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Originally Posted by Ian
When coaching, from Manchester to the East coast we always stopped at Hartshead Moor Services. Never stopped on the return journey, until one evening somebody wanted the toilet so quick stop, I thought I would join the rest straight into the Gents only West bound its the Ladies whoops
Ian
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Ian your old enough to remember this one. Newcastle under lyme, circa early 1960,s just before i left school my dad took me in his car transporter on a night out job and we stayed at a transport cafe called "juros". we had a 2 berth cabin, all shipshape and bristol fashion until you actually got into the bed, then you found that the crisp white sheet neatly folded over the army blanket was really only half of one! it ended about knee level lol. those were indeed "the days." Grandad.
