The FOC thread.

Kirkstall Blue said:
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Any one remember during the 1950s no one owned a phone of any type , the only option was a long walk round to local shops and outside the police station was the red telephone kiosk with a Button A and button B phone inside the box.
To make a phone call it cost four old D. You put four D in the slot and dial your number if the call failed you pressed B to get your money back

Unless someone blocked the return slot with rolled up paper and the the thief would return days later to collect the takings
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I thieved the pennies many a time. A ball of doughy bread worked wonders.
 
Newman Noggs said:
Crikey, that brought back memories. In the late 60s/early 70s, I lived in Sale Moor and there was a proper butcher there. On certain days, a lorry would back up to a side gate and live animals would be delivered, the gate would be closed behind them and, before long, blood would run under the gate and across the pavement into the gutter. Shortly after, full sheep's heads would appear on the display.

Imagine the horror now. Some people would be so traumatised, they'd never be able to work again and we'd have to pay them "compo".

Just realised, the butcher's is still there, 138 Northernden Road. Wonder if they still slaugter their own meat.
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in the 70's, the MEN sit's vac section, Union Cold Storage had a permanent ad. for"pig's head boners". Before refrigerators were invented, every village and town had an abattoir/slaughter-house. Pig farms gave out a vile stink, walking to Maine rd, we had to pass one on Yew tree road.
 
yerwot? said:
in the 70's, the MEN sit's vac section, Union Cold Storage had a permanent ad. for"pig's head boners". Before refrigerators were invented, every village and town had an abattoir/slaughter-house. Pig farms gave out a vile stink, walking to Maine rd, we had to pass one on Yew tree road.
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Funny you should mention that. My granny and grandad lived at 112 Yew Tree Road with my uncle. Sometimes, as a kid, he'd sit me on the cross-bar of his bike and take me to see the pigs down the road. Looking back, it was obviously to get me out from under my grandparents' feet for a while.
 
yerwot? said:
in the 70's, the MEN sit's vac section, Union Cold Storage had a permanent ad. for"pig's head boners". Before refrigerators were invented, every village and town had an abattoir/slaughter-house. Pig farms gave out a vile stink, walking to Maine rd, we had to pass one on Yew tree road.
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I agree about the smell of pig shit. Chicken shit is also bad, and both are far worse than cattle shit, though that is bad enough, especially after it’s been mounting up over the winter months.
 
Kirkstall Blue said:
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Any one remember during the 1950s no one owned a phone of any type , the only option was a long walk round to local shops and outside the police station was the red telephone kiosk with a Button A and button B phone inside the box.
To make a phone call it cost four old D. You put four D in the slot and dial your number if the call failed you pressed B to get your money back

Unless someone blocked the return slot with rolled up paper and the the thief would return days later to collect the takings
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errr..guilty of that. I also remember you could tap the number and get a free call
 
Protein Junkie said:
Anyone else remember “Here come the Double Deckers”.
And no it wasn’t a show about Natalie Sawyer.
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Sure do, only ever saw it in the summer holidays, so your post immediately also brought to mind:

Banana Splits
'Size of a camel!'
Ta-ra-ra-Boom-di-ay
Jason and the Argonauts
Sinbad films
And of course, Robinson Crusoe.

Talk about a different world...
 
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