Kippaxpete
Well-Known Member
Thank Christ that one's been consigned to history!Havin a smoke on a plane. Or in the boozer
Thank Christ that one's been consigned to history!Havin a smoke on a plane. Or in the boozer
Yanks! I'd almost forgotten that one. Used to spend hours in there trawling through the vinyl for rare US imports. If I remember correctly, most of the covers had a piece clipped out to identify them as sourced outside the UK. One for Neil Young fans only I suspect but I picked up a copy of Harvest from there which was mispressed so that the second side was the first side of After the Gold Rush. Well, it got me excited.The Phoenix
UMIST Socials
Yanks/Powercuts
Original Virgin Records on Lever St.
Louis' Burger Van
Cox's Bar
The Gallery
Free Trade Hall
Real Boddies
Sorry pal but I beat you to it.Ah, nostalgia.
Not as good as it used to be.
Getting money back on the returns. We were easily pleased back then as kids.The Corona pop van man bringing round his cream soda and dandelion & burdock. Lovely stuff.
I've got (good) news for you. Airfix is alive and well, albeit now owned by Hornby.Spot the ball. And seeing the result and thinking fuck off it was never there you cheating cunts, only to enter again, and again.
Then buying one of those ink stamps with a hundred tiny x's on it to cheat the system, which never fucking worked.
Doing the coupon, everyone knew the coupon man at work.
Dodgy newsagents that sold single ciggys to blatantly underaged teenagers.
Green shield stamps.
Proper apprenticeships, with "closed shop" unionisation.
Petrol pump attendants, "four four star please mate"
Squirt of two stroke oil in your fizzys tank, at the pump.
Maps.
Breaking your thermos.
Army and navy shops.
Electric car aerials.
Cheap, awful smelling cigars sold as being somehow sophisticated, hamlet, castella.
Brut 33, and old spice, designed to cover up the above.
Airfix kits.
Combovers
Storage of nails and screws in jam jars, smaller items in tobacco tins.
Tennis ball hanging from garage rafters, early parking sensor.
Push me pull you qualcast.
For years, streets in every town up and down the country had pairs of clackers hanging from the telephone wires. How they got there, I haven't a clue.Clackers, 2 hard lumps of plastic on strings about the size of a conker which if you got wrong could break your knuckles or if you let go could smash a window or put someone in hospital for a few days.
Ah yes, the old school paedo’s , before it got a bad rep.
Schools tracing paper like toilet roll