Me and 2 mates would rustle up 5p each, cycle into town where the old fashioned tobacconist had a chrome cigarette machine outside, so no need to go in the shop. 10 Number 6 later and we’d cycle back to our local heathland/woodland to smoke ourselves sick. Probably about 74 or 75 I guess.
Climb the ladder to success.
We wuz robbed! :-(
Then wrap the cigs in plastic and bury them near a tree for next time?
No du Mourier?
If, when faced with the choice of sex with a good looking woman or having another pint you choose the pint, then you are either an 18 year old piss head or an FOC. The circle of life.
Menthol
10?
When I was a little kid you could buy one in one of those little triangular sweetie bags. They were 2d and Mrs. Andrews who owned the shop used to say "are you sure it's for your Mum?" before handing the bag over......
I visited that market with my great Aunt Flo and Uncle Jim that lived near there in the mid 60's, and some low life tried nicking my Altrincham scarf while we were walking around.
It was just a red and white scarf, but I wasn't letting go of it. Bit of a tug of war for a few seconds then he buggered off.
Yes, I remember him, though I think he was coming towards the end of his career by then (early '70s).
I remember the name. I also remember Masambula, or something like that;)
