City Hobgoblin
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Could be a thread of its own this but, for me, the British band scene is gone. Australia’s band scene is huge, USA have one n’all (always have had)… but we used to lead the world and it’s proper barebones stuff these days.It's possible there is one...we just don't get to see or hear it any more.
Brilliant post. Brought lots of memories from my childhood. Made me laugh in parts as well.Winters with prolonged periods of snow lying. Bastard Baltic temperatures that lasted. Then a slight thaw and hated refreeze. Slipping and sliding with every step. Even as a fit, agile, with perfect balance and hair, kid, I ended up on my arse many times.
Fern patterns of frost on the windows, although close to death in my bedroom, I always loved looking at them close up, until the icy hands of death would force me back under the covers and a few coats. Billy Connolly wasnt kidding. The tops of bottle of milk freezing in the doorstep.
The snow lying long enough to make death defying downhill slides, normally ending onto a busy road. Get a sledge on it, 8 of you pile on and it's a 50/50 chance you receive up to and including fatal injuries.
Leaving the living room with the fire on and the drop in temperatures momentarily removes your ability to breathe. Toilet visits were brief. The dreaded bedtime walk along the hall, then into your somehow even colder room. Into a bed, whose sheets felt as though they had crystallised ice covering every square millimeter. Going in and that horror of waiting for your body heat to raise the temperature enough to reach a survivable level. My bedroom was so cold, the SAS used it for Artic training, when the trains were off. We lost a lot of good men in there.
Building Snowmen that could take a fortnight to return to the earth. Nothing of what was once a proud and volumous chap, that was now no more than a disintegrating carrot, a scarf and a couple of stones, lying abandoned. I always felt a bit sad as a kid when they disappeared. Once we built an Igloo, but that's another story.
I fell off one when i was about 10 yesrs old and broke my front tooth in half. Ran home crying, looked in the mirror to see only half a tooth left and swore I was never going out ever again!! .....Bogey Carts ...... in the 60s we used to build them out of wood and old pram wheels and ride them ... usually straight into the nearest lamp post !
Nowadays the kids are far too fk'n lazy to build anything .... even friendships with other kids in the street!
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Especially the curried chicken flavour, that was my favourite.Toast Toppers looked like Cat sick but they were epic.
I fell off one when i was about 10 yesrs old and broke my front tooth in half. Ran home crying, looked in the mirror to see only half a tooth left and swore I was never going out ever again!! .....
Before I get called all the names under the sun for being soft, pathetic or whatever, in my defence I am female, and we can be a bit over dramatic at times.
It did, which is why I said I was never going out again!!Lol, it must have felt like it was the end of the world back then, when that happened ... and especially for a young girl.
On the plus side, at least you were able to spit your baccy out easily.I fell off one when i was about 10 yesrs old and broke my front tooth in half. Ran home crying, looked in the mirror to see only half a tooth left and swore I was never going out ever again!! .....
Before I get called all the names under the sun for being soft, pathetic or whatever, in my defence I am female, and we can be a bit over dramatic at times.
Jack The Dipper / The Moston AnglerThe pusher. Manchesters mystery serial killer who pushed people into the canal late at night.
I started a thread on here a while back about hitchhikers........they were rife in the 70's early 80'sHitchhiker’s
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I used to hitch everywhere, I think the last time I dd, I was put off by the bloke who pulled over....... I asked where he was going, he replied "how far do you want to go" as I noticed him rubbing his erection on the inside of his jeans. Sort of put me off and I got the train after that.......I started a thread on here a while back about hitchhikers........they were rife in the 70's early 80's
You'd see them everywhere and they were going........everywhere!!