The FOC thread.

People for some reason despise quaint, I however love it.

I yearn for those simple days, I'm uncomfortable with this rat race.
BFPO, no mobiles. Having to book through an operator to call the likes of Cyprus apparently cost a fortune. I always thought Cyprus was a million miles away.
 
I yearn for those simple days, I'm uncomfortable with this rat race.
BFPO, no mobiles. Having to book through an operator to call the likes of Cyprus apparently cost a fortune. I always thought Cyprus was a million miles away.


Christmas must be shit for the young 'uns these days, tradition mainly out of the window and their best present an electronic piece of shit that'll be outdated the Christmas after and they'll want a new one.

Youtube in separate rooms on separate devices eating different shit from different takeaways.
 
Christmas must be shit for the young 'uns these days, tradition mainly out of the window and their best present an electronic piece of shit that'll be outdated the Christmas after and they'll want a new one.

Youtube in separate rooms on separate devices eating different shit from different takeaways.
Sad that it's so soulless now.

At least the kids missing out on what we had don't realise that they're missing out.
 
Sad that it's so soulless now.

At least the kids missing out on what we had don't realise that they're missing out.
We have a teenager in the house now but she’s proper looking forward to Xmas, even wanted the tree up now! We try to keep traditions going although she doesn’t want to do panto in Christmas Eve anymore, so we dog walk with a pub crawl instead. Watch a movie Xmas film or three every weekend before the big day.
 
Remember the old 70’s joke.
“Come home to a real fire, buy a cottage in Wales”
The elder brother of a school friend of mine back in the 70's spent time in the nick for being a bit of a nuisance in North Wales.

My memory is a bit jaded these days and it's a long time ago, but I think he was finally caught after progressing from arson to blowing something up with explosives.
 
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The elder brother of a school friend of mine back in the 70's spent time in the nick for being a bit of a nuisance in North Wales.

My memory is a bit jaded these days and it's a long time ago, but I think he was finally caught after progressing from arson to blowing something up with explosives.
Reminds me of an old school colleague of mine.

This was well before social media of course, probably five or six years after last seeing him, when we'd left our fairly prestigious grammar school.

As we were walking into Debenhams near Christmas, he held the door open for me, wearing a white coat and pushing a trolley load of goods towards a lorry. This surprised me, because he'd had an Oxford place to look forward to.

No wonder he didn't have time to talk - it turned out that that was his MO - masquerading as an assistant and swanning into busy department stores before loading up his trolley and - whistling all the time - chucking it onto the lorry and taking off!

Only learned this when reading about him after he'd been caught and sent to Winchester for a stay at Her Majesty's Pleasure.

Probably either dead in a ditch or living a life of luxury by now...
 

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