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  1. Well, it's been quite a journey to write and illustrate this book which I have self-published. I seriously investigated the economic benefits of indie publishing and e-books but my memoir didn't suit their formats. They dislike the landscape format and they cringe at colour so in the end I had it printed here in Oz and I'm delighted with the quality and the result. I have sent a batch to friends and family in the UK and they arrived in 8 days. It has been extremely well received by my expat friends over here. Please check it out. Thanks.
  2. Thought I would revive this topic since the OP never got an answer to his question. The Cannon Hall was my local watering hole from '68 to '70 when it really used to buzz. Live bands in the disco, Frank White a regular, Whitbread Tankard, great memories. Never saw any serious altercations in those 2 years. I've seen a few pictures of it's demise, maybe on SH somewhere?
  3. Thanks St Annington, no, I had not seen it. I found it quite interesting that the cupolas in the link you provided had louvre vents and the one in my photo had windows. So it appears that a cupola can be for light or ventilation.
  4. A newspaper article on a fictional character? Sounds convincing. Have they been duped as well?
  5. Good work Edmund. I thought for a while that Sheffield had it's own T.E. Lawrence. The book you have ordered from Amazon, that's a reproduction of the 1918 version . . . yes?
  6. Second instalment. By this time Walter Greenway has taken an Arab wife, fathered 3 children and made his home in Aden, still posing as a Bedouin. One day in the Bazaar he hears two white men talking German, he hears that in the warehouse are clocks ready to be placed among the coal of British ships. That night the Bedouin was in the warehouse before the Germans came and heard how after one of them had distributed the explosive clocks among British ships, he was going to an arsenal in Bagdad. The Germans then retired but the Bedouin did not. He had much to do that night. It was necessary that he should set out speedily for Basra and Bagdad with a case of explosive clocks, intoxicating drinks and a German uniform. The sequel came when the Bedouin, disguised as a German officer, landed at dawn on the banks of the Tigris with a heavy case of new stores which were placed in the Bagdad arsenal by his direction. From his motor boat on the Tigris he saw the arsenal blow up with a roar that shook the earth, the clocks had all been set to explode at the same time and they had blown up the Turkish arsenal instead of the British ships.The last news which reached Mr Holmes in August 1917 was from a doctor at a hospital. He wrote, "A fortnight yesterday, an Arab woman brought her husband, an Englishman, to this hospital, he was suffering from acute dysentery from which he died on August 26th. He had lost an arm recently and his body was scarred by burnings." There is much more detail in the story than I have supplied here but what an amazing tale. Can anyone confirm it?
  7. Just read this amazing story in a book titled The King's England. Yorkshire West Riding. Edited by Arthur Mee. The story begins like this: It is in a humble grave in this churchyard (in Owston, Yorkshire) that there lie an old couple unknown to the world. Little did they think of fame or dream that their name would be known among men; but their boy is among the strange heroic figures of the British Empire and in all our tour of England we have come upon no more romantic tale than his. He is Walter Greenway, street arab of Sheffield. The story is 6 pages long so I will condense it, but keeping the most interesting parts as they appear in the book. Seven years before the Great War broke out, Mr Robert Holmes, the well known police court missionary of Sheffield was asked to see what he could make of a man in a certain police-court cell in that city. The man was well educated, spoke several languages, was a clerk, did not gamble, drink or smoke. He had however, been convicted 9 times of burglary and confessed to Mr Holmes "I shall never do any good where there are houses with attics. Put me on a sailing ship where I can climb the rigging . . " Mr Holmes, judging that the sea would give him the best chance, put him on a ship going to Colombo. Years passed without any news of him but in the second year of the war Mr Holmes received a letter from Mesopotamia showing that Walter Greenway was alive and using his instinctive daring to help the land of his birth. Mr Holmes felt so proud of his ne'er-do-well who was doing his bit for his country that he went from Sheffield to give the good news to the wanderer's father and mother but found that both had been laid in their graves at Owston and the man who had been posing as a Bedouin was an only child with no relatives. Three months after another letter arrived, it told how the Turks heard that a deaf and dumb Bedouin (Greenway often faked this condition) had been in the British camp and when he came back, they fired rifles close to his ears to see if he would start at the sound, then fired a big gun while he stood beside it until his ears and nostrils bled with the vibration; then scarred him with hot irons and tore out his fingernails to make him speak. but he was deaf as an adder and dumb as a stone. Then they prayed to Allah that vengeance should not fall on them for adding to an afflicted man's sorrow. Afterwards they treated him with kindness and he wandered about the camp recovering from his wounds. The finger-nail wounds however did not heal and gangrene set in. Again he appeared in the British camp and the British doctors had to amputate his left arm. Then the (apparently) dumb man spoke about the plans of the Turk and described the positions of their batteries and so saved many British lives. This is only about half of the story, I'll continue on tomorrow (it's past midnight here!) unless someone can access the book and finish it off for me. (page 278)
  8. My certificates said GCE, (when did GCE become GCSE?) CSE and good old YCFE. Well, I might have made that last one up but it sounds so much better than AS/A-level.
  9. " There's nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear, Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer."
  10. Just passed the 10th anniversary of Apple's release of the i-phone What's an i-phone? It's estimated they have sold a billion of them. Never had one. Australian's are among the heaviest per capita owners in the world. Don't want one. Soon 1/3 of the world's population will have one. I'll be in the 2/3. Many people say it's the one thing they cannot live without. Rather read a book. (Facts from a recent news item. Comments from me.)
  11. Or a sniggering dog? (Muttley???) Actually, I would use a black cockatoo they are a symbol of the district where we live, amazing birds. They fly down from the highlands, supposedly a harbinger of bad weather but that is just a myth. They come to eat the pine cones, they rip them apart with their incredibly strong beaks and leave the remains scattered on the ground. Yes I'm looking forward to this project, I'll post a photo when finished. Watch this space!
  12. Thanks RLongden, it's amazing what is out there if you know where to look. Searching the site you suggested lead me to yet another structure called a cupola which is a more modest design than the lantern roof and one which I feel confident to attempt. I might even put a weather vane on top! Thanks again.
  13. Thank you, your suggestions are most helpful. At least I know what I'm looking for now. Photo's however are in short supply, I will keep looking.
  14. I want to build one of these on my shed roof, it's sort of a skylight, I have seen them on old buildings such as hospitals but I don't know what they are called. I have googled skylights and dormer windows but they apparently are neither. I need some photographs or drawings. Can anyone put me on the right track?
  15. Must say it is wonderful to see three stalwarts of SH posting. Seems like the site has undergone a huge seachange in the last 12 months which is not unusual in this day and age, but the site hasn't changed, it's still Sheffield History. The old guard have just moved on, run out of steam or inspiration perhaps. I imagine, like me, they check the site regularly but are 'otherwise indisposed' to respond, thinking "Oh yes, we covered that in '07" or something like that. Or maybe our own lives have changed, things beyond your control, or things more pressing than some social media experience that was once important to you. If you think the site is too structured to accept personal input there is always 'General Chat'. Even if you had zero response, it could be quite therapeutic to unload and I for one would be interested to read your (not too personal) stories. Cheers, Thylacine