I had to build the fires every night after school, one was a Rayburn that heated the water and had an oven on the side.We had several paraffin heaters and I can also remember being sent to Mr Hulse's shop with an empty can to buy the paraffin. Thinking back, it's amazing I was allowed to 'trim' the wicks, fill the heater and light the damned things. I also used to make up the coal fire on Saturday mornings before Mum and Dad got up. Such responsibility! Riddling the ash into the dustbin was fun - we used to keep all the little bits of coal that stayed in the riddle. No waste was allowed.
I can only ever recall having a fire in another room once. I was very ill and my mother deemed it necessary. A very rare indulgence.
Calf flick, I one of them until it fell out.I had to build the fires every night after school, one was a Rayburn that heated the water and had an oven on the side.
The Sunday night bath and polishing shoes for the next day was a big thing. Always went to bed with wet hair and woke up looking like a real idiot, especially with the cow lick I have on my forehead.
Fuck all wrong with that I’ve got an indoor swimming pool, admittedly some people would call it a fish tank but that doesn’t sound as posh. :-)Our neighbours are all totally unadapted southerners these days - the two millionaires in the mansions at the bottom of our back garden are currently competing as to who can have the biggest indoor swimming pool. It's madness.
Dad's St.Bruno pipe tobacco, rolled in loo paper and held together with a thin piece of sellotape.Park Drive plain (singles), Embassy dimps if my mam had left any, roll ups if my dad left his baccy tin unattended.
I had exactly that for my tea tonight.Evaporated milk and a cut up banana in a dish and now you’re talking, Mexico;)
Dad's St.Bruno pipe tobacco, rolled in loo paper and held together with a thin piece of sellotape.
Yep, 13p was my first beer!!You must be in the youthful end of us FOCs :-)
Correct.The word 'fucking' is unnecessary as the chant doesn't 'scan' if it is included.
T'was indeed, "Sing something simple, you simple twats"
Blimey, that's the one, some digging there Johnny!
I used to suffer from proper panic attacks and anxiety when the Black and White Minstrels were due on TV, my empathetic Mum said "don't worry son, it's just pre Minstrel tension".Correct.
It was sung I seem to remember by the Black and White minstrels. On a Sunday evening.
Half a pint, that's nearly an armful.Tony Hancock in 'Haaaaancock's half hour' Brilliant ...try and find 'The Blood Donor'
Used to run home from school to listen to 'Worker's Playtime' on the wireless. Always had comedians on...the jugglers and ventriloquists didn't sound so good, though.
Yeah I suppose British comedy was pretty poor until Monty python hit our screens.I blame the Americans.
Until they started sending us proper comedy we had the likes of Harry Worth.
Oh how we laughed when he used his reflection to make it look like he was raising 2 feet in the air.
One coal fire for the whole house:)How many coats would your mum put on the bed when you screamed out you was freezing think I had about 3