Things your kids will never do
Discussion
chonok said:
Build any sort of Tamiya/Airfix model...
My 10yr old son and I started on a 1:72 Harrier last night, and have a rather more complex Lancaster to move on to after that.chonok said:
Although they are still available to buy, I don't think kids have the patience these days.
Considering we'd only painted the seat components and the pilot by the time it was time for him to go to bed, and still haven't cut a single piece off the frame yet, you might well be proven right about lack of patience before long! 
Edited by Kermit power on Monday 12th October 12:19
Funkycoldribena said:
Be a mod/rocker/goth/punk/grunge/skinhead etc,they all seem to be homogeneous clones nowadays.
That's very true - tribalism based on music seems to be in terminal decline, or at best seems to be something that can be picked up and put down at will. I think this is symptomatic of the decline in relative importance of music as a form of entertainment.
Johnnytheboy said:
Funkycoldribena said:
Be a mod/rocker/goth/punk/grunge/skinhead etc,they all seem to be homogeneous clones nowadays.
That's very true - tribalism based on music seems to be in terminal decline, or at best seems to be something that can be picked up and put down at will. I think this is symptomatic of the decline in relative importance of music as a form of entertainment.
Yes, created bands have been around for a long time as well, but they never flooded the market with their beiberesque shyte.
chonok said:
Build any sort of Tamiya/Airfix model...
Although they are still available to buy, I don't think kids have the patience these days.
I think its more the fact that compared to everything else there is for kids to do now glueing a model together is pretty damn boring, even 20 years ago when I was the age for airfix they were considered boring and only really for the nerds/geeks who didn't have mates to play on their bikes with for exampleAlthough they are still available to buy, I don't think kids have the patience these days.
Lucas CAV said:
schmunk said:
prand said:
Cotty said:
Order a Indian or Chinese take away over the the phone and drive to the restaurant to pick it up.
?? we do this all the time, the two best places in my town don't deliver.No delivery here.
Why would kids never experience that?
TwigtheWonderkid said:
When I splashed out on a new turntable a couple of years ago and dug my vinyl collection out of the loft, my teenage sons were gobsmacked. Thought the whole thing was faintly ridiculous, such a small amount of data on such a large disc and the faff of cleaning the LP, cueing the arm etc.
But they were blown away with the warmth and lusciousness of the sound, and they now use the turntable themselves quite a bit.
My 15 year old daughter went out and bought a record player, unbidden by me, only the other day. She now only buys vinyl.But they were blown away with the warmth and lusciousness of the sound, and they now use the turntable themselves quite a bit.
Never play on these:
I was with my 9 year old the other day and we saw a model shop. All Airfix, Scalextric and Horby. I used to spend my Saturday's in my local one.
He was amazed at the tiny tins of Humbrol paint and loved the ME109s and Spitfires hung mid air from fishing line.
He was even more gobsmacked when I told him that my bedroom used to have dozens of WW2 aircraft hanging from the ceiling with some of them bursting into flames. All done with cotton wool and varied paints.
I was with my 9 year old the other day and we saw a model shop. All Airfix, Scalextric and Horby. I used to spend my Saturday's in my local one.
He was amazed at the tiny tins of Humbrol paint and loved the ME109s and Spitfires hung mid air from fishing line.
He was even more gobsmacked when I told him that my bedroom used to have dozens of WW2 aircraft hanging from the ceiling with some of them bursting into flames. All done with cotton wool and varied paints.
schmunk said:
croyde said:
My 15 year old daughter went out and bought a record player, unbidden by me, only the other day. She now only buys vinyl.
I'm sorry to break it to you, but your daughter's a hipster.She'll have an undercut and ostentatiously large, yet unnecessary, glasses soon.
DannyScene said:
Lucas CAV said:
schmunk said:
prand said:
Cotty said:
Order a Indian or Chinese take away over the the phone and drive to the restaurant to pick it up.
?? we do this all the time, the two best places in my town don't deliver.No delivery here.
Why would kids never experience that?
Admitedly this is not universal as some areas in the sticks may as you suggest not deliver.
Cotty said:
DannyScene said:
Lucas CAV said:
schmunk said:
prand said:
Cotty said:
Order a Indian or Chinese take away over the the phone and drive to the restaurant to pick it up.
?? we do this all the time, the two best places in my town don't deliver.No delivery here.
Why would kids never experience that?
Admitedly this is not universal as some areas in the sticks may as you suggest not deliver.
Cotty said:
Because in certain areas, everywhere delivers. If kids grow up in these areas and its the norm to have take away delivered why would they go and collect it?
Admitedly this is not universal as some areas in the sticks may as you suggest not deliver.
Because "you can collect in 30 minutes, delivery will be 2 hours"...Admitedly this is not universal as some areas in the sticks may as you suggest not deliver.
I was thinking of posting a thread about this and came across the same. I haven't read the whole of it, but I so remember cap guns, cowboy outfits (and indian) popguns, klike a 12 bore with corks, playing with bows and arrows, eating gobstoppers and aniseed balls, going to the sweet shop with its enormous jars and choosing 2 oz of each, or just one if you had not much. And as regards paying, 3d was a lot, more like pennies. And on that subject I had a golliwog moneybox and one put a penny in his hand, pressed the lever, and he swallowed it. My tin toys, my Meccano, my Hornby Dublo, my Lone Ranger and other annuals delivered by Father Xmas, the wondrous moment when sweets came off ration and I made myself sick, the moments family gave me their ration of cheese, visiting family and watching the biscuit barrel hanging there until I was offered a McVities Plain Chocolate Digestive, going to Fratton Park, being passed over all the 46,000 spectators and sitting on the wall next to the pitch, watching my heros, riding in the double decker and the conductor giving me a roll of paper which I streamed out of the window, going to the bakery and coming home with a hot cottage loaf, the top half of which had disappeared when I arrived, helping the milkman on a Saturday, delivering the milk and me with th reins in my hand, also rushing to pick up the steaming mess behind with a shovel to feed the vegetable plot, visiting Verrechias in North End for a wafer ice-cream, also their van delivering to the road and rushing outside with just 4d to buy another wafer, taking the chain ferry to Gosport, Saturday matinées, the tea shop above with the waitresses in black, playing with catapults in the churchyard, learning .22 shooting at school at 9 yrs old then going on to the CCF and firing Brens and Lee Enfields, having my own .401 then 16 bore and then 12 bore, being given a car at 14 when the MOT (Ten year Test) came in and the car failed, building a fixed-wheel cowhorn bike and having races in the woods, finding in the barn spotlamps and radios from the war (I assume Dad's Army) plus 50 grenades we threw in the lake to stun trout, my Dad giving me white cartridges for the 12 bore left over from Dad's Army, the Colt 45 he had hidden in the cupboard, (with ammo)riding my first motor bike with but 2 speeds, a Sun 98cc 2-stroke, thumbing a lift to Leeds from London and hitting the ton for the first time in a DB4, Soho in the 60s, especially Wardour street, seeing the Beatles on the Apple roof and Clapton at the Albert Hall. Riding my motor bikes without a helmet, riding my BSA Gold star to work, buying my Tiger 100 for £25,
Oh my life, how I could go on. My kids nor my tiny ones will ever see this. The Mudlarks, the kids who fought in the evil mud near the dockyard when the tide was out for a halfpenny casually tossed, Pompey Lil, probably insane, pushing her Pedigree pram around full of cats, the newspaper seller near the Guildhall with green lips because if you gave him 6d he's spit out two pennies change. Trams. double-deckers, steam trains which gave you a black face when you went into a tunnel if the window was open, fires in the fields from the sparks, POSB savings, being paid in cash, learning how to "tap a phone" which was in no way like today but tapping the 2-digit code to the next village, the on and on from village to village until you got to London and chatted for free, phones with no dial for that matter, having the telephone exchange in the village (our number was Droxford 51 and the restaurant there still finishes with 51), piece rate work, driving the tractor during the harvest at 14, carrying 1cwt sacks at 16, moving 36 gallon barrels of beer (hogsheads)onto the stillage in the cellar, buying Domino cigarettes in fives in a band of paper, playing darts in the pub, playing for the next pint using the tissue paper from a packet of Weights put over the pint glass with a sixpence in the middle and burning holes with a cigarette end until the sixpence fell in, hiding in snow holes in Feb 1963 waiting for the pigeons to land on the sprouts and the Pigeon Clearance Society giving us the cartridges, killing seven with one barrel they were so weak, eating sprouts with lead shot in as a consequence, going to see the neighbour and drawing water from the well for her.
I think I should write a book.
Oh my life, how I could go on. My kids nor my tiny ones will ever see this. The Mudlarks, the kids who fought in the evil mud near the dockyard when the tide was out for a halfpenny casually tossed, Pompey Lil, probably insane, pushing her Pedigree pram around full of cats, the newspaper seller near the Guildhall with green lips because if you gave him 6d he's spit out two pennies change. Trams. double-deckers, steam trains which gave you a black face when you went into a tunnel if the window was open, fires in the fields from the sparks, POSB savings, being paid in cash, learning how to "tap a phone" which was in no way like today but tapping the 2-digit code to the next village, the on and on from village to village until you got to London and chatted for free, phones with no dial for that matter, having the telephone exchange in the village (our number was Droxford 51 and the restaurant there still finishes with 51), piece rate work, driving the tractor during the harvest at 14, carrying 1cwt sacks at 16, moving 36 gallon barrels of beer (hogsheads)onto the stillage in the cellar, buying Domino cigarettes in fives in a band of paper, playing darts in the pub, playing for the next pint using the tissue paper from a packet of Weights put over the pint glass with a sixpence in the middle and burning holes with a cigarette end until the sixpence fell in, hiding in snow holes in Feb 1963 waiting for the pigeons to land on the sprouts and the Pigeon Clearance Society giving us the cartridges, killing seven with one barrel they were so weak, eating sprouts with lead shot in as a consequence, going to see the neighbour and drawing water from the well for her.
I think I should write a book.
Edited by lowdrag on Monday 12th October 19:38
lowdrag said:
Oh my life, how I could go on. My kids nor my tiny ones will ever see this. The Mudlarks, the kids who fought in the evil mud near the dockyard when the tide was out for a halfpenny casually tossed, Pompey Lil, pushing her Pedigree pram around full of cats, the newspaper seller near the Guildhall with green lips because if you gave him 6d he's spit out two pennies change.
I think I should write a book.
Fine post I think I should write a book.
Certainly a book already out about the mudlarks (bought it for my Dad as an Christmas present a few years back)
http://www.mudlarkers.co.uk/
Pompey Lil, never saw her but she's still well remembered around these parts!
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