. I’ve been in the boozer but wasn’t aware of the local connection – too much use of the wine glass as opposed to the magnifying glass, I suspect.

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        1. Not only that, Danny, Conan Doyle’s inspiration for Sherlock Holmes was the Edinburgh surgeon, Joseph Bell. Doyle was his clerk for a time at Edinburgh Royal Infirmary.

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          1. Andi, Tris………That’s interesting. Perhaps 221B Baker Street would have been better located in Edinburgh. I didn’t realize that Conan Doyle was such a prolific writer. I’ve read all the Holmes stories.

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              1. Even in the Victorian days, publishers had an eye for the market and a London setting had a bigger potential readership than Auld Reekie. He would have been competing for market with Robert Louis Stevenson who had the Embra location well-covered.

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                  1. A further thought: Holmes and Dr Watson were quintessentially English public school types and probably deliberately written as such by Doyle, perhaps on the advice of an editor/publisher. He would have had to create different personas if he had located them in Edinburgh. Edinburgh, of course, had a fair number of private schools, but I think the ethos was different to those in England. Given the different Scottish legal system I think he would have needed to give his Embra Holmes a different approach.

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              1. FM…….”Hound of the Baskervilles” was a 1939 American film that introduced me to Sherlock Holmes when I saw it on TV. Although it inaugurated the popular series of films starring Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce, top billing for that first one went to Richard Greene (as Sir Henry Baskerville,) a bigger box office star of the time. “Hound” was also the first Holmes I read, before I read the other novels and short stories.

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      1. (Vaguely) I could be wrong… (googles frantically) no, the Shakespeare is on Lothian Road, it is in fact the Conan Doyle on that bit at the end of York Place with the plaque and whatnot. Silly me, relying on my motheaten old memory! I am covered in shame.

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      1. I think I want one of the ones that says so-and-so was born here on such-and-such a date – they always put them half way up walls, which must be a terrifically uncomfortable place for any woman to give birth, if in fact it is possible at all.

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  3. Re The Avengers. There was a record called “Peel the Reel” which was a compilation of audio from the TV series when Diana Rigg played Emma Peel. Someone found the actual footage and matched the audio to the video segments.

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    1. She lived in Stirling at one time. I remember she acted as the chieftain of the games one year in Callander. Don’t know if she is still there.

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      1. She lives in Hammersmith according to Wikipedia (although in that interview she says she has a home in France too.)

        She was married to Archibald Stirling, a theatrical producer and former officer in the Scots Guards, from 25 March 1982,[24] until their divorce in 1990 after his affair with the actress Joely Richardson. With Stirling, Rigg has a daughter, actress Rachael Stirling, who was born in 1977. (Wikipedia)


  4. Pic 14 is Paris, 1940s?

    No idea where in Paris (presumably some market) but its definitely Paris with those buildings in the background.


    1. Les Halles, Vestas. 1950,so very very close.


      There’s a Métro station there. I wanted to go there way back and I asked the guy at the ticket sales how to get to it.

      I pronounced it Layz All, which to me would have seemed the correct pronunciation (making the liason between the “s” of “les” and the silent “H” of “Halles”,

      In a very nice and polite way the lovely man took the time to explain to me that, whilst my theory was correct, this was one of these infuriating exceptions that dog most languages. and that the pronunciation was LAY ALLE. No liason!

      Of course some might think that that was impolite, correcting a foreigner but I was trying to learn to speak good French, and he did it in a courteous way. His kindness will never be forgotten.

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      1. Parisians have a reputation for being impolite which in my experience is quite unjustified. I too have similar memories of patience, courtesy and kindness which remain with me .

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        1. It’s by and large been my experience, Jake.

          Last time I was there with a mate he wanted to take a selection of cheese home to his mum.

          We went too a wee market near to Gare du Nord and found a stall selling cheese. I explained what we wanted. Selection of different French cheese, small in size (for fitting in baggage). She explained each cheese as she cut small bits, and let us taste. We selected half a dozen; she cut off pieces and then shrink wrapped them so they would stay fresh and so the rest of our stuff wouldn’t stink.

          Lovely lady, and my mate’s mum tells me… lovely cheese.

          I’ve found that telling people that you are from Scotland helps.

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    1. You are right, Niko. It did both.

      In the course of my work, I have seen some of the reports these advisors write, having attended interviews in a support capacity.

      They bear no resemblance to the interview.

      I have even demanded (you must do this well in advance) that the interview be taped.

      It breaks rules to do it on your phone and is not admissible as evidence.

      The trouble is that they use cassettes. You know, the 21st century hasn’t touched the great British Empire yet.

      The one time the client had managed to do that, the cassette broke the first time that we tried to play it back.

      Presumably they got a job lot of 40 year old cassettes at something like £25 a piece, from a big donor to the Conservative Party!

      Here’s the guy’s book


      It would be a good idea for voters to remember that a stroke, heart attack, cancer, road accident and a thousand other things are potentially a heartbeat away from any of us.

      This guy was getting ready for work. No warning. His life changed.

      Of course, if you are a government minister doubtless you’d get a knighthood, lordhood or some such and free healthcare and a generous pension would be immediately forthcoming.

      For the rest of us… not so much.

      Rule Britannia. Can we do up another house for another royal?

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    2. Rather similar to my own experience. I remember calling DWP for the I-don’t-know-how-manyeth time, after being threatened with yet another assessment visit, and telling them to just stop paying me any PIP at all as I didn’t want to go through yet another assessment. Added that it was entirely up to them, but any assessor could just as well write his or her report in the comfort of their own office without the bother of coming out to see me, as they were works of fiction anyway.

      Eventually I was persuaded to try again, but that time I went with the local Council’s Welfare Rights Office who shepherded my claim through all the obstacles DWP throw up. Over the phone, I got to know a lovely lady called Dot who let me know at one point that DWP hated it when her office took on people’s cases because it knew they wouldn’t be able to get away with anything.

      One thing that also helped was that I organised myself to be wired for sound, and let DWP know that I would be recording any future interviews with me at home.

      The worst assessor asked me to subtract 2 from 9, and asked me to repeat the words “red green blue¨. That was the assessment of my mental acuity… obviously a very thorough and complex assessment of cognitive decline. Not my problem, particularly, but if they use that approach on people who are in fact affected…

      DWP also ignored every piece of evidence from GP and specialist doctors, including the cardiologist who’d headed the team that saved my life once and poked about in my heart another couple of times with the result that I’m still here five years later. Then they said I hadn’t provided any medical evidence. Just as for examples…

      I know quite a few disabled people who refuse to claim the benefits to which they’re entitled because they can’t face going through the stress of the PIP process again. And now we have Universal Credit, which I’m really dreading.

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      1. A fearsome ordeal for people who are ill. Particularly those too ill to bother with irritating officialdom and phone calls to lines that tell you “your call is important to us, but we are experiencing extremely high traffic at this time” (and all other times too!).

        I too know people who have refused to carry on, because it is better to use their savings than to have to go through DWP torture.

        I have a friend who has an autistic son. I guess most of us know that autism is incurable. Aye? Well not the DWP who regularly get him in for assessment.

        Welfare rights is the way to go.


      1. And that happens to a lot of people. The ones that have the ability to steer through the mess, or can get help. It takes, of course, months of hardship.

        I’m glad for your brother though, Niko.

        Tell him we were all cheering him on here at the republic.


  5. We can only bask in the loveliness of Maggie Broon. Ma must’ve been on a ‘nicht oot’ with Pa at home watching Hen, Joe and Daphne when she was conceived. Pair Daphne, but wait a minute, there’s no family resemblance between any of them (apart from the twins and maybe the bairn)

    Maybe Paw Broons proud, smug expression was just a mask for some well founded insecurity.

    Maybe of course, it was down to the artistic ability of the cartoonist and if so why did he hate Daphne? Is grandpaw deed, hence the picture, naebdy telt me?

    Maybe I need to get a life?

    Ho, hum.

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