The FOC thread.

I remember in early 1976, a portion of chips cost 6p.

But because of a dry summer the previous year and an even drier one that year, the price rocketed, though I can’t remember by how much.

In 1977, encouraged by the high prices potatoes were making, many more farmers grew them. And because of this, and a wet summer, there was a glut of them and the price of spuds went through the floor.

The price of a portion of chips didn’t go down accordingly.

It's like the price of timber pre and post covid, increased by about 50% during covid, reduced by less than 10% after.

As for the price of chips, the portions in our local chippies never returned to pre-1976 sizes... unless you knew the server.
 
I remember in early 1976, a portion of chips cost 6p.

But because of a dry summer the previous year and an even drier one that year, the price rocketed, though I can’t remember by how much.

In 1977, encouraged by the high prices potatoes were making, many more farmers grew them. And because of this, and a wet summer, there was a glut of them and the price of spuds went through the floor.

The price of a portion of chips didn’t go down accordingly.

Lytham St annes yesterday, fish and chips x2 Tea x2 muffin x1 £30+. 99 x2 £7. Accompanied by.......

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I nearly fainted after one of our several league cup finals about ten years ago when a chirpy cockernee barrow boy from God knows where charged me £13.95 for fish and half a dozen chips, didn't answer when i asked if the fuckin fish came out of the Queens pond.
And you've still not got over it : )
 
Don’t forget the fruit gums, mum.
Reminds me of:

Chopped Ham & Pork,
Chopped Ham & Pork,
Chopped Lamb & Pork,
Chopped Lamb & Stork,
Stop Jam & talk etc ...


(Or similar - in our house, we'd use the same theme for years afterwards:
"What do you fancy for dinner?" ((actually, called it 'tea' in those days))
"Shakin' Leg & Trips, please mum!" This meant bacon egg & chips, obviously. It WAS funny at the time, honestly...)
 
As a FOC, I resent the fact that I am often treated as, on the one hand, 'someone who has never been out before', and on the other, a decrepit coffin dodger who should be in a care home.
This treatment comes from people who are just beginning 'life's journey' and are still 'wet behind the ears' or 'professionals'.
Just because I don't want to be treated as either a teenager or a curmudgeon, but just a normal human being who may require a little assistance or patience from time to time.
 
Not particularly interesting this, more pathetically sad really - just realised that this still half-full tin of grease in the shed was originally bought by my dad in the 1950s!

Just spent the last 30 minutes sitting here thinking about all the stuff that's happened and all the people who've come and gone while this tin has been moved from shelf to shelf.

Exactly the sort of thing that would have had me thinking dad was a stupid, sentimental old git when I was younger.

Creeps up on you, doesn't it?
Great story mate
 
Oh, that brings back memories.

There was a shop up the road that kept all their bottles of pop outside in the back yard. It wasn't a tall wall, and being the adventurous little scamps we were aged 11 or so, took full advantage of their lack of security by hopping over and helping ourselves to whatever drink we fancied. My favourite was a bottle of Coke.

We found it quite funny at the time, drinking our ill gotten gains then returning the bottles to the same shop to claim our 3d deposit, which paid for a bar of chocolate.

Our fun came to a halt when the local policeman, PC Knott, appeared just as we were about to mount another raid.

'Alright boys. You're not up to any mischief are you?'

It scared the shit out of us, so we never went back.
 

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