Things from the past you would not get away with today....
Discussion
The Nur said:
Condi said:
Finding porn in the bushes. Just doesnt happen these days...
Apparently, it does. You just aren't lurking in the right bushes.Plus, these days, you are probably closer to the age of the porn leaver, not the finder.
I was going to leave in the mates borrowed can for his 13 and 16yo sons to find but thought better of it.
GTIR said:
I found a newish copy Knave (or whatever it was, I didn't look at who produced it!) in the bushes about 4 months ago up north way.
I was going to leave in the mates borrowed can for his 13 and 16yo sons to find but thought better of it.
I was going to leave in the mates borrowed can for his 13 and 16yo sons to find but thought better of it.
This still begs the question why you were lurking in the bushes oop north?
My mate borrowed his uncles 12 bore and some catridges,we just put it on the back seat drove trough town to the forest, then took it in turn standing out of the sun roof taking a pop at anything that moved.(wild life i may add) imagine getting stopped with that on your back seat now.
bint said:
You've all forgotten one of the best things a kid could do - go into the cockpit of a plane when going on holiday and having the pilot talk you through all the switches and letting you press one! I'm glad I got the chance
Yes! This was the part of the holiday I most looked forward too.MrMagoo said:
bint said:
You've all forgotten one of the best things a kid could do - go into the cockpit of a plane when going on holiday and having the pilot talk you through all the switches and letting you press one! I'm glad I got the chance
Yes! This was the part of the holiday I most looked forward too.As a kid flying BOAC on my own with a stewardess to look after me, I always went up front to meet the Captain. This also happened when I was 21 in 1983 on a BA flight to Hong Kong. After drinking solidly for 6 hours I asked the stewardess where we were and she just took me to the cockpit to meet the crew. I ruined it by staggering drunkenly forward and hitting my head on some of the switches. The Captain asked that I be removed from the cockpit at this point.
Fast forward to the mid 90s and I sat with the crew on a Qantas 747 from Sydney to LA and chatted with the 1st officer for a while. He told me that he kept forgetting how big a Jumbo was and that there were over 300 people sitting behind him. I think he missed his days in the Australian Airforce.
I shall refrain from spouting my hatred towards those mad fekers that ruined all that and have managed to make flying as a passenger a right pain in the harris.
Fast forward to the mid 90s and I sat with the crew on a Qantas 747 from Sydney to LA and chatted with the 1st officer for a while. He told me that he kept forgetting how big a Jumbo was and that there were over 300 people sitting behind him. I think he missed his days in the Australian Airforce.
I shall refrain from spouting my hatred towards those mad fekers that ruined all that and have managed to make flying as a passenger a right pain in the harris.
vixen1700 said:
Mobile Chicane said:
I remember, on a school trip to France aged 13 or so, the teachers allowed us to buy flick knives. (Big ones too.)
This was on the understanding that, if we got caught bringing them back to the UK, they knew nothing about it, right?
This was on the understanding that, if we got caught bringing them back to the UK, they knew nothing about it, right?
Flick knives were a must on foreign school trips. We all had them.
On that theme, but much smaller, the rolls of caps you could get for your toy pistol. They fitted into little pressed plastic holders that then went into the toy gun. I remember unwrapping a fresh roll and the smell was wonderful. They made a great line of 'fuse' fire like the beginning of Mission Impossible. Happy happy days.
GTIR said:
If you can't get your cock out in front of all the year...
You've just reminded me of a kid at primary school called Mark Holloway. He was, shall we say, a bit 'simple', and very easily led.We girls would egg him on to expose himself to a particular elderly female dinner supervisor, who would shriek with horror, while we all fell about laughing.
I do wonder where he is now - locked away somewhere no doubt.
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