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Get your copy of Sheffield Memories at The 23rd Printers Row Annual Book Fair, Chicago, USA. Jun. 9 - Jun. 10 2007
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I read the book with my eyes, my brain then heard of it and said 'it's a bit of alright'. So I laughed inside, but not out loud, come on, it is not a LOL book - I smiled with my inward lips and decided to type a thumb ups with my other fingers. Not the rude ones. Sheffield, you bizarro town, you're like a lost love that used to spill the ink out of a biro on a pasta dish to make it like it came from the entrails of a squid. Now, I have an oyster card.

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I had the pleasure of living in Sheffield in 1996 and 1997, and while I have many fond memories of the city they are by and large limited to this relatively short period of time. However, this book has opened up a new world of memories for me, and even though I know deep down that they are not my own, I somehow feel as if they are. I lived on London Road, and feel as if I have been to Luke Sommers' shop to buy a jar of capers, even though I know that scientifically this could never have happened. Sometimes I can still hear the clip-clop of horses' hooves on match day, another scientific impossibility, particularly as I now live in Tangiers. But that doesn't make them any less real to me. Thank you to L.S. Dunone for a book that has become a family heirloom.

Surreal tales of Marmite and frozen eels

Between the covers of a little volume called Sheffield Memories you can read all about the pigeon battle of Endcliff Park 1963 or Richard Teatley, inventor of the Rich Tea, or the Great Frozen Eel Olympics.

They are just some of the gems from the letters columns of a free paper the Sheffield Informer of the 1970s collated by LS Dunone, although it is true to say they do not feature in the memories of anyone you know.

Nor may you have heard of the Ghost Seal on the embankments of the weir at Brightside, the vat of yeast emptied into the pond in Graves Park which led to the invention of Marmite or Three-Handed Ed of Gleadless.

Sheffield Memories comprises the surreal letters to the fictitious Sheffield Informer, the letters have the ring of those parodies of inconsequential letters to local newspapers in Viz combined with the satirical Beachcomber columns in the Daily Express.

Ian Soutar (Sheffield Telegraph)

Who could have forgotten Ray Links and his Sting Ray's chippie in Grenoside, where a pianist entertained the customers on Friday nights before, sadly, it became a bicycle repair shop?
Or the scandalous headlines about the Sheffield City Stuffer.....It takes a book like Sheffield Memories to spark recollections of the Fifties and the Great Frozen Eel Olympics in Endcliffe Park.
People then had to make their own fun – a spiralled frozen eel served as the discus and another served as the javelin.
Winner Steve Hirst let on that the secret was to use an eel defrosted just enough to give a little "spring."
All these stories and more have been compiled from the letters page of the now defunct Sheffield Informer by writer L S Dunone.....stories of the Rev Lance Ponce who kept ferrets and had a theology school of which he was the only teacher or pupil, or Claus Humler from Germany who lived in a cuckoo clock house in Meersbrook, are a cross between Beachcomber and Spike Milligan.

Martin Dawes (Sheffield Star).

Oh lord! I really can't believe that ive stumbled upon this wonderful piece of yorkshire social history. I too became 'local' to sheffield in the early 1970's because of work reasons - steel was big back then - knives, forks, spoons etc. Me being a spoon specialist, i slotted in lovely.
I lapped up the strong sense of friendly community and that was helped by the local paper 'The Sheffield Informer'. I used to really look forward to the weekend edition, and after reading the obituaries, i so looked forward to my weekly treat and savour the letters page - a reassuring opportunity to hear the real voice of the sheffers.
Some might say that the crime back then was "low level", but my god, it was horrendous. For ten years at least as i recall, the front page of the 'Informer', was dominated by white dog mess sending kids blind. The poor kids thought those big white chalky lumps were actually lumps of safe playing chalk , left randomly about the streets by the council - the kids were drawing hopscotch grids with lumps of white dog shit - consequently loosing their eyesight!
It was a long joint capaign with the RSPCA and the local council, but with sure sheffield steel, the problem is no more.
I loved reading the review of this wonderful book and can't wait until my copy arrives.
I so loved the memoir of the mardy old crow that had to wear shoes made of rags and wood! SO DID I !! Life isnt always easy honey!
Those were the days my friend.......
Thanks for the memories

This book is like reading the review of a mental asylum garden fete, written by a bemused, whimsical, courteous Englishman whose tolerance of eccentricity knows no bounds.

The lack of a warning on the cover, stipulating that there is a distinct possibility you may rupture yourself laughing at the gormless antics of the inhabitants within this literary masterpiece, is almost criminal.

I can only assume that the absence of splash proof, easy wipe pages and the publisher’s failure to warn the reader to stay away from beverages whilst reading this book is a cynical attempt to sell more books as any initial copy is invariably ruined by the aforementioned beverages negotiating your nostrils at speed.

This is satire at its best; Mr Dunone's style reminds me of a young Tom Sharpe suffering from concussion after being hit repeatedly over the head with a very heavy brick.

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED.

A truly belly quaking read,in the medical sense. It's wonderful to be reminded of these Sheffield legends. I hope LS Dunone will see fit to publish a sequel with more tales. Does the author recount the incredible survival of baby Peach 'alves when she tumbled from her two wheeled pram, her fall broken by a clat of slugs who had gathered to dine on a quorn banquet one balmy evening on Albert Road, Meersbrook? I believe she not only lived to tell the tale (thanks to the slugs) but now has a little baby son of her own, Paul Marrowfat. Incredibly, Paul, son of a relation to the founder of the Marrowfat empire, suffers from a rare condition which renders him permanently covered in a slimy membrane. I salute you Mr Dunone - Freedom of the City of Sheffield for you, surely!

As a Fourposter (which in the bed world has to be considered the most powerful of beds) I say pish and wibble to the erractic keyboard tappings of our malcontented friend below, as they do both themselves and comedy literature a dis-service with their pointless meanderings.
As the well known saying goes, laugh and the world laughs with you, talk about peoples IP address' and become a web stalker and die alone.

Comedy is needed in this ever more cynical world to raise the spirits and warm the soul. Sheffield Memories did it for me and it can do it for you too by thunder. For comedy indeed it has, in the size of the old colliery coal wagons themselves, that built the very foundations of this great nation with their grit, determination and toothless drivers.

If you haven't read it, buy it and if you haven't been, then go and maybe you can make some memories of your own.

Sheffield Memories HURRAH !

This book is a magnificent example of a bygone era. A life once forgotten and brought back to life for the benefit of everyone and not just a few old sheffield -ites (is that what you call them?)to keep hidden. If you sometimnes wonder about what beverage to drink then this is the book for you. Roll on more wonderful tales of life and times in Sheffield. I cant wait.

L.S. Dunone has done it again. At Salve Regina University in Newport Rhode Island, i attended a creative writing lecture by none other than Dunone himself. It seemed the nuns at the school had a affinity for his style of prose that beacons the future whilst reflecting on the past. Sheffield Memories is all and none of that & more. Or shall i say, Dunone of that.
A mighty "Cheers" to Dunone. Way to go Laddie.

Dear L.S.Dunone,

It was with great interest that I recently read your book of Sheffield anecdotes from yesteryear. Several things sounded very familiar to me - Hilda Ooze and the legendary dog o two heads (yes I remember this yarn), the bizzarre incident of the Kelham Island lepracy (I had thought that an old wives tale) and of course the numerous mentions of my old favourite fish, chip and pie shop, Sting Rays.

Mr.Dunone, I can assure you that a tear fell when I read some of your tales. Tears of joy and tears of sorrow, memories indeed of a bygone age which was both simple and innocent by todays standards, yet a time which knew the benefitts of life as part of a broader community of folk.

Mr.Dunone, I was wondering if you had plans to produce further such memoirs or whether you had exhausted your supply of incidents with this charming little ditty? If there are future plans, I would be very interested to bring you up to speed on the rather curious incidents of a one Ted Biggins and his boy scout troup circa, 1954. Now those really are Sheffield Memories.

Many thanks Mr Dunone, keep up the good work and next time I am in Sting Rays, I will be sure to leave 50p behind the counter, just in case you are ever in the area and feel like a bag o chip.

Yours,

B.N.Mates

Dear readers,

In promoting this comedy book, it seems irony has been lost on "power posters".

Therefore i issue this disclaimer:

This post is not by Steven Hawking, World famous physicist. It is satire and comedy, promoting a book about satire and comedy.

This book is not written by myself, I am not the author.

Maybe some people need to read more comedy books. For everybody’s reference here are some details on irony.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irony

Once again my apologies if the irony was lost on some people, however I would have thought the irony in this post was clear and obvious, as it was meant to be. I am sure Mr. Hawking would have seen that irony.

As a powerposter, I am pointing out that the IP address and e-mail for the alleged review by Stephen Hawkins is the same as the review posted By S. Sansom. Such nonsense will not only not be tolerated, but called out.

A veritable feast of nostalgia from days gone by. This is more than a book, it’s a way of life, a path to happiness and the smell of your gran all rolled in to a ball of belly button fluff. I can honestly say reading this book improved my life. I found the love of my life, I retired at 34 to the South of France (it’s not Sheffield, but we all have to start somewhere!), 2 kids, a dog and a fat bank account to boot. I also lost 145 lbs, my hair grew back, I am off the crack and I have the abs and glutes I always wanted.

Take charge of your life and buy yourself some Sheffield Memories today.