Blast from the past - remind us of a thing
Discussion
wolfracesonic said:
blueg33 said:
L'ATTAQUE? Do you win the game if you're the first to surrender?
nicanary said:
We all drooled as teenagers over the Freemans catalogue, but who remembers this company, long before Ann Summers. I think they used to advertise in the Sunday papers.
PS Look at the price!
Yes, I remember them, in fact I bought my fiancé a dress from them - not revealing but quite elegant and affordable. It was very flimsy and obviously cheaply made. I think she wore it once and never again in case it fell apart! PS Look at the price!
Jonquil said:
Who remembers these two?
I remember being scared of Lenny as a (very young) kid. Terry Hall died in 2007 at age 80.
While talking telly, I recall enjoying watching the little films the Beeb ran as trade test
transmissions when BBC2 in colour was gestating. .
One featured Evoluon, The Phillips company's baby in Eindhoven. I also remember these...
Crown of Glass (about Liverpool's R.C. cathedral a.k.a. The Mersey Funnel). Or often called Paddy's Wigwam by my Dad the Welsh Methodist.
Ride The White Horses (powerboat racing).
On The Safe Side (best electrical practice).
The Home Made Car (lovely one that).
Prospect For Plastics.
Paint
They're available on You Tube now.
The Mersey Funnel ? Never heard it described as that. Paddy's wigwam. Definately. Even though that's a bit derogatory, it's what many (probably only none catholic) people call it locally .I remember being scared of Lenny as a (very young) kid. Terry Hall died in 2007 at age 80.
While talking telly, I recall enjoying watching the little films the Beeb ran as trade test
transmissions when BBC2 in colour was gestating. .
One featured Evoluon, The Phillips company's baby in Eindhoven. I also remember these...
Crown of Glass (about Liverpool's R.C. cathedral a.k.a. The Mersey Funnel). Or often called Paddy's Wigwam by my Dad the Welsh Methodist.
Ride The White Horses (powerboat racing).
On The Safe Side (best electrical practice).
The Home Made Car (lovely one that).
Prospect For Plastics.
Paint
They're available on You Tube now.
It is a beautiful building inside.
Went for a concert by Sefton Youth Music Service a few years back and the acoustics weren't bad. (Also went to ones at The Methodist Central hall and the Anglican carherdral for balance.
I imagine that the copper roof would have been stunning when it was new, before the oxygen sent it sage green.
Pit Pony said:
The Mersey Funnel ? Never heard it described as that. Paddy's wigwam. Definately. Even though that's a bit derogatory, it's what many (probably only none catholic) people call it locally .
I'm not from anywhere near it but it's known colloquially as Paddy's Wigwam here too, even though it should really be Paddy's Teepee.dickymint said:
Just reminded me of "The Tally Man" he could sell you anything on 'tick' (and not at extortionate interest rates) Harold House was his name and had a really loud voice and door knocking ability. I remember a few times when the door was knocked loudly my Mum would get us kids together and we'd all hide under the kitchen table till he'd gone 
We were the first house in our street to have "wall to wall carpet" in the living room - dead posh we were
Wall to Wall, you say?We were the first house in our street to have "wall to wall carpet" in the living room - dead posh we were
https://www.carpets-lancing.co.uk/
motco said:
I had a wall mounted equivalent of those in my bedroom as a child. I stuck my finger through the pitifully inadequate guard to see how quickly it got hot (it seemed to take for ever when I was cold). Luckily, the built-in safety feature that shoved 240Vac up my arm kicked me across the room before I could burn my finger! 
Back in the days before moulded on plugs were a thing, and money was tight (so plugs got taken off old appliances and reused on new ones), my mate and I aged 8 or so found an old metal electric fan at his house without a plug but decided to get it going. So with the help of some knitting needles I pushed the wires into the 3 pin socket (in no particular order as the colours meant nothing to 8 year old me). Next thing I know I'm flying through the air hitting the other side of the room and my hand was black all over for days afterwards. I learnt a life lesson that day (let your mate do the dangerous stuff).dickymint said:
I was building up to that confession next - first thing Monday morning in assembly the local Bobby was there and he and the headmaster delivered a very serious lecture on the weekends happenings - our red faces were a dead giveaway. We got away with it but we never did it again.......stuck with the pennies though 
I still have my pennies (that I'd converted into 2p pieces on the train track). I remember cycling to the East Coast main Line at Essendine as a kid to put some pennies on the track. My God that was dangerous. (1) You could see a train in the far distance but the tiny amount of time they took to get to you was staggeringly fast as they are flat out there. I remember looking up startled at how fast it was approaching. (2) The pennies on the track were spun off like shrapnel at that speed.Stupid thing to do - you just don't appreciate the danger as a kid and it's all fun ... til it isn't.
My parents had one of these paraffin camping stoves in the shed. As kids we used to have pretend fights with all the local boys in the local woods. Some had bows/arrows, others catapults, some spud guns, some water bombs, stones, sticks, whatever you could lay your hands on really.
As a 12 year old I managed to convert my parents camping stove into a flame thrower. I took the rose off it then pump the pressure up to the max and you got a fine jet of paraffin about 12ft long squirting out when held horizontally. My flame thrower was a battle field game changer and saw off anyone that came close. It had the unfortunate side effect of setting fire to the brush in the woods which then had to be stamped out. By the time I got home I stunk of parraffin, jeans had burn marks and so on so got in much trouble.
As a 12 year old I managed to convert my parents camping stove into a flame thrower. I took the rose off it then pump the pressure up to the max and you got a fine jet of paraffin about 12ft long squirting out when held horizontally. My flame thrower was a battle field game changer and saw off anyone that came close. It had the unfortunate side effect of setting fire to the brush in the woods which then had to be stamped out. By the time I got home I stunk of parraffin, jeans had burn marks and so on so got in much trouble.
The camping stoves reignited a memory that I have only just put away after 55 years
My parents had one of these stoves with fold down pot stands (pic below). I was 3 years old and we were on holiday in Germany, stopped in a layby and mum was boiling a kettle on the stove.
I toddled past, and caught the stove some how and the the lit burner burnt into the inside of my knee all the way to the bone (I still have the scar). This event and the subsequent changes of dressings are my most vivid early memories, the pain, the smell of cooking flesh, the horrible dressings that stuck to the wound etc.
My parents had one of these stoves with fold down pot stands (pic below). I was 3 years old and we were on holiday in Germany, stopped in a layby and mum was boiling a kettle on the stove.
I toddled past, and caught the stove some how and the the lit burner burnt into the inside of my knee all the way to the bone (I still have the scar). This event and the subsequent changes of dressings are my most vivid early memories, the pain, the smell of cooking flesh, the horrible dressings that stuck to the wound etc.
eldar said:
dickymint said:
Just reminded me of "The Tally Man" he could sell you anything on 'tick' (and not at extortionate interest rates) Harold House was his name and had a really loud voice and door knocking ability. I remember a few times when the door was knocked loudly my Mum would get us kids together and we'd all hide under the kitchen table till he'd gone
We were the first house in our street to have "wall to wall carpet" in the living room - dead posh we were
Wall to Wall, you say?We were the first house in our street to have "wall to wall carpet" in the living room - dead posh we were
https://www.carpets-lancing.co.uk/
Max Wall said:
My father was a carpet layer, they called him Walter Wall
DickyC said:
Jonquil said:
dickymint said:
Just reminded me of "The Tally Man" he could sell you anything on 'tick' (and not at extortionate interest rates)
Come mister Tally man and tally me banana,daylight come and me wan' go home.
I'm gonna take my bongos and go, man.
No wonder 'me wanna go ome'
DickyC said:
The weekend decoke. Gasket set, valve grinding stick and paste. I used to enjoy that. Just Saturday if all went well but good to have the Sunday contingency.
Yes Spannering on a saturday Once dida de coke outside my parents house with my MK1 3000 Capri , Had it off to a fine art , then pulling the distributor out to reset the timing , I heard a clink ,clink noise , and the hexagonal drive spindle that connects the distributor to the oil pump fell out !
It got trapped in the sump
I had to use my engine crane to raise the engine 6" just off the cross member so i could undo the sump enough to retrieve the spindle ... Once out I did a proper "bodge it over the weekend " to get the car on the road job.
I welded the spindle to the end of the distributor .... In hindsight not a good idea as the hexagonal spindle would wear over time and potentially lose your oil pump . It lasted two years until I had the engine re bored to 3.1
fun times
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