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Bygone days ....

zand said:
My sins were crisps, chocolate and fizzy drinks.....and yeh all alcohol too.
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Forgot the crisps and dips! :rolleyes:
Why do the things which are bad for us taste soo good?:(
 
nosher8355 said:
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My brother had a dansette record player which he played soul and Motown on and his favourites Beach Boys singles. He would break my fingers if he found me using it! He never caught me!
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Our dansette was a big red and cream coloured box with a lid that opened like a box of chocolates. I used to like stacking the singles. Sometimes, it worked, sometimes it didn't ! :D Clunk!

' No Milk Today' by Herman and his Hermits :D, 'Come On Baby Light My Fire' by Jose Feliciano, :D. Shocked, already, I'm going to have to lie down.

Sunday mornings I sometimes woke to crashing chords because Dad liked to play loud classical music on the Dansette. Sometimes, though, it would be songs from The Flower Drum Song or The King and I.

I did a lot of loud singing along in those days - good exercise!
 
lizdeluz said:
Our dansette was a big red and cream coloured box with a lid that opened like a box of chocolates. I used to like stacking the singles. Sometimes, it worked, sometimes it didn't ! :D Clunk!

' No Milk Today' by Herman and his Hermits :D, 'Come On Baby Light My Fire' by Jose Feliciano, :D. Shocked, already, I'm going to have to lie down.

Sunday mornings I sometimes woke to crashing chords because Dad liked to play loud classical music on the Dansette. Sometimes, though, it would be songs from The Flower Drum Song or The King and I.

I did a lot of loud singing along in those days - good exercise!
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My dad eventually bought a stereo unit and we were not allowed within a yard of it on sentence of corporal punishment. He only played musicals like Oklahoma and South Pacific.
I now have an aversion to musicals!
 
nosher8355 said:
Try clearing the ashes from the hearth and then building a fire in the freezing cold in winter. At weekends, this was done very early, as my dad was an early riser. On schooldays I was first so I got to do the fire and other chores.
The coal was next to the outside toilet in the coal bunker. Outside toilet oh my god! I forgotten about that!
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I watched Dad and learned to light a coal fire, and sometimes lit the fire before everyone got back in the evening. Coal was in the coal shed, fetched it. Wood kindling, too, if I was lucky, and firefighters, (Edit, firelighters, not fighters!) if I was even luckier. Best bit was 'drawing' the fire by spreading a huge sheet of newspaper over the grate and holding it there, until a flame sprang into life. You sat on your haunches and read the old news while you waited for the fire to get going.

When I got in, who was hungrier, me or the cat? House was cold and while I waited for the coal fire to burn up, I would toast a piece of bread on the metal cover of the electric fire - more fire hazards - and split it half and half with him.
 
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lizdeluz said:
Best bit was 'drawing' the fire by spreading a huge sheet of newspaper over the grate and holding it there, until a flame sprang into life. You sat on your haunches and read the old news while you waited for the fire to get going.
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.. and then the draw suddenly pulled the sheet of newspaper in and set fire to that as well!
 
sanguine said:
.. and then the draw suddenly pulled the sheet of newspaper in and set fire to that as well!
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Yeah, you lost the story you were reading as the hot bit blackened and spread out over the print, and then it burst into flame, you rolled it up and stuffed it in the grate. Might need a second sheet, might not... :hilarious:
 
lizdeluz said:
I watched Dad and learned to light a coal fire, and sometimes lit the fire before everyone got back in the evening. Coal was in the coal shed, fetched it. Wood kindling, too, if I was lucky, and firefighters, if I was even luckier. Best bit was 'drawing' the fire by spreading a huge sheet of newspaper over the grate and holding it there, until a flame sprang into life. You sat on your haunches and read the old news while you waited for the fire to get going.

When I got in, who was hungrier, me or the cat? House was cold and while I waited for the coal fire to burn up, I would toast a piece of bread on the metal cover of the electric fire - more fire hazards - and split it half and half with him.
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How many test did you set the piece of drawing newspaper on fire?
How disruptive were the chimney sweeps? No electric fires, mum said too expensive to run. Getting dry decent kindling in the winter was always a problem and the smoke!
Do you remember the introduction of smokeless zones?
The smog in cold mornings! No wonder we have respiratory problems like asthma!
 
nosher8355 said:
How many test did you set the piece of drawing newspaper on fire?
How disruptive were the chimney sweeps? No electric fires, mum said too expensive to run. Getting dry decent kindling in the winter was always a problem and the smoke!
Do you remember the introduction of smokeless zones?
The smog in cold mornings! No wonder we have respiratory problems like asthma!
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You could usually catch it before the black caught fire. Start off a new piece. I liked the sound of the flames behind the newspaper ... Magic!

Yes, the chimney-sweep's visit was a major event, but he was a nice person and would chew the cud and enjoy a cup of tea.

Went to London once or twice a year on the train. Came away feeling tired and gritty. Now It's clean and shiny and loads of people cycle and run around it. Well done, London.
 
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Sorting-office Christmas job. Stood for hours, putting cards and letters in county pigeon-holes, then along came a postman who bunged another lot for sorting on the shelf. I learnt a lot of geography, well, where towns were, basically, :)

Letters for Santa Claus had their own pigeon-hole, :)

(Before postcodes and mechanised sorting)
 
lizdeluz said:
You could usually catch it before the black caught fire. Start off a new piece. I liked the sound of the flames behind the newspaper ... Magic!

Yes, the chimney-sweep's visit was a major event, but he was a nice person and would chew the cud and enjoy a cup of tea.

Went to London once or twice a year on the train. Came away feeling tired and gritty. Now It's clean and shiny and loads of people cycle and run around it. Well done, London.
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We didn't have a chimney sweep, we swept our own.
 
Picture Book (Not?) and Rag, Tag. and Bobtail.
Pinky and Perky and Crackerjack. Dr. Kildare.
Compact and Vision On.
 
Never had a tele in the house till 1967! Rented from Redifusion. A cable system, that had radio stations as well.
Watched everything at a neighbours house.

Watched the World Cup Final on a small screen down the road with about twenty men!
Same with '65 & '66 cup finals. Reds won '65 & Blues won '66
 
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