72 thoughts on “ALL OUR YESTERDAYS”

  1. Don’t think Tennent’s Lager could get away with that marketing strategy now…..

    Queen Mary II was really just QM but added the suffix when the Cunarder was launched. Plain QM again, I think. The only survivor of a number of 20 knot – plus turbine steamers on the Clyde. Hope it can be returned to service some day.

    That white vehicle looks like an Eastern European car – Yugo or similar ? But name on bonnet looks longer than 4 letters.

    Barefoot Sandie, winner of Eurovision with Puppet on a String.

    Dora Bryan ?


    1. The white car – pic 16 – is a Chrysler Sunbeam, the model that replaced the Hillman Imp and built in Linwood using mainly Avenger running gear. Pic 7 is of Gugliemo Marconi, wondering how he’s going to get that wireless working again after he’s taken it to bits…


      1. He did, Morego! The picture was taken at Signal Hill, Newfoundland, in December 1901 where he received the first trans-Atlantic wireless signal from Poldhu in Cornwall with the kit w see in front of him. What we don’t see is the huge kite that carried the aerial that was ‘first receiver’ for the signal – simply the Morse Code for the letter S.

        The photo is from ‘100 Years in Pictures – 1851-1951’, published by Odhams, London. It belonged to my dad and was a boyhood favourite for me. Naturally, it was one of the many I saved from his collection and shipped from Scotland when he died , but only recently re-emerged after re-organising bookshelves here. You’ll be seeing more from it in AOY in the weeks to come.

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        1. Magic picture, John, looking forward to seeing your pick from the books.
          I makes me remember looking through my father-in -laws collection, wish I had been there to save them.
          My only piece is a power station, steam engine and generator with lamps, he got it as a boy, must be nearly 100 years old by now, fired by meths, still capable of working, made in Germany, 1920’s

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        2. Thanks for that, John. Fascinating detail. I recognised Marconi straight off but that was all. Looking forward to more pictures in the times to come , by your good grace…

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    2. I had a friend from Australia who was horrified by the Tennant’s cans when she came to visit. She said it wouldn’t be allowed in Oz. That was in 1983 or 1984. Not sure when they stopped putting the girls on.

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    3. LOL. It went along with Page 3 girls. Does the Sun still do that, does anyone know?

      It’s actually Chrysler Sunbeam, Cairnallochy, from the late 70s. Dora Bryan, it is.


  2. Pic 1 – Glesca, Stockwell street – late 1960s/early 70s? Pic 2 – The Tennents Lager Lovelies – just as well to have something to look at on the back of the can, contents were foul (IMHO) Pic 3 – Paddy’s Market, Glesca – sadly missed. It’s almost impossible now for a one-legged man to buy a single shoe or for anybody to purchase 5th-hand troosers. Pic 4 – Steamer Queen Mary II on the Broomielaw, Clyde Navigation Trust/Clyde Port Authority building in the background. Pic 5 – Dora Bryan Pic 14 – Love Hearts – you can still buy them – but I wouldn’t recommend it – yeeugghhh! Pic 15 – Wean ootside a corset shop – some of the stuff in the windae looks like armour or surgical appliances. Pic 18 – Sandie Shaw 1960s ❤️ Pic 19 – The Grassmarket, Embra – looks like a horse sale – maybe last week?

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    1. The Tennents girls, I worked with Janis , she and I were directors with one of Sir Hugh Fraser’s company’s, nice lass.
      The original Queen Mary, later designated the second to accommodate the majestic Cunard Queen.
      My brother and I stayed with our grandparents for about 2yrs, my Grandad, a miner, gave my brother and I a choice of pocket money or an adventure. We normally headed out for an adventure, trains or bus trips, North Berwick, Burntisland, Peebles. Rations were a shared bottle of ginger and a scotch pie each. Ice cream sometimes dependent on how much of grandads pocket money was left. They were always early starts since Gran had dinner on the table at 4, being late was not an option. Anyway after a bacon and egg breakfast we would headed out, on this occasion not knowing where we were going. The number 2 bus took us from Newcraighall to the station, the train took us to Glasgow, Grandad refusing to tell us where we were going. Leaving the station we walked down to the Clyde and finally we knew what our adventure for the day was, a trip on the Queen Mary. I was 8 at the time, so it looked pretty impressive from a small boys perspective. What a day we had. Needless to say we were late for dinner.

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      1. What a great story, Golfie.

        I love the idea of an adventure as opposed to pocket money. What an inventive man your grandad was.

        I notice you don’t say what were the repercussions of being late on that occasion!


      2. There used to be a number 2 bus which waited at the stop in Gorbals St directly opposite the Citizen’s Theatre to convey the pointy-heidit patrons, such as I, back to our West End abodes at the end of the evening performance. There was no waiting bus to convey people southwards!

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          1. I do not think a ‘communist front’ like the Citizens in the 60s and 70s, with Havergall, Macdonald, Hayman et al, would have been popular with the Merc owning class in Newton Mearns and environs. It was west enders and secondary school Higher Grade English classes that formed almost the entire audiences.

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              1. The ‘posh’ areas are just on the other side of the city boundary, so that they do not have to pay the higher community charge. Of course, almost all of them earn their living in Glasgow and adversely affect the quality of life of the city residents who live on either side of the main roads, such as Maryhill Road, Springburn Road, Balmore Road, Kilmarnock Road, as they roar in and out of the city in their gas guzzling 4x4s.

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    2. LOL. Ohhhhh, Andi, Conan’s gonna love you!!!

      I went to Albania with the University in the early 90s, when it was still an isolated hard Stalinist state. On arrival at Tirana Airport everything was searched to ensure that we brought in neither religious nor pornographic material. One of the women had a Woman’s Own type magazine, and it was confiscated. It wasn’t the knitting patterns, but the bra advertisements, which caught the eye of the guards.

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      1. Reminds me of an advert torn out the times magazine when in the library in Saudi.
        When home I got the magazine in the local library to see what the advert was like.
        It was an advert for Slumberland beds and the offending article in the ad was a wee yellow duckling sitting on the exposed pocketed springs.
        We used to get american tv programmes on the local tv, Taxi lasted all of 10 minutes as all of wee Danny’s sketches were cut as was the dancing show, no bare skin allowed.
        Strange that the london police show, Minders, was never cut, they didn’t understand the dialogue.
        The local tv transmitter had output from video tapes and football was a hoot, we used to watch the game then phone the operator to rewind the tape to reshow the incidents, what the locals made of it I can only imagine.

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        1. I’m just surprised that they streamed any Western shows, Dave. There must bave been short skirts and in football, bare legs. What would that have done to the locals?

          In Albania all radio from abroad was blocked, although they didn’t always manage it. and some Italian and Yugoslav (Montenegrin) stuff got through. There was television, but the joke was that at the end of the night, the continuity person said “Goodnight Comrade Secretary Alia” because he was the only one who had a tv.

          Almost no one spoke English as it was the language of the hated America. (I don’t think the average person had heard of Britain), But Enver Hoxha had been educated in Paris, so at least some people spoke French.

          Weird place. I look at some of the photos of Tirana and Durres today and it’s like another world.


          1. All the bare skin was edited out and Danny’s abuse was as well.
            A funny was watching an episode of ‘The Good Life’.
            The one where the pair are doing the local college night class, I think, about the new way of living with the planet.
            We couldn’t understand the what was happening as Felicity Kendal’s part was cut severely.
            Only when a copy was smuggled into us did we see that she was wearing a thin summer dress and was being shot with a large sunny window behind her and the boys were silently watching, the joke was Tom couldn’t keep them in line.
            Programmes stopped to show the ‘Prayer Time’ card, just like a test card, in mid flow.

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            1. LOL. The Good Life.

              I just bought a box set for my mother who enjoys looking at old comedy shows… Keeping up Appearances, Allo Allo, Porridge, etc.

              It was dreadful, although I’m sure it was amusing at the time. I love Felicity Kendal and Penelope Keith and the bloke that played her husband (Yes Minister), although I couldn’t stand Richard Briers. But dear oh dear, the scripts were terrible.


      2. Where I was a student we used to listen to Radio Tirana English broadcasts where they all spoke with Australian accents!
        You could pick up fascinating titbits, like the state had built another 10 universities or hospitals in the past week.
        It was great fun. Just not if you were Albanian. In Albania.

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        1. Ha ha. I was interviewed for Radio Tirana while I was there. They sent a car for me, took me to the studio (as if I were a star) and asked me all sorts of questions about how I found Albania. I was bright enough not to say that it was awful… which indeed it wasn’t.

          For all the things that were terrible about it, there were things that were good. The people were lovely. Everything was cheap. The roads were in fantastic condition. It was spotlessly clean.

          I’d not like to have spent more than a week there though.


  3. A request – does anyone have any old (1960s/70s) pictures of Stirling? I’m from Stirling and I’d quite like to see/remember how it was.
    I have a very bad memory but I do remember Gavins where we got our school uniforms. Boots had a tiny wee room up some stairs which is where prescriptions were (I think). There was also a shop where my dad would buy his coffee and you paid at a wee kiosk in the middle of the room (again, I think).
    Any others on here with memories of Stirling?

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    1. A bit too far west for me, though I do remember when the university was just built, and the queen came to “open” it, some students heckled her, and the press reacted with it’s usual faux outrage hysteria.

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    2. Fond boyhood memories of Stirling, Tatu. The train from Oban to Glasgow went through Stirling back then, and as it was a busy junction there were always ‘new’ engines to spot and note the numbers. It was also the venue for my first National Mod – 1961 I think, and second year in high school. A great adventure being away from home, staying in a hotel, visiting the castle, and of course taking part in the competitions. Children’s Mod was then only two days – Monday-Tuesday. Bus out Sunday afternoon, home Tuesday evening, but it felt like an extend holiday.

      Last there on a trip back to Scotland about 25 years ago, and found a great antiquarian bookshop. Can’t name the street, but it was pretty central and shouldn’t be hard to find – if it’s still there. So many bookshops have closed. It also stocked all kinds of memorabilia – letters, post-cards, and assorted bric-a-brac so just the place you’re looking for, if it’s not too late. Could have stayed there all day (and all night) leafing through the musty tomes. Just wish I’d bought more of them.

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        1. I was in the school choir until age overtook me and my voice dropped. No part for a 14-year-old basso profundo. That meant joining the town Gaelic choir and could stay at the Mod all week because of taking part in adult choir competitions. My mate Angus was a top tenor and I as started as a second tenor, but quickly got shifted to first bass as I still couldn’t reach the high notes. One season there, and then down to second bass with the deep river boys whose gravel-tone vocal chords had been shaped by years of whisky and tobacco. On that basis, I’ve probably dropped on octave in the intervening decades.

          My main activity in the children’s section was oral – story-telling, reciting poetry, doing monologues etc. Still got a wee book that was a prize from Stirling – ‘Scottish Clans and Their Tartans’ (39th edition), published by W&AK Johnston and GW Bacon Ltd, Edinburgh & London.

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      1. I remember Woolies. I’ll look online. Just to add to my original comment – I no longer live there or have any family members living there now. I first left Stirling in the late 70s. Went back in mid 90s but only stayed four years until I left again. Haven’t been back since sadly.

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    3. Sorry, Tatu, no pictures, but, like John, many fond memories of Stirling. A friend and his young family lived in a flat in the old Drill Hall in Princes Street, right in the city centre. I visited often over weekends and got to know Stirling pretty well. I loved the view from the Castle Esplanade out over the town towards the Wallace Monument with the Ochil Hills as a backdrop – particularly splendid on a bright winter’s day with snow on the Ochils. The Castle itself, of course, well worth exploring. The Holy Rude Kirk, too, and the Old Town Cemetery with its unusual Wigtown Martyrs’ Monument and strange Star Pyramid. Interesting old buildings like Mar’s Wark on the walk up to the castle. the peaceful ruins of Cambuskenneth Abbey by the River Forth and the Smith art Gallery and Museum. I haven’t been back for several years (friend moved) but I’m minded to go back, once the lock-down is over. I’m sure if you Google some of the places I’ve mentioned you’ll likely get some pics to remind you.

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    4. Sorry Tatu no images just a memory, of the Stirling Heads, sometimes called medalions. If you get the chance to visit make time to spend admiring the Stirling Heads.
      Back in the early 80s my wife and I ran a small woodworking shop, she was a wood and stone carver to trade. We were commisioned to make a copy of one of the Stirling heads for an award, it was Hercules the one bottom right.

      It was a weekday mid season when we visited the castle to hopefully get some images, measurements etc. Herc was up on the wall, not the ceiling but still high up. Whilst we were buggering about with sketch pad, thumbs, tapemeasures, 35mm camera and wondering if I could hoist my wife up on my shoulders and hold her steady enough to get some decent images, one of the castle staff came over;
      “Wit ye dae in?”
      Me, “Are you not allowed to take photos?”
      Staffer, “naw, no really. Bit whit are ye dae in”
      Me, “we’ve been given this commision to carve a replica of him, Herc”
      Staffer, “Aw right, nae probs pal” and away he went. To come back with a ladder and took Herc down, laid him on the floor and left us with Hercules, “jist tell me when yur feenished, awright.”
      These medallions are about 1m in diameter and leave a powerful impression. The commision was for a replica, on a stand about 250mm in diameter. We photographed, measured and admired till chucking out time.

      We completed the commision, we were both pleased with the result, managing to maintain Herc’s powerful presence even when shrunk. The ad company must also been pleased, they had a mould taken and were producing bronze castings. They wouldn’t have got that for £300 quid but I was more naive then.

      Haven’t mentioned any of this before, incase the castle staff got into trouble. He will have retired now, as I have. I have thanked him many times for his assistance, every time I bring Herc and the other heads to mind.

      When this covid stuff is over Stirling is on my list of places to visit.

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        1. Thanks Tris, that’s Herc. Square jawed, hirsute, proud and powerful.
          The original was made in three pieces of oak on the quarter, if I remember right and a few lumps missing from the shortbread crust framing and age had caused the grain and some medullary rays to stand out looking like tooling marks.

          I thought we might have been invited to make a replica or two. It’s not sour grapes but I didn’t think much of the replica Hercules, hair not right and the essence of power missing.

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      1. Well done!
        I think my first reply may have gone into your spam folder again, probably because it included a link to the London Bus Museum?

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      1. Oh well done sir, I’m impresed.
        I can now identify a pre-war (1937) AEC Regent. Currently its an un-restored exhibit in the London Bus Museum, part of a wartime display. This picture was taken during the 1971 Brighton rally.
        History of the vehicle may be found here.

        (if you don’t mind me asking, what is the issue with these ‘lh3’ google links?)


        1. I hope they are going to restore it soon. It’s a beauty.

          No idea what the problem is… Technology is a closed book to me.

          But I’m glad to have sorted out the problem even if I understand not how.


  4. Blackjacks – made your tongue go black.
    Love Hearts – too sweet from me.
    Jelly Babies – good in small amounts but I never knew how to stop.

    Sandie Shaw

    Sandie Shaw Pourvu que ca dure

    Dora Bryan – a little bio video from a fan

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  5. I found something that was too sweet for you, Marcia! Wow!

    I think Sandi had some hits in France and she was involved in “A tale of two rivers” an ITV series back in the 60s with French and British stars.

    Good old Dora. I didn’t realise she’d had such a long career. I saw her in a few comedy shows.


  6. The Queen Mary II photo is from the summer of 1954, ’55 or ’56. She was fitted with a mainmast in 1954 and was reboilered for the 1957 season with one funnel.

    She’s just left Bridge Wharf on the south side of the river, almost certainly on the 11 o’clock sailing to Dunoon, Rothesay and the Kyles of Bute – and with a good crowd onboard perhaps indicating it’s during the Glasgow Fair – the apparently dull weather would certainly support that!

    Withdrawn from service in 1977 she spent many years as a floating restaurant and bar on the Thames in London. Rescued as a rapidly deteriorating derelict lying in a dock in Tilbury by an enthusiastic team of volunteers she arrived back on the Clyde in 2016.

    Now lying at the science centre at the entrance to the former Princes Dock she is being restored for a static role and will be permanently moored near the SECC and Hydro. Alas she will never sail again, however restored to her former 1930s glory inside and out including (I believe) a restaurant and café, she will a great attraction and venue for events.

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  7. Reading about Woollies reminded me of my early days in New York City in the mid 70s..

    One of the sights recommended to me was the “Woolworth Building” with the recommendation that it was “really old”.

    I was not impressed – by my Scottish standards that meant at minimum a couple of hundred years

    The Wiki entry says
    The skyscraper was originally conceived by F. W. Woolworth, the founder of a brand of popular five-and-ten-cent stores, as a headquarters for his eponymous company. Woolworth planned the skyscraper jointly with the Irving National Exchange Bank, which also agreed to use the structure as its headquarters. The Woolworth Building had originally been planned as a 12- to 16-story commercial building, but underwent several revisions to its plans during its planning process. Its final height was not decided upon until January 1911. Construction started in 1910, and it was completed two years later. The building officially opened on April 24, 1913.

    I learned something today too, as further down the Wiki entry it says,
    Though the Irving National Exchange Bank moved its headquarters to 1 Wall Street in 1931, the Woolworth Company (later Venator Group) continued to own the Woolworth Building for most of the 20th century.

    I worked for a bank in New York. Irving Trust which had its headquarters at – you guessed it – 1 Wall Street.

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      1. 1976 thru 2005. Worked in a bank in IT.
        Did I like living there? Yes for most of the time, but after 9/11 it was not the same and I am much happier back here. I dread to think of how living under Trump would be especially right now.

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