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Free Stuff For Kids-No.6-Hobby Horse Club-REPLY!

Oh how wonderful it was on Saturday morning to see a big envelope with a postmark from the English Folk Dance and Song Society.
Even more wonderful was the contents inside the envelope which gave us a magazine, a sticker and my self addressed envelope back with the stamp on-THIS IS GOOD BUSINESS!
However all of this is nothing compared to the photocopy of the original Hobby Horse Club magazine complete with application form and instructions about always wearing your badge so others know you are a Hobby Horse Club member. I truly wish one day to find one of these badges so I can wear one and everybody will flock around me and dance to a merry tune.







Letters-Writing to Sellafield for a list of current videos.

Sellafield when I was little was a place of far away wonder. Only other schools visited it and my primary school was never going to let us go further than Wigan Pier, however we did go to Chatterley Whitfield Mining Museum once but that is another story.
Anyway, Sellafield is far away from where I live and it was more a 'big school' trip.
It had a visitors centre as they used to show adverts for it like this; 



This whole experience was brought back to life for me when I found this very glossy 1990's brochure in my pile of papers and I immediately wanted to stand where that lady is and talk to her about the gift shop.



I wanted to go on the Sellafield Sightseer coach and see that swimming bath type building.

I wanted to walk in that blue tube and see the exciting array of life size working models.

I wanted to talk to that lady about that machine she has and see what that man had written on his very important clipboard. I REALLY wanted that visitor badge to keep forever.

I wanted th…

Photo Archive- The day Frank Sidebottom came to Liverpool for an hour.

Tidying under your bed can be either terribly upsetting or very refreshing depending on what you may find under there. Amongst 45 hair bobbles, a foot thick film of dust and various other unmentionables, my old suitcase filled with photographs started to appear. 
Going through them was also terribly upsetting as nobody told me at age 20 it was OK to wear a branded t shirt that said 'Hussy' on it. Cheers for that. I should have known better.

Anyway.. in the recesses of a Foto Processing packet were some photographs that I had long since forgotten about and the day itself. 
They were all about the time a normal shopping trip to Liverpool turned into a one hour show in the street from Frank Sidebottom.
My vague recollections of it were that my dad, sister and I were walking down Parker Street to Church Street from the car park. There used to be a circular plinth in the middle leading down and up into Church Street and each year it is where the Christmas tree still stands.
There was a …