Musings from the Merse
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
happy days
Someone commenting on the photo of a shop in Newcastle has remarked :
' I remember buying a water pistol from Happy Days when I was a kid on a visit to Newcastle. One of the most charmingly tacky shops you could ever enter! Thanks for jogging my memory'.
Huttonian echoes the sentiment. Shops are still tacky on the whole. Happy Days is very closed (the chap leaning on the netting has a long wait)and no loss in my book. What I do miss is the Fountain where Miss Ogle sold the world' s most delicious fudge. She sold me some when I was 12, she sold me more wnen I was 52. She has gone.The shop is still there but has been closed for some 10 years. Yet gruesomely tacky shops like 'Heaven' still survive.
' I remember buying a water pistol from Happy Days when I was a kid on a visit to Newcastle. One of the most charmingly tacky shops you could ever enter! Thanks for jogging my memory'.
Huttonian echoes the sentiment. Shops are still tacky on the whole. Happy Days is very closed (the chap leaning on the netting has a long wait)and no loss in my book. What I do miss is the Fountain where Miss Ogle sold the world' s most delicious fudge. She sold me some when I was 12, she sold me more wnen I was 52. She has gone.The shop is still there but has been closed for some 10 years. Yet gruesomely tacky shops like 'Heaven' still survive.
Comments:
Answer One: nicked it from my children-first by force majeure and as they got bigger, cunning.
Answer Two Ingratiate my self with my great grand children
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Answer Two Ingratiate my self with my great grand children
