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I remember chocolate coming off ration and making myself sick as a dog. I remember my air rifles and my first .410 at 11 yrs old, then my Dad telling me at 14 I was old enough to use the double-barrelled 12 bore. I pulled both triggers at once and fell flat on my back. I remember catching the bus over Portsdown hill to see "The Longest Day" in that terrible winter of 62/3 and having to help push the bus to the top of the hill. I remember walking on the frozen Solent that year. I remember working on the bale sledge at harvest time, driving the TVO Fordson tractor, spud picking at 2/6d a sack, toting bales of 56lb at 14, and now something most of you won't remember - phone tapping. Our number was Droxford 51 and we didn't even have buttons A & B but the telephone exchange in the village. But when we went to A & B things changed. Pick up the phone and tap the code to the next village, say 39, then, research having been done, the code from that village onward and if you were adept you could ring friends in London for nowt. I remember buying bangers in November at 6d a dozen, having battles with them, throwing them at each other. I remember making go-karts, old big pram wheels at the rear and little ones at the front, I remember scrambles and me being in the chair of the sidecar at Grandfathers Bottom (I kid you not) races, I remember the cafés and jukeboxes, me with my Tiger 100 and Esso tiger stickers on my helmet to look big and tough - at 5' 8" and 8 stone dripping wet. I remember paying for the milk in farthings, I remember buying the cottage loaf hot and the top part being missing when I got home, I remember Tom Parker dairies and taking the reins while the milkman delivered, I remember dismantling hayricks and all of us facing outward ready to shoot the rats and particularly the vixen and cubs when we got near the end, and riding on the combine to shoot the b
ds as the field got smaller and they made a break for it. I know I was in the White Horse when the news of Kennedy being shot came through. And lastly - for now - I remember the local priest storming around because we had been using our catapults and moist clay balls using the stained glass windows as targets - during the service. Bikes, roller skates, Saturday matinées with the Three Stooges, more will follow. I don't want you all to go to sleep at once.
I remember chocolate coming off ration and making myself sick as a dog. I remember my air rifles and my first .410 at 11 yrs old, then my Dad telling me at 14 I was old enough to use the double-barrelled 12 bore. I pulled both triggers at once and fell flat on my back. I remember catching the bus over Portsdown hill to see "The Longest Day" in that terrible winter of 62/3 and having to help push the bus to the top of the hill. I remember walking on the frozen Solent that year. I remember working on the bale sledge at harvest time, driving the TVO Fordson tractor, spud picking at 2/6d a sack, toting bales of 56lb at 14, and now something most of you won't remember - phone tapping. Our number was Droxford 51 and we didn't even have buttons A & B but the telephone exchange in the village. But when we went to A & B things changed. Pick up the phone and tap the code to the next village, say 39, then, research having been done, the code from that village onward and if you were adept you could ring friends in London for nowt. I remember buying bangers in November at 6d a dozen, having battles with them, throwing them at each other. I remember making go-karts, old big pram wheels at the rear and little ones at the front, I remember scrambles and me being in the chair of the sidecar at Grandfathers Bottom (I kid you not) races, I remember the cafés and jukeboxes, me with my Tiger 100 and Esso tiger stickers on my helmet to look big and tough - at 5' 8" and 8 stone dripping wet. I remember paying for the milk in farthings, I remember buying the cottage loaf hot and the top part being missing when I got home, I remember Tom Parker dairies and taking the reins while the milkman delivered, I remember dismantling hayricks and all of us facing outward ready to shoot the rats and particularly the vixen and cubs when we got near the end, and riding on the combine to shoot the b
ds as the field got smaller and they made a break for it. I know I was in the White Horse when the news of Kennedy being shot came through. And lastly - for now - I remember the local priest storming around because we had been using our catapults and moist clay balls using the stained glass windows as targets - during the service. Bikes, roller skates, Saturday matinées with the Three Stooges, more will follow. I don't want you all to go to sleep at once.lowdrag said:
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I remember chocolate coming off ration and making myself sick as a dog. I remember my air rifles and my first .410 at 11 yrs old, then my Dad telling me at 14 I was old enough to use the double-barrelled 12 bore. I pulled both triggers at once and fell flat on my back. I remember catching the bus over Portsdown hill to see "The Longest Day" in that terrible winter of 62/3 and having to help push the bus to the top of the hill. I remember walking on the frozen Solent that year. I remember working on the bale sledge at harvest time, driving the TVO Fordson tractor, spud picking at 2/6d a sack, toting bales of 56lb at 14, and now something most of you won't remember - phone tapping. Our number was Droxford 51 and we didn't even have buttons A & B but the telephone exchange in the village. But when we went to A & B things changed. Pick up the phone and tap the code to the next village, say 39, then, research having been done, the code from that village onward and if you were adept you could ring friends in London for nowt. I remember buying bangers in November at 6d a dozen, having battles with them, throwing them at each other. I remember making go-karts, old big pram wheels at the rear and little ones at the front, I remember scrambles and me being in the chair of the sidecar at Grandfathers Bottom (I kid you not) races, I remember the cafés and jukeboxes, me with my Tiger 100 and Esso tiger stickers on my helmet to look big and tough - at 5' 8" and 8 stone dripping wet. I remember paying for the milk in farthings, I remember buying the cottage loaf hot and the top part being missing when I got home, I remember Tom Parker dairies and taking the reins while the milkman delivered, I remember dismantling hayricks and all of us facing outward ready to shoot the rats and particularly the vixen and cubs when we got near the end, and riding on the combine to shoot the bds as the field got smaller and they made a break for it. I know I was in the White Horse when the news of Kennedy being shot came through. And lastly - for now - I remember the local priest storming around because we had been using our catapults and moist clay balls using the stained glass windows as targets - during the service. Bikes, roller skates, Saturday matinées with the Three Stooges, more will follow. I don't want you all to go to sleep at once.
Shame you don’t remember paragraphs I remember chocolate coming off ration and making myself sick as a dog. I remember my air rifles and my first .410 at 11 yrs old, then my Dad telling me at 14 I was old enough to use the double-barrelled 12 bore. I pulled both triggers at once and fell flat on my back. I remember catching the bus over Portsdown hill to see "The Longest Day" in that terrible winter of 62/3 and having to help push the bus to the top of the hill. I remember walking on the frozen Solent that year. I remember working on the bale sledge at harvest time, driving the TVO Fordson tractor, spud picking at 2/6d a sack, toting bales of 56lb at 14, and now something most of you won't remember - phone tapping. Our number was Droxford 51 and we didn't even have buttons A & B but the telephone exchange in the village. But when we went to A & B things changed. Pick up the phone and tap the code to the next village, say 39, then, research having been done, the code from that village onward and if you were adept you could ring friends in London for nowt. I remember buying bangers in November at 6d a dozen, having battles with them, throwing them at each other. I remember making go-karts, old big pram wheels at the rear and little ones at the front, I remember scrambles and me being in the chair of the sidecar at Grandfathers Bottom (I kid you not) races, I remember the cafés and jukeboxes, me with my Tiger 100 and Esso tiger stickers on my helmet to look big and tough - at 5' 8" and 8 stone dripping wet. I remember paying for the milk in farthings, I remember buying the cottage loaf hot and the top part being missing when I got home, I remember Tom Parker dairies and taking the reins while the milkman delivered, I remember dismantling hayricks and all of us facing outward ready to shoot the rats and particularly the vixen and cubs when we got near the end, and riding on the combine to shoot the b
ds as the field got smaller and they made a break for it. I know I was in the White Horse when the news of Kennedy being shot came through. And lastly - for now - I remember the local priest storming around because we had been using our catapults and moist clay balls using the stained glass windows as targets - during the service. Bikes, roller skates, Saturday matinées with the Three Stooges, more will follow. I don't want you all to go to sleep at once.
lowdrag said:
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. I remember making go-karts, old big pram wheels at the rear and little ones at the front,
Silvercross pram wheels were the best by far . I remember making go-karts, old big pram wheels at the rear and little ones at the front,
Did you make catapults with the springs from bedsteads and lots of elastic bands or cut a V branch from a tree and the rubber from snooker tables?
On another note did anyone else play "Tin tan tommy" ?
Edited by alfie2244 on Saturday 24th February 20:43
Gunk said:
Shame you don’t remember paragraphs
LOL. That was a list, not an essay, but on the subject of education I still have my Common Entrance papers from 1958. How many kids today could do these at 12 yrs old?
CE Latin by Tony Brown, on Flickr
CE FRench B Greek by Tony Brown, on Flickr
CE French A by Tony Brown, on FlickrThese are but a few. I have all the rest.
GetCarter said:
Johnspex said:
GetCarter said:
When I was a student the phone number in my rented accommodation was Hampstead 50.
How cool was that!
Good god! How old are you?How cool was that!
okay it was Hampstead 0050. - but yes I'm bloody oldEileen and I now have to admit to being old, and we certainly can't run about the way we used to do 50 years ago, but quite honestly we still don't feel so different from how we felt in our courting days. This, dating back to 1955, has always been 'our song' - and however foolish / inappropriate / deluded it may seem to some - it reflects the way we've always felt:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vIHWmW1eyUg
As for telephone numbers, the number at our family home in Scarborough in the 1950s was 862. As the telephone system was extended that became 60862, then 360862, and now it's the number of one of our recent neighbours.
Jazzy Jag said:
Gunk said:
Klackers, our school banned them
I think, just about every school banned them.
A& E Depts must have been packed with the resulting injuries
lowdrag said:
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I remember chocolate coming off ration and making myself sick as a dog. I remember my air rifles and my first .410 at 11 yrs old, then my Dad telling me at 14 I was old enough to use the double-barrelled 12 bore. I pulled both triggers at once and fell flat on my back. I remember catching the bus over Portsdown hill to see "The Longest Day" in that terrible winter of 62/3 and having to help push the bus to the top of the hill. I remember walking on the frozen Solent that year. I remember working on the bale sledge at harvest time, driving the TVO Fordson tractor, spud picking at 2/6d a sack, toting bales of 56lb at 14, and now something most of you won't remember - phone tapping. Our number was Droxford 51 and we didn't even have buttons A & B but the telephone exchange in the village. But when we went to A & B things changed. Pick up the phone and tap the code to the next village, say 39, then, research having been done, the code from that village onward and if you were adept you could ring friends in London for nowt. I remember buying bangers in November at 6d a dozen, having battles with them, throwing them at each other. I remember making go-karts, old big pram wheels at the rear and little ones at the front, I remember scrambles and me being in the chair of the sidecar at Grandfathers Bottom (I kid you not) races, I remember the cafés and jukeboxes, me with my Tiger 100 and Esso tiger stickers on my helmet to look big and tough - at 5' 8" and 8 stone dripping wet. I remember paying for the milk in farthings, I remember buying the cottage loaf hot and the top part being missing when I got home, I remember Tom Parker dairies and taking the reins while the milkman delivered, I remember dismantling hayricks and all of us facing outward ready to shoot the rats and particularly the vixen and cubs when we got near the end, and riding on the combine to shoot the bds as the field got smaller and they made a break for it. I know I was in the White Horse when the news of Kennedy being shot came through. And lastly - for now - I remember the local priest storming around because we had been using our catapults and moist clay balls using the stained glass windows as targets - during the service. Bikes, roller skates, Saturday matinées with the Three Stooges, more will follow. I don't want you all to go to sleep at once.
Very nice - thanks for that. Obviously you're another dude of somewhat advanced years. I remember chocolate coming off ration and making myself sick as a dog. I remember my air rifles and my first .410 at 11 yrs old, then my Dad telling me at 14 I was old enough to use the double-barrelled 12 bore. I pulled both triggers at once and fell flat on my back. I remember catching the bus over Portsdown hill to see "The Longest Day" in that terrible winter of 62/3 and having to help push the bus to the top of the hill. I remember walking on the frozen Solent that year. I remember working on the bale sledge at harvest time, driving the TVO Fordson tractor, spud picking at 2/6d a sack, toting bales of 56lb at 14, and now something most of you won't remember - phone tapping. Our number was Droxford 51 and we didn't even have buttons A & B but the telephone exchange in the village. But when we went to A & B things changed. Pick up the phone and tap the code to the next village, say 39, then, research having been done, the code from that village onward and if you were adept you could ring friends in London for nowt. I remember buying bangers in November at 6d a dozen, having battles with them, throwing them at each other. I remember making go-karts, old big pram wheels at the rear and little ones at the front, I remember scrambles and me being in the chair of the sidecar at Grandfathers Bottom (I kid you not) races, I remember the cafés and jukeboxes, me with my Tiger 100 and Esso tiger stickers on my helmet to look big and tough - at 5' 8" and 8 stone dripping wet. I remember paying for the milk in farthings, I remember buying the cottage loaf hot and the top part being missing when I got home, I remember Tom Parker dairies and taking the reins while the milkman delivered, I remember dismantling hayricks and all of us facing outward ready to shoot the rats and particularly the vixen and cubs when we got near the end, and riding on the combine to shoot the b
ds as the field got smaller and they made a break for it. I know I was in the White Horse when the news of Kennedy being shot came through. And lastly - for now - I remember the local priest storming around because we had been using our catapults and moist clay balls using the stained glass windows as targets - during the service. Bikes, roller skates, Saturday matinées with the Three Stooges, more will follow. I don't want you all to go to sleep at once.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lk1o8fdmres
I loved the delivery of the triple knuckle sandwich bits.
That 'fist meeting jaw' sound effect seems to have been the same for several decades of film making. I wonder how they did it...
Remember getting these free in packets of Sugar Puffs? What were they thinking?
BTW Just been reading in GG on the "Cars you didn't know existed " thread, and it occurred to me how complex the makers' ranges have become. Surely it can't be cost-effective? As someone of a certain age, there was a time when all makers had a small car, a medium-size car available as a saloon or estate car (and sometimes a convertible) and a large car. That's it. Old people didn't need an MPV or SUV for ease of sliding onto the seat, because they didn't exist. Nobody complained. People who lived in the country didn't need a raised-suspension and tacky add-on plastic version of an ordinary car, because they bought a Land-Rover . As a kid I could just about write a complete list of all the cars available for sale in the UK from memory - these days every maker has about 30 models. It's bonkers.
BTW Just been reading in GG on the "Cars you didn't know existed " thread, and it occurred to me how complex the makers' ranges have become. Surely it can't be cost-effective? As someone of a certain age, there was a time when all makers had a small car, a medium-size car available as a saloon or estate car (and sometimes a convertible) and a large car. That's it. Old people didn't need an MPV or SUV for ease of sliding onto the seat, because they didn't exist. Nobody complained. People who lived in the country didn't need a raised-suspension and tacky add-on plastic version of an ordinary car, because they bought a Land-Rover . As a kid I could just about write a complete list of all the cars available for sale in the UK from memory - these days every maker has about 30 models. It's bonkers.
Some of you Old Chaps must remember "Ona Surgical Rubberware" on subtle little plastic signs in the barber's shop. I seem to remember they were in a little tin and had very small elastic bands around them. That brand disappeared in the 1970s I think. Even Google returns only references by other old sods asking or commenting.
nicanary said:
Remember getting these free in packets of Sugar Puffs? What were they thinking?
In an earlier age, I think it must have been Kelloggs who included models of world speed record cars - I remember Bluebird and a Sunbeam. They comprised two halves to press together with free-running axles/wheels - all less than 2" long I guess. Great fun to race against each other on the parcel shelf of the Morris Oxford MO as long as dad was going fast enough round the bends. Cannot imagine such small components being allowed nowadays.nicanary said:
Remember getting these free in packets of Sugar Puffs? What were they thinking?
BTW Just been reading in GG on the "Cars you didn't know existed " thread, and it occurred to me how complex the makers' ranges have become. Surely it can't be cost-effective? As someone of a certain age, there was a time when all makers had a small car, a medium-size car available as a saloon or estate car (and sometimes a convertible) and a large car. That's it. Old people didn't need an MPV or SUV for ease of sliding onto the seat, because they didn't exist. Nobody complained. People who lived in the country didn't need a raised-suspension and tacky add-on plastic version of an ordinary car, because they bought a Land-Rover . As a kid I could just about write a complete list of all the cars available for sale in the UK from memory - these days every maker has about 30 models. It's bonkers.
I feel much the same.BTW Just been reading in GG on the "Cars you didn't know existed " thread, and it occurred to me how complex the makers' ranges have become. Surely it can't be cost-effective? As someone of a certain age, there was a time when all makers had a small car, a medium-size car available as a saloon or estate car (and sometimes a convertible) and a large car. That's it. Old people didn't need an MPV or SUV for ease of sliding onto the seat, because they didn't exist. Nobody complained. People who lived in the country didn't need a raised-suspension and tacky add-on plastic version of an ordinary car, because they bought a Land-Rover . As a kid I could just about write a complete list of all the cars available for sale in the UK from memory - these days every maker has about 30 models. It's bonkers.
I suppose it's partly happened because of the availability of modern sophisticated computer systems covering the design, development and production of vehicles. Without such facilities I expect model ranges would still be fairly limited; and then there's the activities of the marketing and sales people, identifying new opportunities and driving the process. It all looks a bit frivolous and wasteful to me.
To be honest, I think society in general has become too hooked on consumerism, and for myself I don't find it very appealing. I bought an almost new car in 2001 and sold it last year, replacing it with a 2003 car; and my mobile phone is a very basic model at least 10 years old.
gothatway said:
nicanary said:
Remember getting these free in packets of Sugar Puffs? What were they thinking?
In an earlier age, I think it must have been Kelloggs who included models of world speed record cars - I remember Bluebird and a Sunbeam. They comprised two halves to press together with free-running axles/wheels - all less than 2" long I guess. Great fun to race against each other on the parcel shelf of the Morris Oxford MO as long as dad was going fast enough round the bends. Cannot imagine such small components being allowed nowadays.
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