"A THUG who bit off part of a man's nose in a Nottingham bar has been jailed for four years.

Adrian Abbott, 26, of Broxtowe Estate, attacked Scott Sheehan in Liberty's bar in Upper Parliament Street on March 1.

Mr Sheehan, 24, of Hucknall, needed a three hour operation to graft skin from his forehead on to his nose."

Follow the link below to read the original article.

http://www.thisisnottingham.co.uk/news/Nose-bite-attacker-jailed-years/article-391334-detail/article.html

Un per un, o un darrera l'altre, tots i cada un dels temes d'aquest disc, sonen genial, i el fan un dels LP o CD imprescindibles a la nostra discoteca.

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Todos los que amamos la buena música tuvimos claro, des de el primer momento en que pinchamos el primer disco de Simply Red, Picture Book, que estábamos delante de un grupo distinto, que el soul blanco de Mick Hucknall y sus compañeros nos traian un soplo de aire fresco, en la mitad de unos 80's, que nos convenía realmente, un poco intoxicados ya por una New Wave que parecía no tener fin, y una N.W.O.B.M. (New Wave of British Metal) que llenaba la otra mitad de los corrientes musicales de la época.

Uno por uno, o uno tras otro, todos y cada uno de los temas de este disco suenan geniales, y lo convierten en uno de los LP o CD imprescindibles en nuestra discoteca.

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Come to my aid, you're sweet as everything
Come to my aid, I'd give you anything
I feel so betrayed by a people I love
Come to my aid, it's you I'm thinking of

Prouder than wild, sad enough to sing
Come to my aid and care for social living

Why are we liable to die for survival
Why is our nation divided?
Come to my aid
Come to my aid

In the poverty stakes see just what it means
When welfare decimates you'd better care
About your fellow people

Why are we liable to die for survival
Why is our nation divided?
Come to my aid
Come to my aid

Come on board!

The day looked to have started well as injury victims Simon Travis and Jordan Stepien returned to the starting line-up. This joy was only short lived however, as Stepien pulled up within the first 15 minutes with a recurrence of the hamstirng injury that has kept him out for the past few weeks. This further blow now looks to have bought a premature end to the striker's season.

His replacement Danny Williams did lighten the mood though, as he scored with five minutes to go in the first half. After a goal line scramble the ball fell to Williams who squeezed the ball underneath a despairing defender and into the net. Before this the game had struggled to ignite, with only half chances to Rob Taylor and Alex Rodman lifting the game.

After the break Hucknall committed men forward in search of an all important equaliser, and broke through the Boro back divisions 11 minutes into the second half, McPherson with the goal. Moments before Nuneaton had what appeared to be a very good claim for a penaly turned down, as Bradley Pritchard was upended in the box.

Rob Taylor restored Nuneaton's lead with a powerful effort from just inside the box soon afterwards, but they looked shaky at the back. Acton beaten by a soft Saunders goal that appeared to strike the forward before rifling in to the top of the net.

Nuneaton pressed but little came, and the result leaves them in sixth place. In recent weeks a lack of cutting edge, and real solidity in defence could really have cost Kevin Wilkin's men who now go into Friday night's game against Southport with their play-off dreams hanging by a thread.

The travelling contingent know that - with three games left - Boro will need to pick up all three points if they are going to keep their play-off dreams alive.

Two draws in the past couple of weeks hasn't particularly strengthened Nuneaton's grip on a top five spot, despite them still holding onto one of the positions. Barrow and Southport are close behind with games in hand, so anything less than a win could well spell disaster for Kevin Wilkin's men.

One major boost for the side is the expected return of on loan Bury striker Jordan Stepien. The forward has not played any part in his side's promotion push since scoring a brace in the victory at Harrogate Town last month. He is likely to be partnered in attack by Alex Rodman, who is expected to be recalled to the starting line up after dropping to the bench last Saturday.

Andy Brown is definitely out for the next three games through suspension, while Danny Williams, Nick Farquharson, and Rob Taylor are all in contention for a start in attack. Elsewhere, Simon Travis is a major doubt as he still suffers from the calf strain that kept him out against Blyth Spartans, and Craig McIlwain is struggling with a rib injury.

Hucknall, who lie just a point above the relegation zone, are only missing one player through injury for the game. Eric Graves has been ruled out for the remaining part of the season and will miss the club's three must win games.

The odds for the game reflect how recent results have been going in the Blue Square North, with the unexpected occuring on a regular basis. Hucknall are at 9/5, and Nuneaton at 6/5. If, unfortunately, Boro continue their recent drawing run the odds of 13/5 could well be a gift.

Sitting cheek by jowl with lovely Linby is the community of Hucknall, nee Hucknall Torkard some fifty years ago and before. Hucknall is a firmly working class town but with a claim or two to immortality. It is here that the poet, Lord Byron is buried in the church of St. Mary Magdalene overlooking the large market place. More of that later. Hucknall is also renowned for the world-wide brand of Rolls-Royce. Most famously the 'Flying Bedstead', the first vertical take-off aeroplane was first tested and flown here. Not cars these days but aero engines. The testing of the huge machines can still be heard for several miles on odd days.

Hucknall has many personal memories for me as it was here that my own mother was born and brought up. She was intensely proud of the town of her birth and throughout her life loved it like no other place. Perhaps this was due to the fact that her most treasured and loving times were spent here being brought up with her family of nine brothers and sisters. As a youngster I failed to understand the appeal of Hucknall. It seemed so much more pleasant, comfortable and wealthy where I was brought up but perhaps later on in life I can now fully understand her feelings towards the town as let it not be said that this is a place without a soul.

Driving down the main Annesley Road and past mum's familiar old three-story family home we approached the 'bottle-neck' as it is known, a sharp bend that leads into Hucknall market place. Thirty or forty years ago Hucknall market on a busy day was an impressive place. Row after row of stalls selling anything one could imagine were laden with goods. Housewives would do most of their food shopping there before the days of supermarkets and take their local produce home to their families. These days Hucknall market appears to have have adhered to the national trend of deterioration. The stalls are thin in both number and useful goods. Perhaps sad to see but the humble market feels and looks like an irrelevance to many nowadays. In truth the bargains are few. An exception to this in my personal view is that of the bookstalls still seen on most markets and perhaps the buying and selling of books will never die. Let's hope not. On that note, a few pound coins changed hands between the Hucknall bookstall holder and myself in exchange for a couple of Inspector Rebus novels.

As the skies over the old mining town darkened we stepped into the churchyard of St. Mary Magdalene which stands sentinel over the market place and is very much the central point of the town. A walk amongst the graves manifested the burial place of one Ben Caunt. No ordinary person, Ben, he was no less than the bare-knuckle boxing champion of England in his day. He and his great adversary Bendigo from Nottingham pounded each other for round after round in their day and both were true champions. The grave displayed the sad fact that Ben's two children perished in a fire at the tender ages of only six and eight. The Caunt family it seems lived with much grief.

Very luckily we spotted a worker alighting the locked-tight church and asked him if we might go inside for a look around. St. Mary Magdalene has a special poignancy for me in that it was the church that my mother attended and loved as a child. It is a place of worship that was inextricably interwoven into her family history. Of course the most well-known fact about the place is that is the place where Lord Byron is interred. According to a worker in the church crypt, along with twenty-six other Byron family members within a small space of 6x8x8ft, amazingly. My mother's family, Houldsworth, had a member, Sylvester, a local headmaster who was one of the very select group of people to see Byron's body exhumed in 1938. Perhaps the reasoning for that exercise was somewhat flimsy - Byron had often said that his 'heart was in Greece', this was taken quite literally by the local people of the day who imagined that the organ had been physically removed. The exhumation proved otherwise however and Byron's embalmed body was said to be in almost perfect condition, save for his crippled foot which had become dislodged from the rest of the body. The crypt is not necessarily easy to find being denoted by a smallish placque in the floor only. It was difficult to imagine how access would be gained at all.

A ghostly tale that surrounded the church was of Canon Barber hearing footsteps following him down the aisle on one occasion in an empty church back in the 1930's. Not a standard ghost story this one as the minister claimed that the noises he heard indicated someone with a bad limp caused by an invalid foot - much like Lord Byron's actually...

St. Mary Magdalene, Hucknall

Before leaving the church we signed the guest book and looked at the various names from all over the world, undoubtedly many would have been Byron devotees coming to Hucknall to pay their respects. I paid my own respects with a few words to my my late mother in there. Perhaps she was looking down on me in her old church. Rest peacefully now Grace Marian.

So back into the mid afternoon Friday rain into present day and to pass the relatively recent addition to the town of the tram terminal from Nottingham aligned with the 'Robin Hood Line' railway to the same destination. These two factors may well prove extremely influential in the continued history of Hucknall, much as Rolls-Royce, the two coal mines and legend of Lord Byron were in the past.

Hucknall's route to the future?