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I remember going there as a very young child in the early 50s. It was probably a pantomime but the lead comic’s catch phrase was ‘wotcha cock’. Can’t remember his name but afterwards we received a plastic lapel badge with the catch phrase underneath a cock – of the chicken variety! Ring any bells for anyone? Could have been Max Miller?
Hi Elsa, thanks for your clear explanation of No 12, which really does solve the mystery. I’ve been interested in the WWII bombing of Brighton for many years, and took the photo of your house about 10 or more years ago. At that time I felt sure that the local history stories about No 13 being bombed must have been wrong, and that it was really No 12, look how wrong you can be. I also have a few photos of the bomb damage, and now I know, “it really was No 13”. Thanks again Peter.
Hello Peter, How lovely to be featured in your Mystery Photo gallery.
I have lived at 12 Princes Terrace for 40 years. The house was built in 1914. When we bought it, it was a house with a small detached garage alongside. The plot of land it sits on is exactly the same as 3 of the terraced houses either side. We always thought that 3 houses were planned perhaps?
Originally, the garage belonged to No 11, but was purchased by No 12 for around £64.
You are right about the bomb damage, and I believe it was just No 13 – who have a photo of the damage which appears just to be the rear of their house. When we moved in – everything was painted black, floors, stairs…etc
In 2009 we demolished the garage and extended the house.
I have all the deeds of the property, which make an interesting read, however, there is absolutely nothing that says why the house was built differently to all the others.
There is a lovely wall that runs along the back of all the houses, and I have tried to find out who owns it – and nobody knows.
If only we could borrow the Tardis for a day or so to go back and find the answers..
Thanks again for finding my house interesting.
Well done John!!!
I was at this school 1950-57. Miss Bishop ,Miss Chaffee ( who during WW2 was evacuated to Yorkshire) Miss Bennet ,Miss Sharman and Mr Brown who rode a moped. Alas I have no pictures just snippets of memories including Mr Slaters efforts to raise and lower the Union Flag to half mast on the death of the King.
I was one of the demolition workers way back in 1974?. A beautiful building that should have been preserved. I had the tongue and groove timber from the stairs leading down to the Galleon bar, looked lovely in my front room!
I would just like to add one more comment, when I was at Coombe Road some of my mates set me up as a senior manager at CVA when they filled in a form from an engineering magazine putting me in as the manager of the centre. Then one day Gil Percy called me in to his office to tell me that there was someone downstairs waiting to see me so he took me down to meet this man from a company I cannot remember to say he had come to set up some system to help us out, as you can guess I knew nothing so Gil and me and the rep from the outside company soon realised that it was a set up. Gil apologised to the man who left then I believe we went back up and Gil got all the apprentices in and gave them a little telling off. To this day I still do not know who the perpetrators were as they were not brave enough to confess, I do have my suspicions as to who they were but they have never come forward to admit it was them. I do understand why as I probably would have done it to somebody else if I had been approached, its what stupid teenagers do from time to time. Just to let you know I did survive. Regards John Plowman.
Well what a trip down memory lane here. Visited the Cottage most Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays early 70s. Met Jeff, we just clicked, laughed at the same daft things and got married in 1976. Seems like a lifetime ago now and this year is our 46th anniversary …. wow that does make me feel old. We’re both retired now !!!! Fabulous jukebox for sure and remember many friends, Annie, Sue, Debbie, Melissa (who went out with Jeff’s brother Des), remember Pat Bates, Al, Hairy, Side, Howard, Mick and Jo to mention but a few. Was shocked and saddened to hear one day at work when the maintenance man was so sad telling us that his daughter had died. He was so proud telling us all about her. He showed us a photo of her and of course I recognised her instantly as Jo. Remember too we’d often push off to the K&Q and another place by St Peter’s Church, can’t remember what it was called now. Both very different people now though as tragedy struck back in 2004 when our fantastic son, Sam, passed away really suddenly suffering a severe reaction to ‘something’ which turned out to be severe anaphylaxis shock. We miss him every second of every day and life changed for us forever in that moment. We’ve both sat here reading some of the messages on this site and thanks a million for making us laugh. Best wishes to friends from way back and hope life’s been kind to you all.
Hi Brian – me again. My cousin (daughter of Maureen) asked if you were a teacher at Fawcett??
Hi Brian Matthews Sorry for delay in replying. Thanks so much for your response. Yes it is the same lady ! She had 2 elder sisters and one younger sister and an older brother. Any stories/photos would be greatly appreciated. 🙂
My grandad was Reg Winterborn. He died at the impressive age of 98. Any stories or photos anyone can share would be amazing.
I remember Willy Pope. He kicked me in the back of the calf during Masters v Prefects football game in 1963/63. I still feel it when the weather turns cold!
The pizza restaurant right at the top left hand side, still the best ones ever. Also a “dolly” boutique again at the top small shop and loads to buy circa 1969. How lovely to be 16 then and no worries about being out late dashing to pool valley to get last bus home, so many memories of a very happy era.
Does anyone have any information about The Ballad Tree Cafe? My father Eric Barker ran it at some point and also lived above it for a while. My mother met my father when he was running the cafe around 1959 – 1961 and they were married and together until my father passed away in 2019. I’d love to see a photo of the Ballad Tree and be able to share it with my Mum. Does anyone remember my Father, Eric Barker? My email is firstname.lastname@example.org
In the first picture I am the boy on the lathe that Mr Muggeridge is looking at. My name is John Plowman and I lived in Coombe Road and I started at CVA in 1969. We had a whale of a time at the building in Coombe Road I lived so close that when the eight o clock beeps went off on the BBC I could run down to CVA and clock in on time, and I also was awarded a 100 percent mark for one of my tests and Gil Percy said he had never given that to any apprentice before.
I’m moving to Major Close shortly, and I’d love to know of any history of the road, especially the children’s homes at numbers 1 and 1a that were there for a while until 1981 or 1982 I think . I’m a Brightonian, and I always like to know the history of where I move to! Photos would be great too. Thanks in advance.
I was in the same class, I remember each of the children in the photo, I think. Left to right next to Terry Applin, Sharon Burford, Kieron D’Arcy and I think Tina Villiers. Wow that brings back memories!
G’Day Peter, Good to see your post. Give my regards to all when you have that catch up over a pint in Worthing. Peter Mckeown.
Hi, it was called Berts cafe and was 166/167 Kings Road Arches also a seafood bar.
Hi, My dad worked at Kearney and Trekkers in the late 60s.As far as I know it was in Portland Rd Hove then later in School Rd Hove.
I moved to Hollingbury in july 1946 on my 6th birthday to petworth road, went to garden school don’t remember much only we were taught raffer work and l can still taste it.I went Patcham Seniors where I was bullied lot,but was helped by tony rowlan.My best mate was mike spicer mates till he passed away, very sad a few names in this column bring back memories Alan Spicer Mike’s brother, Mick Ross a crazy maintenance engineer, Robert gillesbe who’s sister Mary had the most beautiful red hair, a young lady I was madly in love with but too shy to say.I now live in Burgess Hill fighting a long battle with cancer but still have fond memories of Hollingbury that I cherish.
Regarding comments by Derek Lake (22/04/2014) about his time living at the flat above No 9 Gardner St in the 1960s, we now own the shop that operates from there now (Whirligig Toys) and also have the first floor office/storage. We’d love to see any photos or hear stories about No 9 from that era, or indeed earlier/later.
Like others in this thread I too remember the Coffee Mill in Gardner Street, run in the 70s by a lovely young couple Danny and Odette (who was stunningly beautiful). Danny in his spare time was a jazz saxophonist. Danny and Odette took the shop over from Odettes parents who I believe were Eastern European Emigrés.
Danny used to roast fresh Kenya AA beans for me every Saturday which I would then take home to make a fresh jug of coffee with the beans ground in the Spong hand grinder that I still have and use 50 years on.
The method I use is the “Jug Method” a recipe/technique I learned from Odette’s mother when she used to run the shop, in fact as I am writing now I have such a fresh jug of coffee on my desk.
My name is jean marchant (née Baker) and I lived at 5 Richmond hill – there were 5 prefabs built by prisoners of war – the street was the old buildings it ran from one end of Carlton hill to the other end Sussex Street. At the top end of Richmond Hill my uncle had piggery – best pork you have ever tasted – around the corner was Carlton hill where I went to St. John’s junior and infants schools.
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