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13 Nov 25
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scalextric, meccano, space hoppers, bean bags, colouring books, football sticker albums, conkering
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Grandads full perm
On littlewoods We had football cards, not stickers. Also got cigarette cards to encourage grown ups to smoke more And cards in packets of tea, and later in boxes of tea bags. and write off for albums to collect them Green shield stamps to stick in books, and cigarette coupons to bundle, and catalogues to choose what to exchange them for. Garages gave coins in packets, football or space, and mimi busts of footballers. |
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No traffic on the roads! Bliss!
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Raleigh Chopper. Not that my parents could afford to buy me one, but Larry & I rode his to the model shop one day to buy a Subbuteo team. That's something else my parents could not afford. Funny how you don't realise you are poor at the time.
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Used to go to the local dump. Had no concept of being in any danger at the time. Clambered over barbed wire fences, hiked up and down mounds of rubbish. Scrapped bikes, scrapped frames, wheels etc; carried off and somehow “engineered” into a usable bike. The subbuteo league formed between four of us, two teams each. We were nuts. Soccer Star, Football Monthly, etc, all scissored for articles, pictures and we made programmes for upcoming games. Same here Ram. Twelve and I had three part time jobs ( was big for my age ). Can’t remember how much I gave my ma but it felt good. Saw work all around me and picked up the habit early never considering it at all anything but normal, cos it helped. Never lost the habit. Luxuries were very few and far between but, in the words of Corporal Jones “it was a good life”!
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as a kid ,long before i got interested in racing , i remember seeing those small tipping sheets in the newsagent .think they were green or pink , sealed up as the info was so secret !...on a foodie front i've recently got back into one of my childhood favourites ; heinz salad cream ! beats mayo hands down.
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Same here, paper round at 12, leaflet delivery at weekends, and school holidays about 6 of us cycling 10 miles into Kent to go pea picking on a farm for about 2 pounds a day!
But we loved it. My favs were sherbet fountains and those orange pyramid shaped jubbly things And 6d worth of chips with free scratchings (regional variations of the word scratchings available) |
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lord toffingham lolly's ,soft toffee in the middle ,vesta beef or chicken curry dried in a packet iirc ,sounds shyte now but quite exotic in the 70s , those onyx coffee tables and if you were minted a matching telephone and ciggarette box, chicken in a basket Bernie inn steak meals onion rings ,quart bottles of old English cider. those round bottles of wine with like wicker or dried reeds encasing the bottom half of the bottle added a continental touch.
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shrinking a golden wonder or smiths crisps bag by putting it in the oven for a few minutes, don't ask why !
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playing on dumps /bomb ruins derelict houses as nippers ,those black plimsoles with a rubber toecap and standing on nails which went right through the sole and a trips to the local hospital for a tetanus injection on arshe ,and while waiting at the hospital races in those hospital wheelchairs !
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penny for the guy ,heating chestnuts fresh from the trees in a metal dustbin lid on an open fire , nicking a crate of empty beer bottles from the back of a pub and taking them to another pub and getting the 3p deposit or whatever it was on the emptys !
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2foot icicles.
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catching eels and selling them for a few bob in the local pubs, nicking full crates of beer, drinking them or selling them to older children and then taking the empties back to a pub, getting the bus into the next town for a bundle with their lads.
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Summer holidays....being out from 8 in the morning and only coming home for a drink of juice or dinner when you were called for.
"Playing out" with friends....all you needed was a ball of any kind but would have an amazing day even without one. New games always always created. Church on Sunday at 1100. Quiet roads with no traffic and shops closed. Sunday was a day for family. Genuine rest with little or no sport,not that any of us would have been punting back then. Endless energy. Not a worry in the world. Neighbours not minding us all playing football or cricket in the street, using their cars as a wall. Diving on concrete and Mothers going mad when you do a knee. Thinking new trainers would make you run faster and getting someone to time you. Riding around on bikes and pretending to fill them up with petrol. I'd go back in an instant. |
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Mind you, I was born in 78 so defo more 80's for me but hopefully similar.
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Corona Cream Soda, buying 4oz of lemon sherbets out of big glass container and my favourite Topic chocolate bar.
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I can remember spending a farthing to buy one blackjack, (fruit salad's) same price, that was back in the fifties. A threepenny bit was a king's ransom to a young boy back then. Happy days.
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1/4 or pear drops.....sweet shops having jars and jars of sweets. Penny sweets. Going into a shop with 25p and coming out with a bag of sweets that cost would £12 today.
Playing marbles in the school playground on drains (can't remember the rules). Doing a bicycle proficiency test at school. School footy trials. |
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I remember finding a tenner on the street as a nipper in the early 70s it was a fooking fortune ,I'd have mates knocking on my door at 8 in the morning for some unknown reason
,I'd still be in bed my mum would answer the door and say come back later he is still in bed ...........no problem we will wait ! |
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Foyles
Think we all did the "Hello Mrs surname.......is "Steve" allowed out to play"....Whatever the answer you would all wait sitting on the front garden all of the door you just knocked on in the hope if the answer was no the Mum may change her mind |
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Every Thursday the Alpine truck would come
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Shoot magazine, Tiger and Scorcher and Roy of the Rovers comics every Thursday.
Evening paper round, Dynamo lights on push bike. FA Cup final actually meant something and you watched the coverage/build up from late morning until programme finished at tea-time. Panini sticker albums, going to school with a wedge of 'swaps' hoping to acquire the few stickers you needed to complete the album. Taping the songs you liked from the Top 40 Sunday nights, fingers poised on the record and play buttons on your cassette recorder. Studying the lingerie sections of Mam's Kays/Freemans catalogues  Dad letting me pick his 8 from 11 Littlewoods pools perm, 22 and a half pence, guy came to collect money and coupon every Thursday night. Playing hide and seek in the street and World Cup at the school field (never won). School dinner times spent in the local record shop flicking through the singles/albums. School dinner tickets, bought 5 every Friday, best if you were on final sitting cos you could have seconds at the end of service. Cross Country in freezing rain, hated it. Players scoring against their old club's celebrating wildly, not the pathetic woke apologists these days. Heady days, glad I was a youngster then and not now |
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barstool14 Nov 25 12:15Joined: 14 Jan 04 | Topic/replies: 12,431 | Blogger: barstool's blog
I can remember spending a farthing to buy one blackjack, (fruit salad's) same price, that was back in the fifties. A threepenny bit was a king's ransom to a young boy back then. Happy days. You could buy a Jamboree Bag for 3d  |
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Brilliant coys. Brilliant everybody. Someone much in common really amongst us.
Someone had the luxury of a pair of roller skates. Like Horatio mentioned we invented games, the game of sitting on a hard-back book gripped either side and balanced on a roller skate down a steep pavement, legs and feet to the fore, hurtling like a toboggan rider to see who could steer round the corner at speed without falling off, with someone standing shottie keeping an eye on the oncoming cars. Scraped and often-bloodied to hull, trousers ripped and covered with tar, plastic sandals worn out in a week, and the only thing that would get us home early were TOTP, Ben Hur or Combat! Never hungry, often freezing, huddling round a coal fire - and there was a pecking order - and regular doses of the consequent tartan legs. Wearing wellies to school and the excruciating red rings round calf’s as they rubbed away the skin. Bubble gum with the American Civil War picture cards giveaways. Soldiers impaled on wooden stakes, blood everywhere, and searching for doublers at playtime to make up your set. Wanting a Chemistry Set for Xmas and getting the usual silent change of subject cos they were out of the budget and ma knew they were bollox anyway. Getting my prized Denis Law, Umbro, Man Utd shirt for Xmas! God were we lucky!!!!! |
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Absolutely nailed it! I forgot about Panini and doing swaps in the playground......got it got it need it need it
coys 14 Nov 25 13:14 Shoot magazine, Tiger and Scorcher and Roy of the Rovers comics every Thursday. Evening paper round, Dynamo lights on push bike. FA Cup final actually meant something and you watched the coverage/build up from late morning until programme finished at tea-time. Panini sticker albums, going to school with a wedge of 'swaps' hoping to acquire the few stickers you needed to complete the album. Taping the songs you liked from the Top 40 Sunday nights, fingers poised on the record and play buttons on your cassette recorder. Studying the lingerie sections of Mam's Kays/Freemans catalogues Excited Dad letting me pick his 8 from 11 Littlewoods pools perm, 22 and a half pence, guy came to collect money and coupon every Thursday night. Playing hide and seek in the street and World Cup at the school field (never won). School dinner times spent in the local record shop flicking through the singles/albums. School dinner tickets, bought 5 every Friday, best if you were on final sitting cos you could have seconds at the end of service. Cross Country in freezing rain, hated it. Players scoring against their old club's celebrating wildly, not the pathetic woke apologists these days. Heady days, glad I was a youngster then and not now |
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Eny 1 on this forum under 50
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...just
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And only found the forum a few months ago
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a few years back saw some school kids fooking about with one of those toddlers little tykes cosy coupes plastic cars on a street with a big hill, suspected it was about to get interesting so hung around to see what would happen ,inevitably one got in the car with his legs out the sides and another got on the back and kinda straddled the roof while the other 2 pushed them down the hill cars and vans on both sides it soon built up speed on its own and became unsteerable it flew down the hill swerving into the cars on both sides the one on the back jumped off pretty sharpish but the one inside was trapped and the look of utter terror on his face as he sped past me and into a garden fence at the bottom of the hill was hilarious .took me back to the times when me and my mates would do something similar .great days !
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First house my parents bought (1970) had no bath (outside toilet too) so us kids got in a tin bath in front of the coal fire on a Sunday night.
As a treat Mam heating a Heinz sponge pudding in its tin in a pan of boiling water on the stove. Action Man (Eagle eyes and gripping hands) and the 6 Million Dollar Man figures. Subbuteo. All crowding round in amazement at the first kid in school who had a (very basic) Casio digital watch. Only takeaway was a chippie. |
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And it was Denis Law that was the attraction by the way. He electrified us all with excitement for the game. I got a book that he wrote and never stopped reading it.
Learned positional sense and reading a game from that book. Going down to the under-railway tunnel with the rough hewn uneven bricks and kicking the ball off of it so it came back at unknown angles so as to learn how to trap it. Then learning that fifteen years before Dave Mackay as a kid had done the same thing on the same wall! Scraping under the 9” inch gap in the huge entry gates to get into Tynie free to watch Hearts. Trialling for and getting picked to play for Edinburgh schoolboys. Going to grannie’s on Saturdays and getting football-quizzed from my grandad, reading from “The Wee Red Book” at breakfast table in the morning. Family gatherings and watching how things were done and becoming a part of it all. Friday nights at the flea pit. Goldfinger. The Jungle Book. Von Ryan’s Expression and walking home in the rain. Wow! So much more. |
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lollystick in the on the bike wheel to make a clicking sound when you peddled !faster you peddled the louder!
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COYS again. Having my tea on a Friday night, quite full, but getting my worked-for-all-week pocket money and going down to Greasy Annie’s chippie barely an hour later for an un-needed bag of chips, in an upturned paper bag, soaked in sauce which gathered in the bottom, not needing them but being able to buy them myself!
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Not sure what happened there!
We used a playing card on the spoke to do the same thing |
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We used playing cards. Make believe sellophane bullet holes ( Gid knows where they came from, maybe free with a sweet packet ) and sticking them on neighbours car windows, shop windows. I
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Toy cap gun with a roll of paper caps
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the bullet holes came from garages free with petrol llrc !
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those adverts in the back of comics for x ray specs the pics hinting that you could see attractive birds naked through their
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