Sunday night was bath night in front of the coal fire in a tin bath from the back yard. We had a bath once a week whether we needed it or not.:-)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.
6pm Sunday evening.
Sat around the coal fire, ice on the windows, eating tinned peaches listening to Songs of Praise from a church we'd never heard of and were never likely to see.
And they say things have got worse !
I can remember my Dad smoking Tom Thumb.
I saw the world through pipe smoke for 40 years.I can remember my Dad smoking Tom Thumb.
Thankfully, I’ve always hated the idea of smoking.
We used to call it the Football Echo - if you were lucky you'd get a few mentions in it, always a thrill for a 11-year-old.Remember the Football Pink photographers taking pictures of the crowd before the start of a match, always one local football and one rugby league game. The paper put a circle round the faces of half a dozen people in each picture and if you were one of them you went into the M/cr Evening News office on Cross Street and they gave you a guinea.
Walking into a room and you can't remember why you went in there.When is someone officially an FOC? I always thought it was when you start making trumpet noises when you blow your nose, which I haven't started doing yet. But that seems like the best litmus test to me. Any other signs I should be looking out for?
Oh shit - I'm beyond that. I'm at the stage where I retrace my steps, go back to the room I started from to jog my memory and forget why I'm back in that room again.Walking into a room and you can't remember why you went in there.
Hence, you've entered FOC domOh shit - I'm beyond that. I'm at the stage where I retrace my steps, go back to the room I started from to jog my memory and forget why I'm back in that room again.
Mmmm, That Condor Moment :-)I saw the world through pipe smoke for 40 years.
Oh shit - I'm beyond that. I'm at the stage where I retrace my steps, go back to the room I started from to jog my memory and forget why I'm back in that room again.