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Still use mine Foyles
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emptying the gunpowder out of fireworks into a pile on the pavement cupping your hands round it round it to make sure the wind didn't blow it away and getting your mate to put a a match to it resulting in burnt hands no eyelashes or eyebrows ! tended to only do it once and let someone else do it next time !
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Anyone have that cap gun with a circular roll of 8 type clip....you would load the "gun" and get 8 bangs out of a reel
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yes and cap bombs ^
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What were those (looked like paper tear drops) that you'd throw and they make a bang?
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was mainly plastic but the earlier ones were metal shaped like a rocket and the idea was to put a cap in the metal trigger bit and throw it up in the air nas high as you could it was weighted to fall front end down and it would make a bang ,but being kids you would try to cram loads of caps on top of each other to get a bigger explosion !
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those little white paper things can't remember what they were called make like a cracking noise
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Going to Woolies on a Saturday morning hoping to buy a single from the top 40, they were all in a section on the wall from 1 to 40, disappointed sometimes to find the one I wanted sold out or if they had it it wasn't on picture cover but just had a plain white cover with a hole in the centre so you could see the info on the centre of the vinyl.
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I’ve cheated by the way. Most of my posts were mid to late 60’s through into the 70’s.
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Indoor fireworks anyone?
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If we are including the 60s, I'd add ice on the inside of the bedroom window, lardy cakes, toasting bread on a fork in front of an open fire, chilblains. Used to love indoor fireworks although the room smelt awful afterwards.
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Penny up the wall.
Catford dogs, 1974 aged 7 onwards. School bookie 1976 - 1985. Poker dice. Bob a job. Penny for the guy. Borrowing 2p for the phone box.  |
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Getting six of the best aff The Headmaster.....Bashtard.
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And taking it like a Man i might add.
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Regularly! So regularly the female J@nny assistant befriended me. Lovely old soul. “You been fighting again”?
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William G MacFarlane. Never forgotten the pompous old fool. My ma went down and tire strips off him after he sent me and my mate, with bucket, detergent and pail, up to the bridge parapet to scrub off the graffiti that OTHERS had chalked in multi-coloured chalk all over it. He just assumed it was me and chippy.
Well it was name yah auld bstrd! |
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I got The Strap plenty times....They still couldnay break me though.
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Nay chance !!
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Funny I should find this thread. My wife is away visiting a friend 300 miles away. I've been out and bought some beef dripping and I'm about to cook proper chips and egg, with doorstep bread and butter. Probably the first time in 50 years. I texted her to tell her there's nothing she can do about it. I'll be back to fat free yoghurt with berries and pomegranate seeds for breakfast tomorrow morning.... in the meantimme... I'm looking forward to my tea!!
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I only learned one thing from the old bstrd and that was why Manchester built up such a strong textile and cotton industry - because it rained so much down there! (He occasionally came in a gave a lesson and it was a repeat every time). |
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SlippyBlue 14 Nov 25 16:26
Penny up the wall. Catford dogs, 1974 aged 7 onwards. School bookie 1976 - 1985. Poker dice. Bob a job. Penny for the guy. Borrowing 2p for the phone box. Happy Trick or treating Car washing for £3.50 but using the car owners water taps and ruining their carpets bring dusty filthy kit in and spilling buckets of water all over the house  Washing cars at night but neighbours being nice and saying of course....see the car the next day being worse than it was when we started and asking again A mate at school who could break into phone boxes and we felt like millionaires when one copped its 10p's.....like a jackpot on a fruit machine. Naughty....but no knives...nobody died. Nobody ever hurt. |
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I bet Slippy played the blond bookie kid in Please Sir, Pete. At the end of his mock prayer at camp he uttered,…..” and please let the three dog come up at Catford on Wednesday night”!
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Going to the pub frequently from the age of 14, landlords were fine with it as long as you behaved yourself.
Waiting for the local evening paper to arrive so i could pick my horses out for the next day without needing to do so before school next morning Listening to Radio Caroline (still going strong today) almost every waking hour, kept me sane. Being able to buy ciggies as singles from the shop near school, manageress made a tidy profit out of it ! Alan Ball's white boots at the start of the decade, Dave Thomas setting up Bob Latchford for a hatful of goals towards the end of it. Happy times. |
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having mates who had a paper round who could nick ciggies and do swapsies for them
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buying my first packet of No10s, smoking them on the train to Footy and feeling sick a a pig
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Did that. Soveriegn. They were vile. |
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We are the same age, Horatio. Only on here to keep the average age down!
We had some phone box scams. Shoving a small sponge up through the returned change slot (pretty difficult to do even with small fingers) and going back later hoping for a small fortune. Also use to try to Jack the money box away from the booth but sides of the phone box would buckle first! Also used to do the odd jobbing. The local vicar was always a cert for saying yes. He’d often pay us with sweets and soft drinks and have us sit in his garden to eat them. Thankfully we never sat on his knee! |
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Regarding the 2p for the phone box. The 2p coin was the same size as the
old halfpenny, and heavier. We used them whenever possible, 4.8 times your money. |
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in the early 70s the metal cover of south london phone boxes were secured with a philips type screw ,all you needed was phillips screwdriver ,you couldnt get into the main steel cashbox but if you put a bit of cardboard over the slot where the coins fell into it it blocked them and when you opened it a few days later the coins spilled out. screw it back up and repeat. they cottened on after about 6 months and made em so you couldnt open the case .
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Foyles, did the same trick with South London phone boxes
COYS...not only outside toilet but squares of newspaper cut up for toilet paper And yes, Sunday night bath night in a tub in the scullery No central heating, just a candle for heat And if it got really cold, Dad would actually light it |
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Getting up at about seven in the morning on Cup Final day.
Watching the fantastic coverage on BBC. Teams having breakfast at the hotels. "The Road To The Final" highlights bit. Interviews with the managers. Cup Final "It's A Knockout". Interviews with celebrity fans. Abide With Me. Arsenal/Liverpool game '71 - the singing was something else. Game went by in a flash though with no BS commentators and no gutful of stats. Fantastic. |
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Debbie Does Dallas
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swap Shop.
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Swap Shop.
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The introduction of VAT on sweets. A Mars Bar (proper size - not today's nonsense) went from 3p to 3.5p overnight.
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Wagon wheels also seemed massive in your hands when I was young
Definitely shrunk in later years, "new size" fiddle Although, there's also other things that feel smaller in my hands these days |
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Would both be called shrinkflation?
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Definitely Honcho, I'll try that explanation to the missus, I'm sure she will be sympathetic
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