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techiedave said:
Seeing the cassette players brought back memories. trying to hook them up to an amplifier via the earphone out connection
talking of which do you recall the earbud thing you got with a radio back in the 70s
Wow, yes! I remember those sodding things so clearly now I've seen the pic. Also taking them apart and ruining them too.talking of which do you recall the earbud thing you got with a radio back in the 70s
lowdrag said:
Blotting paper still exists, but Roneos and carbon paper? And here are some of my common entrance papers from 1958
Jeez Louise! Ninety five Francs for a melon! I hope Mme Dubon was getting a decent exchange rate, and if she’d tendered a five hundred Franc note for it, the stall holder probably said, “Have you hit the Lottery Madame?”I hope that guy on the cheese stall gave Mme Dubon’s dog a kicking, for smelling the cheese, after seeing it on display, then picking it up in his teeth, and I hope that he made Mme pay for it!
Halmyre said:
Teachers handing out notes on that peculiar blurry blue print on flimsy paper - was that the Roneo process? Newly printed copies had a distinctive solvent smell.
Top smell. Also the spirit they used to clean the typewriters in the office at my first job. I used to follow the guy round all morning, high as a kite.Prompted by another thread - "Let's parler Franglais". I think it began with a short column in a newspaper.
Edited by nicanary on Tuesday 8th May 09:25
NDA said:
techiedave said:
Seeing the cassette players brought back memories. trying to hook them up to an amplifier via the earphone out connection
talking of which do you recall the earbud thing you got with a radio back in the 70s
Wow, yes! I remember those sodding things so clearly now I've seen the pic. Also taking them apart and ruining them too.talking of which do you recall the earbud thing you got with a radio back in the 70s
Frank7 said:
Jeez Louise! Ninety five Francs for a melon! I hope Mme Dubon was getting a decent exchange rate, and if she’d tendered a five hundred Franc note for it, the stall holder probably said, “Have you hit the Lottery Madame?”
In 1958 the franc was not worth very much.It was revalued in 1960 to the New Franc:
The old francs were a cheap source of zinc
glenrobbo said:
Frank7 said:
Jeez Louise! Ninety five Francs for a melon! I hope Mme Dubon was getting a decent exchange rate, and if she’d tendered a five hundred Franc note for it, the stall holder probably said, “Have you hit the Lottery Madame?”
In 1958 the franc was not worth very much.It was revalued in 1960 to the New Franc:
The old francs were a cheap source of zinc
Yes, De Gaulle eventually got rid of the old franc for the new franc, and 100 old ones became one new one, so the melon was 95 centimes in most peoples eyes. I sat listening to some old folk reminiscing a year or so back and he told me that he and a friend went to celebrate their birthdays at a restaurant. They had two bottles of good wine and were amazed they were so cheap; well they were until they realized that the prices were in new francs! Apparently it took them a while to pay off the debt.
lowdrag said:
Yes, De Gaulle eventually got rid of the old franc for the new franc, and 100 old ones became one new one, so the melon was 95 centimes in most peoples eyes. I sat listening to some old folk reminiscing a year or so back and he told me that he and a friend went to celebrate their birthdays at a restaurant. They had two bottles of good wine and were amazed they were so cheap; well they were until they realized that the prices were in new francs! Apparently it took them a while to pay off the debt.
Reminds me of a time years back, I was in Lille, visiting family, and I’d taken a friend from U.K. with me.I’d told him to meet me and my cousin in a certain bar, near the station, and he came rushing in the door, up to the bar, and said, “Frank, what’s van sank mean?”
I said, “It sounds like you’re saying vingt cinq, twenty five, why?”
“There’s a hooker outside, offering me a BJ for van sank Francs, Christ, that’s peanuts.”
My cousin, who was reasonable with English, snorted with laughter, “She means vingt cinq new Francs, around twenty five pounds maybe, more or less!”
Frank7 said:
Reminds me of a time years back, I was in Lille, visiting family, and I’d taken a friend from U.K. with me.
I’d told him to meet me and my cousin in a certain bar, near the station, and he came rushing in the door, up to the bar, and said, “Frank, what’s van sank mean?”
I said, “It sounds like you’re saying vingt cinq, twenty five, why?”
“There’s a hooker outside, offering me a BJ for van sank Francs, Christ, that’s peanuts.”
My cousin, who was reasonable with English, snorted with laughter, “She means vingt cinq new Francs, around twenty five pounds maybe, more or less!”
Even the 'new' revalued French Franc was only ever worth about 10p, so your BJ was around £2.50. I've never actually paid for one myself, but that still seems pretty cheap to me. Maybe she was hungry? I’d told him to meet me and my cousin in a certain bar, near the station, and he came rushing in the door, up to the bar, and said, “Frank, what’s van sank mean?”
I said, “It sounds like you’re saying vingt cinq, twenty five, why?”
“There’s a hooker outside, offering me a BJ for van sank Francs, Christ, that’s peanuts.”
My cousin, who was reasonable with English, snorted with laughter, “She means vingt cinq new Francs, around twenty five pounds maybe, more or less!”
WinstonWolf said:
Timmy40 said:
Mini packets of candy cigarettes, me and my brothers used to love them. Possibly un pc these days.
And pouches of Spanish Gold tobacco...As were our dentists.
GetCarter said:
WinstonWolf said:
Timmy40 said:
Mini packets of candy cigarettes, me and my brothers used to love them. Possibly un pc these days.
And pouches of Spanish Gold tobacco...As were our dentists.
Another one, going into town with my brothers and asking the mechanics in the garage to blow us up some old inner tubes which we'd then use as rafts to float down the river ( before walking home ) .
And a certain infamous DJ/TV star doing a public information broadcast on wearing seat belts. Clink Clunk indeed.
Edited by Timmy40 on Wednesday 9th May 15:39
lowdrag said:
I'll up you n the tubes. My Dad ran the Ford dealership, and we had truck tubes for down the Lido (remember them?). Great fun we had, except when we scratched ourselves on the valve.
Oooh yes, those bloody valves, that does bring back memories, getting scratched on them. Funny I can smell that slightly burnt rubber smell from the tubes even now. Another one was going to the workshop and collecting up the metal shavings from under the lathes into jars, we used throw the shavings onto the fire and they'd go up like a homemade firework.
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