Pre-recording programmes a day - or even more - before they are transmitted can get confusing for me at the best of times. Today was a real problem, though. Should I use Hallowe’en items for THIS edition or for tomorrow’s - which will go out on All Hallows Night, after all. On balance, I decided to do the ghostly stuff tomorrow - which is, after all, the night we should REALLY be scared of!
THE WORLD IN ONE CITY
A year ago, two London comics decided that there MUST be at least one representative of every nation on Earth living in London. So they set out to find them all - all 192 of them. A year later, they had found 183; people from tiny states like Nauru and Tuvalu are still missing. Their quest got me thinking, though. Firstly, in how many countries are there people listening to The Nightshift. After all - and as I keep on saying - it’s not the middle of the night EVERYWHERE! Secondly, I wondered how many nationalities are represented in north-east England - between, say, the Tweed and the Wear. The Indian, Pakistani, Bangladeshi and Chinese communities are well-known of course. There is also a small group of Turks and Greeks on Tyneside and South Shields has its historic Arab population, who are said to have been there since Roman times, perhaps even giving their name to the Roman fort - Arbeia. Many East Europeans, too, have recently settled in our area.
But....are there any Japanese? Sudanese? Brazilians? Or perhaps even Nauruans and Tuvaluans?
If you can help with either of these questions, get in touch!
KNOW YOUR NORTH-EAST
The answer to yesterday’s question is Windlestone Hall, which lies just south of the Sedgefield to Bishop Auckland road (A689) near Rushyford. The local coaching inn is the Eden Arms, named for the same family.
Today’s question......whereabouts in the north-east is the arch bridge often said to have been the model for the Tyne and Sydney Harbour bridges?
ODD HOUSE RULES
This item was taken from a fascinating and revealing ongoing discussion in The Guardian. Different families order their daily lives in different ways, and live by different ‘rules’ which are imposed, perhaps, to increase the family’s cohesion and feeling of ‘uniqueness’. Always taking off your shoes at the back door (and never even USING the front door!) or never sitting in a particular chair because it’s ‘owned by your granda’ were quite common when I was a kid - and apparently still are.
The commonest rules, though, seem to apply at the dining table (insofar as families still eat at a table at all). No elbows on the table (why?), no reading or watching tv while you eat and being made to eat WHATEVER is put down in front of you still seem to be quite normal. I have very vivid memories indeed of my ‘nana’ telling me to eat all my turnips. If I didn’t, she swore to serve them up AGAIN until I did. And she was as good as her word.
The comparative rarity of sweet stuff like jelly and custard also meant that we HAD to have a slice of bread with it. I suppose it helped to fill us up so that we wouldn’t ask for more.
Apples and especially oranges were also expensive in the 50s - at least they were to mining families - so nana would make sandwiches of them. Yes really. Orange sandwiches. That way, one orange could feed three growing lads. To this day, I firmly believe that the BEST banana sandwiches are made NOT by slicing the fruit (wasteful!) but by mashing it with milk and sugar. It goes MUCH further!
Please bear in mind that the views expressed in this blog are my own and NOT the views of the BBC.
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