BlueMoonRisin’
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Must be posh in Barnsley Stony. Little bastards would be robbing them round here.
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When we were kids....
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Barcon
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Newton Heath market Saturday morning. Had many a bargain from there.
I used to work helping set up and pack up a carpet stall there when I was about 13 or 14.
It was probably DeNiro. I know he worked there at one point.
BimboBob
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Fingering girls was ace.
BlueMoonRisin’
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Doh. Sorry mate, wasn't Newton Heath market. Must of thought that as my dad was from there. I meant Grey mare lane market.I used to work helping set up and pack up a carpet stall there when I was about 13 or 14.
It was probably DeNiro. I know he worked there at one point.
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Cadding at Whitefield golf club
60p for a C caddy
80p for a B Caddy
£1.00 for a A Caddy
No min wage in those days.
If you were lucky and you didn't lose a ball you might even get a tip.
60p for a C caddy
80p for a B Caddy
£1.00 for a A Caddy
No min wage in those days.
If you were lucky and you didn't lose a ball you might even get a tip.
BlueMoonRisin’
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What about prodding their mothers baggy Fanny with your big hairy toes Bimbo?Fingering girls was ace.
Must be posh in Barnsley Stony. Little bastards would be robbing them round here.
Fuck me! That's the first time I've heard the word posh and Barnsley in the same sentence. I took my grandson to school the other day, and one of the mums was wearing a dressing gown. Fair play though, she did have her wellies on because it had been raining.
BimboBob
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What about prodding their mothers with your big hairy toes Bimbo?
The hair didn't sprout until way into my 20's.
Fingering girls was ace.
They don't do that nowadays. They have something called fingerblasting instead. I think it's similar to fingering but with more effort involved. Whoever said the youth of today weren't as hard working as our generation is clearly lying.
manimanc
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Was going to mention about bommie night. My Mrs can't get her head round the fact I call it bommie with an m when it's bonfire with an n. Always called it that. And I loved bommie night, the older lads would go and pinch wood from other gangs on the estate and us young uns would guard our wood. We'd make dens out of pallets and wood and bits of furniture. Great times.That was always my favourite time of year. The weeks leading up to Bonfire night were fantastic. Collecting wood, raiding other gangs bonfires and burning what you couldn't carry back. Defending your own stash of wood and leaving a lookout when you went in for tea. Everyone would rush out when you got told your bommie was being raided and if they were still around it would always involve a bit of a ruck.
We used to nip over to the railway lines and bring back the stones they used for ballast. Put one stone in the centre of two sheets of tabloid paper, then wrap the paper around and twist it all together, light it and lob it. We used to make loads of em before we went on raids. We never managed to set any bommies on fire with them, but they looked fantastic in flight, especially at night.
We'd play ralivo around the estate. 7 on each side, it was a massive game of hide and seek to simplify it. When we'd catch them we'd say 2,4,6,8 ralivo caught.
Kingy? With a tennis ball? You had the ball and you had to throw it and if it hit you was caught. You could only pick it up using your knuckles. And you could throw it as far as you could and then go and hide whilst whoever was on had to get it and start again.
We'd sit out for hours in the holidays and just chat shit but we always had a laugh.