I'm old enough to remember when........
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colin_p said:
At the age of about 13 when 20 Benson & Hedges and a box of matches were £0.99 and a half penny. And when you could buy fags from a vending machine.
Then a few years later at about the age of 16 when in a pub a pint of lager was £1.00 but we drank bitter because it £0.90
And apologies for not reading all the pages but has anyone mentioned white dog poo yet?
You didn't smoke that as well did you? Then a few years later at about the age of 16 when in a pub a pint of lager was £1.00 but we drank bitter because it £0.90
And apologies for not reading all the pages but has anyone mentioned white dog poo yet?
Letting the dog out in the evening to mooch around the estate on his own.
When he'd had enough, he would stand with his front paws on the front door sill, and knock the door using his nose and the letterbox, which swung out and up.
Yes, we were incredibly council. Wouldn't dream of doing that now!
When he'd had enough, he would stand with his front paws on the front door sill, and knock the door using his nose and the letterbox, which swung out and up.
Yes, we were incredibly council. Wouldn't dream of doing that now!
Front bottom said:
Letting the dog out in the evening to mooch around the estate on his own.
When he'd had enough, he would stand with his front paws on the front door sill, and knock the door using his nose and the letterbox, which swung out and up.
Yes, we were incredibly council. Wouldn't dream of doing that now!
Never had a dog as a child but do remember in the 70's a fair few, as you say, mooching about, probably doing white poo. What did you feed yours, hope it wasn't chalk?When he'd had enough, he would stand with his front paws on the front door sill, and knock the door using his nose and the letterbox, which swung out and up.
Yes, we were incredibly council. Wouldn't dream of doing that now!
Talking of which and in answer to smoking white dog poo.....
Prior to starting smoking proper at 13, I'm sure it was 'sweet' ciggarettes that started it off. They were a bit chalky but I don't recall doing any white poo myself as a nipper.
StanleyT said:
That'll be why then. Although my Dad always called it the Free State.......despite him being born in Lancas
te originally. And then next generation ironically I get born in passing back in Gods own y, Yorkste and then go on another generation later to marry a lass from Ulster. Enough to make Michael Collins turn in his grave.
It stopped being The Free State in the 1930s.te originally. And then next generation ironically I get born in passing back in Gods own y, Yorkste and then go on another generation later to marry a lass from Ulster. Enough to make Michael Collins turn in his grave.Odd no one has mentioned pre decimal currency. :-)
JFK in Dallas.
Churchill funeral and the 5s coin issued later which was going to be worth a fortune years later.
Actually watching England win the world cup
Women in pubs - lounge only not allowed in the bar.
Driving from Liverpool to Cornwall needing an overnight stay around Bristol :-)
The rollercoaster of the 60's from My Lai, Martin Luther, Prague and Paris in 68
and having the first colour TV in the road had around 10-15 neighbours around on the do first Saturday night.
James Burke and the first Moon EVA.
JFK in Dallas.
Churchill funeral and the 5s coin issued later which was going to be worth a fortune years later.
Actually watching England win the world cup
Women in pubs - lounge only not allowed in the bar.
Driving from Liverpool to Cornwall needing an overnight stay around Bristol :-)
The rollercoaster of the 60's from My Lai, Martin Luther, Prague and Paris in 68
and having the first colour TV in the road had around 10-15 neighbours around on the do first Saturday night.
James Burke and the first Moon EVA.
vixen1700 said:
When you had to go on a waiting list with the GPO to have a phone installed.
We had a cool new Trimphone in grey/green.
Had a luminous too.
Party phone lines (shared with the neighbour, if you picked the phone in your house up while the neighbour was using it you'd hear their conversation)!We had a cool new Trimphone in grey/green.
Had a luminous too.
Buses in Yorkshire that couldn't make it up the hill with the passengers on, so everyone (except the very old) had to get off and walk up the hill where the bus would wait at the top.
Motorcycle sidecars being a regular sighting.
All the people that used to come round every house on a regular cycle to deliver, sell or collect something; the Ringtons Tea man, the coal man, the Pop man (can't remember his company name), the milk man, the insurance man, the rent man.
Going to the market to buy a whole sack of spuds, every two weeks I think. And it being a paper sack, not a plastic or string sack like now, and proper heavy.
Life before central heating ... having to light a fire to get any heat or hot water.
Outside toilets still being a thing.
A neighbour's mini where you had to pull on a wire to open the doors.
Going to the airport as a family day out (not flying anywhere, just sitting on the roof terrace or in the cafe to watch the planes coming and going).
Chemistry lessons at school where you got to do proper experiments, yourself, not just watch the teacher or watch a video.
Home Economics lessons, where you had to cook things.
The Green Cross Code, and Cycling Proficiency lessons/badges.
Being made to walk miles to the town swimming pool for swimming lessons each week.
Sweet cigarettes (before the red end was banned).
Overhead projectors in the office and having to write your presentation up on OHP film with those packs of four coloured pens.
Typewriters and Gestetner machines or whatever they were called (pre-photocopier), where you had to type or write whatever needed to be duplicated onto a special sheet of paper, fit it to the machine and then sit there turning the handle over and over, and those weird purple copies it produced.
Edited by kev1974 on Thursday 27th September 00:35
Roofless Toothless said:
In the fifties you could get highly concentrated orange juice from the chemist. I recall it came in medicine bottles, just like the ones adults used to get sticky red 'tonic' in. It seemed to be an effort by the Americans to keep their allies alive while they rebuilt Germany.
And Lucozade, with the glass bottle being wrapped in red cellophane, just one flavour, from the chemist as well. Not in all the flavours they do now and not from the newsagent!Speaking of the newsagent, going in to pay him every fortnight, and his massive handwritten book of paper orders.
Moonhawk said:
Captain Smerc said:
Hedge porn 
That's why childhood obesity was so rare - we had to trek miles looking for hedge porn. None of this "sitting in your bedroom with an iPad" nonsense.
generationx said:
Dad buying a house without central heating.
I remember, pre-central heating, waking up to ice on the inside of the bedroom window. The early storage heaters. Huge, grey metal boxes filled with bricks and giving off negligible heat. Mum used to drape our school uniforms on them in an attempt to warm them up for us.
There used to be a little Sainsbury's in Ilford Lane, just a single shop in the terrace, a block away from where we lived. When I was old enough my mum used to send me there for half a dozen eggs, which I would carry back in a brown paper bag, concentrating like mad all the way not to crack any.
I suppose 90% of their sales were eggs, butter, bacon and cheese - cheddar mostly, Dutch was highly exotic. I can remember the butter being patted and wrapped in grease proof paper, and cheese cut with a wire, while I stood cooling my upper lip and nose on the edge of the marble counter. (I was about 24 at the time, so it was uncomfortable standing like that ... )
Now a memory not quite so pleasant ...
... Loads of kids with leg braces.
I suppose 90% of their sales were eggs, butter, bacon and cheese - cheddar mostly, Dutch was highly exotic. I can remember the butter being patted and wrapped in grease proof paper, and cheese cut with a wire, while I stood cooling my upper lip and nose on the edge of the marble counter. (I was about 24 at the time, so it was uncomfortable standing like that ... )
Now a memory not quite so pleasant ...
... Loads of kids with leg braces.
Roofless Toothless said:
There used to be a little Sainsbury's in Ilford Lane, just a single shop in the terrace, a block away from where we lived. When I was old enough my mum used to send me there for half a dozen eggs, which I would carry back in a brown paper bag, concentrating like mad all the way not to crack any.
I suppose 90% of their sales were eggs, butter, bacon and cheese - cheddar mostly, Dutch was highly exotic. I can remember the butter being patted and wrapped in grease proof paper, and cheese cut with a wire, while I stood cooling my upper lip and nose on the edge of the marble counter. (I was about 24 at the time, so it was uncomfortable standing like that ... )
We lived off Ilford lane when I was a kid, from about 1969 to 1977. When I was small I’d get sent the Indian shop to buy the foods and spices mum needed to cook Caribbean food. I guess I’d have been about 6. Don’t think you’d want to let a 6yo wonder around Ilford on their own now. I suppose 90% of their sales were eggs, butter, bacon and cheese - cheddar mostly, Dutch was highly exotic. I can remember the butter being patted and wrapped in grease proof paper, and cheese cut with a wire, while I stood cooling my upper lip and nose on the edge of the marble counter. (I was about 24 at the time, so it was uncomfortable standing like that ... )
Roofless Toothless said:
Now a memory not quite so pleasant ...
... Loads of kids with leg braces.
I don't remember that being common, but I do remember the charity boxes in the form of a little girl wearing leg braces.... Loads of kids with leg braces.
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