I remember when Chappers was just an old man.
I'm so old I remember Page 8
Quote: Lee @ March 6 2013, 10:21 PM GMTI remember when Chappers was just an old man.
Before the op?
I remember the classic Thames Television ident - Big Ben & St Pauls reflected in the Thames - before the word "ident" had even been invented.
Quote: Lee Henman @ March 6 2013, 3:29 PM GMTSweet shops with dozens of big glass jars filled with sweets that you bought by the 'quarter'.
The streets filled with dog shit, some of it white.
No central heating, ice on the inside of my bedroom window in the winter and a coal fire in the lounge. No such thing as duvets either, just blankets.
Decent music.
EVERYONE smoked EVERYWHERE. Parents smoked like chimneys in the living room, bedrooms etc. They smoked around their babies and kids and couldn't give a f**k. Countless kids developed asthma because of it. But the parents kept on smoking.
Three channels on the telly. BBC1, BBC2 and ITV. And there was no round the clock TV, it switched off about 11 pm until about 9am the next morning. Before they switched off the announcer would terrify you by telling you to unplug the TV and switch off lights in case they caught fire and burned your house down.
The music charts meant something. To get into the top ten was a major achievement and you had to sell many thousands of singles to do it, unlike about 12 today. Manufactured pop bands were seen as a joke, rather than the norm.
Corporal punishment at school. Parents had to sign a waiver that basically said the teachers were allowed to hit their kids. And they did hit us with sticks or whatever came to hand. Back in the seventies it was perfectly acceptable for my headmaster to bend me over his desk, pull down my shorts and hit me several times with a slipper that - inexplicably - had the words "The Weinder" tippexed on the sole.
Fearsome dinnerladies who forced you to eat every last scrap on the plate. There was a girl called Irene Oxford who hated cabbage and one of the dinnerladies stood over her, screaming at her to eat it as the entire school dinner hall looked on. She ate some and promptly vomited all over the table, for which she was caned. Harsh.
Proper seasons. Boiling in the summer, proper snow in the winter. Not this everlasting grey nothingness that we have now.
People with limps. Every other person you saw seemed to have a limp or a squint or something wrong with them, especially the older generation. You'd never see a pensioner out jogging like you do now.
Town centres you could drive around. You could drive directly into the town centre and park in the road.
Toilet cisterns high up on the wall with about a thousand gallons of water in, with a big chain dangling down that when pulled cause a tsunami of water that could flush a baby hippo away. My environmentally-friendly cistern holds about three tablespoons of water and struggles to flush a plop the size of a chocolate button.
I miss white dog poo. Where's it all gone?
I still use blankets. Can't abide duvets. I remember they were first called "continental quilts".
My wife was force-fed rice pudding at primary school by a teacher. They literally held her down while they inserted it. I'm not allowed to eat it now while she's in the vicinity.
We have a high-up cistern with a long, dangly chain in our council flat. You're right about the tsunami. We have to warn visitors to stand well back when they flush, or close the lid first.
Quote: Chappers @ March 6 2013, 10:20 PM GMTOn the third stroke....
YOU CAN'T SAY THAT!!!
It was Robertson's jams as well as marmalades. I still have my wee badge.
Quote: Lee Henman @ March 6 2013, 3:29 PM GMTSweet shops with dozens of big glass jars filled with sweets that you bought by the 'quarter'.
See my boiled sweets links
The streets filled with dog shit, some of it white.
No central heating, ice on the inside of my bedroom window in the winter and a coal fire in the lounge. No such thing as duvets either, just blankets.
'Jack Frost's been.'
Decent music.
That if we're talking 60s
EVERYONE smoked EVERYWHERE. Parents smoked like chimneys in the living room, bedrooms etc. They smoked around their babies and kids and couldn't give a f**k. Countless kids developed asthma because of it. But the parents kept on smoking.
Three channels on the telly. BBC1, BBC2 and ITV. And there was no round the clock TV, it switched off about 11 pm until about 9am the next morning. Before they switched off the announcer would terrify you by telling you to unplug the TV and switch off lights in case they caught fire and burned your house down.
Watching the wite spot in the centre of the screen disappear.
The music charts meant something. To get into the top ten was a major achievement and you had to sell many thousands of singles to do it, unlike about 12 today. Manufactured pop bands were seen as a joke, rather than the norm.
Susan Boyle sold 12?
Corporal punishment at school. Parents had to sign a waiver that basically said the teachers were allowed to hit their kids. And they did hit us with sticks or whatever came to hand. Back in the seventies it was perfectly acceptable for my headmaster to bend me over his desk, pull down my shorts and hit me several times with a slipper that - inexplicably - had the words "The Weinder" tippexed on the sole.
I was always good.
Fearsome dinnerladies who forced you to eat every last scrap on the plate. There was a girl called Irene Oxford who hated cabbage and one of the dinnerladies stood over her, screaming at her to eat it as the entire school dinner hall looked on. She ate some and promptly vomited all over the table, for which she was caned. Harsh.
Fish or cheese pie on Fridays.
Proper seasons. Boiling in the summer, proper snow in the winter. Not this everlasting grey nothingness that we have now.
xactly
People with limps. Every other person you saw seemed to have a limp or a squint or something wrong with them, especially the older generation. You'd never see a pensioner out jogging like you do now.
'You know him. Stiff little chap, throws his leg out.
Town centres you could drive around. You could drive directly into the town centre and park in the road.
And no bikes being ridden on pavements.
Toilet cisterns high up on the wall with about a thousand gallons of water in, with a big chain dangling down that when pulled cause a tsunami of water that could flush a baby hippo away. My environmentally-friendly cistern holds about three tablespoons of water and struggles to flush a plop the size of a chocolate button.
We used to do proper poos back then. None of today's squitty stuff.
Quote: Lee @ March 6 2013, 7:04 PM GMTI don't believe that's true. If you did it personally, you may have just been lucky. But there has always been scum bags about and there always will be.
Tis true, in Beaufort, Ebbw Vale in my youth we never gave any thought to locking our bicycles, it wasn't necessary.
Quote: keewik @ March 6 2013, 11:27 PM GMTIt was Robertson's jams as well as marmalades. I still have my wee badge.
I never got a badge for having a wee !
Quote: billwill @ March 7 2013, 12:22 AM GMTTis true, in Beaufort, Ebbw Vale in my youth we never gave any thought to locking our bicycles, it wasn't necessary.
I think that's still true nowadays, in small quaint villages where men in baths tubs rolling down the hills are the only delinquent behaviour you'll see.
Asbestos and amalgam weren't always dangerous. I had lots of the latter in my mouth.
Quote: Lee Henman @ March 6 2013, 3:29 PM GMTSweet shops with dozens of big glass jars filled with sweets that you bought by the 'quarter'.
The streets filled with dog shit, some of it white.
No central heating, ice on the inside of my bedroom window in the winter and a coal fire in the lounge. No such thing as duvets either, just blankets.
Decent music.
EVERYONE smoked EVERYWHERE. Parents smoked like chimneys in the living room, bedrooms etc. They smoked around their babies and kids and couldn't give a f**k. Countless kids developed asthma because of it. But the parents kept on smoking.
Three channels on the telly. BBC1, BBC2 and ITV. And there was no round the clock TV, it switched off about 11 pm until about 9am the next morning. Before they switched off the announcer would terrify you by telling you to unplug the TV and switch off lights in case they caught fire and burned your house down.
The music charts meant something. To get into the top ten was a major achievement and you had to sell many thousands of singles to do it, unlike about 12 today. Manufactured pop bands were seen as a joke, rather than the norm.
Corporal punishment at school. Parents had to sign a waiver that basically said the teachers were allowed to hit their kids. And they did hit us with sticks or whatever came to hand. Back in the seventies it was perfectly acceptable for my headmaster to bend me over his desk, pull down my shorts and hit me several times with a slipper that - inexplicably - had the words "The Weinder" tippexed on the sole.
Fearsome dinnerladies who forced you to eat every last scrap on the plate. There was a girl called Irene Oxford who hated cabbage and one of the dinnerladies stood over her, screaming at her to eat it as the entire school dinner hall looked on. She ate some and promptly vomited all over the table, for which she was caned. Harsh.
Proper seasons. Boiling in the summer, proper snow in the winter. Not this everlasting grey nothingness that we have now.
People with limps. Every other person you saw seemed to have a limp or a squint or something wrong with them, especially the older generation. You'd never see a pensioner out jogging like you do now.
Town centres you could drive around. You could drive directly into the town centre and park in the road.
Toilet cisterns high up on the wall with about a thousand gallons of water in, with a big chain dangling down that when pulled cause a tsunami of water that could flush a baby hippo away. My environmentally-friendly cistern holds about three tablespoons of water and struggles to flush a plop the size of a chocolate button.
All of the above. Limping squinty people made me piss my pants as It was so true.
Quote: Loopey @ March 6 2013, 2:10 PM GMTI still have a Twizzle annual.
When I walk along the road and see a wall,
O, I just start to crick myself,
I just start to crick myself until I'm tall.
I'm a very special toy, Twizzle,
An extra special twizzly toy, Twizzle,
Sometimes I can make myself so wee and small,
Sometimes I can twizzle till I'm very very tall.
I'm a very special toy, Twizzle,
Such a very clever toy, Twizzle,
My friends just watch me crick,
It's such a lovely trick,
O, I love to grow just like a tree,
No other toy can crick like me,
I'm very special you can see,
'Cos I'm Twizzle
Quote: Billy Bunter @ March 6 2013, 5:35 PM GMTOf course the Monkees were a manufactured band. So were the Beatles.
I hate The Beatles, the worst thing about living next to Liverpool is hearing people bleat on about that bloody awful, average group. They released four good singles.
Get over it.
Quote: Billy Bunter @ March 6 2013, 5:35 PM GMTOf course the Monkees were a manufactured band. So were the Beatles.
Er no, not really.
Quote: David Carmon @ March 7 2013, 11:47 PM GMTI hate The Beatles, the worst thing about living next to Liverpool is hearing people bleat on about that bloody awful, average group.
The worst thing about Liverpool is a couple of million people who confuse having an attitude problem with having a sense of humour.
Quote: David Carmon @ March 7 2013, 11:47 PM GMTI hate The Beatles, the worst thing about living next to Liverpool is hearing people bleat on about that bloody awful, average group. They released four good singles.
Get over it.
And that from someone that likes 2point 4 Children . . . . .
I am so old I remember when nostalgia was what it used to be.