Your Bedroom growing up

salford blue 62 said:
Bloody hell Daz,brought some memories back there.
Especially the league table and the Esso coins.
I had the 1970 world cup squad with a cardboard holder for them.
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That is what I had too ..... oh I forgot I had this in the cupboard too ...loved it

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citizenyank76 said:
Tall PC tower on a small desk that had 24k baud modem on it. About 100 dollars worth of CDs from working various jobs around town. Various books by William S. Burroughs, Steven Jessie Bernstein, Henry Miller, James Joyce, Dylan Thomas, Charles Bokowski, Knute Hamson, Anais Nin, and John Fante lying around in stacks or on a bookshelf. I would literally devour books in one (or two) sitting at a time. I think I read Ulysses in two 12 hour periods periods. Start one eat dinner, read through the night, sleep for a few hours, get up and read through till the afternoon. Even the last few chapters where it turns into gibberish. My friends used to call me "Johnny Five," the robot from the movie Short Circuit. Who was always looking for "more input."
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And this was between the age of 5 and 10?
 
Action Man wallpaper and duvet cover. A fort full of various "soldiers" - an incongruous mix of WW1 and 2 soldiers, cowboys, indians, saracens, roman legionaries etc. Copies of Warlord and Commando. Airfix planes and tanks. I was a bit war obsessed when I was a kid.

Later the wallpaper got covered up with posters of Porsches and the tennis girl lifting her skirt to show her arse.

Age 14/15 everything came down and I painted the walls black, which is what you did in Leeds between 1982-85.
 
allblackcitizen said:
No need to apologise. I just thought you were impressively precocious.
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Ha ha. Yeah Dylan Thomas at 7 or so.

"If my head hurt a hair's foot
Pack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breath"

I was around when Richard Burton was still alive. We could have hung out.
 
Shared a room with my two younger brothers, 4 and 6 years younger. We had Shoot posters up of players we liked. Celtic photos and scarves and my insane little mum insisted we had a Sacred Heart( Jesus Photo) up too.

You ever tried to have a wank with Jesus looking down at you? Wasn’t easy. Set me on the road to atheism.

We didn’t have much room, as we had three single beds in there. After my dad fucked off, we were poor. No other way to put it, so, we had no telly or record player, but a small radio.

Luckily that was at a time when we played football, two man hunt, tennis, rounders, had bonfires etc so having fuck all in your room was the norm.

It was always clean, my mum was a walking bleach and cleaning stuff maniac. We boys didn’t do fuck all, my sister had to help her. It was good at the time, but when I moved into my first flat, I didn’t have a fucking clue how to look after myself. I made sure my own sons weren’t the same. Cunts have never thanked me.

Also, in the winter, you could actually die in our room, so cold was it. Central heating we did not have for years and even when we did,my mother wouldn’t put the **** on.

I remember my mum giving us all a row about the mess we made and asking us.

What would you lot do if I died?

To which my youngest brother replied.

Put the heating on. :)

That made her laugh. Still didn’t put the Fucking heating on mind. She was a fundamentalist jumper enthusiast, when the temp fell.

I am good at drawing and painting and did paintings on the four panels of our door. It looked good, well it did then. One day they will be uncovered and I will be hailed a lost master. Dead as a fucking doornail probably, knowing my luck. :)
 
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