Things from the past you would not get away with today....
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"After she turned 16, McKenzie continued to model topless for The Daily Sport and The Sunday Sport. She also made Page Three girl appearances in tabloid newspapers The Sun and The Daily Star; posed topless in lads' mags such as Loaded; appeared fully nude in British softcore magazines such as Mayfair[4] and Men Only;[5] and performed in a variety of low-budget softcore videos."
When did it change to 18 to be able to "perform"? >child of the very late 80s<
When did it change to 18 to be able to "perform"? >child of the very late 80s<
Before the discovery that paedophiles lurked on every street corner, we were told to get on our bikes, disappear for the day, and not come back until dinner time.
That would have people calling the NSPCC nowadays.
As would the sight of a ten year-old girl, alone in a car with a packet of crisps, parked outside a pub while my father went in for a snifter (or three).
That would have people calling the NSPCC nowadays.
As would the sight of a ten year-old girl, alone in a car with a packet of crisps, parked outside a pub while my father went in for a snifter (or three).
When I were a lad...
On a Sunday afternoon myself and a couple of friends used to pack up our air-rifles, wander up to the public woods at the top of the hill and just shoot things. Mainly tin cans and paper targets but the odd bird and rabbit too. People used to just say hello and wander past on their afternoon walk.
These days we'd have the firearms squad making us assume the position.
On a Sunday afternoon myself and a couple of friends used to pack up our air-rifles, wander up to the public woods at the top of the hill and just shoot things. Mainly tin cans and paper targets but the odd bird and rabbit too. People used to just say hello and wander past on their afternoon walk.
These days we'd have the firearms squad making us assume the position.
Mobile Chicane said:
Before the discovery that paedophiles lurked on every street corner, we were told to get on our bikes, disappear for the day, and not come back until dinner time.
That would have people calling the NSPCC nowadays.
As would the sight of a ten year-old girl, alone in a car with a packet of crisps, parked outside a pub while my father went in for a snifter (or three).
Not to mention the drink driving. Although I suppose your dad could have driven if you had had a few.That would have people calling the NSPCC nowadays.
As would the sight of a ten year-old girl, alone in a car with a packet of crisps, parked outside a pub while my father went in for a snifter (or three).
The Nur said:
Smoking a fag in a pub, enjoying a nice pint after work and then driving home.
All within reasonable limits of course. I am not advocating drink driving, just lamenting the demise of common sense with regards to a cheeky pint after work and the ability to partake in a cheeky fag with aforementioned cheeky pint.
Who's saying you can;t have a cheeky pint (or even two dependant on various factors) and drive home after work, in fact if you sit in the beer garden you can even have your cheeky cig. All within reasonable limits of course. I am not advocating drink driving, just lamenting the demise of common sense with regards to a cheeky pint after work and the ability to partake in a cheeky fag with aforementioned cheeky pint.
Flirting in the workplace, seems nowadays even if the object of the attention is perfectly happy, there'll be some intrusive nosey fkwit who'll report it to HR anyway (not me honest guv, seen it happen). In a similar way, swearing seems to be almost outlawed, even at the footy at times, bring back terracing!
Cotty said:
Mobile Chicane said:
Before the discovery that paedophiles lurked on every street corner, we were told to get on our bikes, disappear for the day, and not come back until dinner time.
That would have people calling the NSPCC nowadays.
As would the sight of a ten year-old girl, alone in a car with a packet of crisps, parked outside a pub while my father went in for a snifter (or three).
Not to mention the drink driving. Although I suppose your dad could have driven if you had had a few.That would have people calling the NSPCC nowadays.
As would the sight of a ten year-old girl, alone in a car with a packet of crisps, parked outside a pub while my father went in for a snifter (or three).
I'm told that when I was about six months old, my father dipped his finger in red burgundy and put it in my mouth. Apparently, I smiled.
Funny thing is that red burgundy is far and away my favourite wine today. Coincidence?
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