When i was a kid my Mum would send me to the shop with fifty pence in my pocket. I could get a Wham Bar, a bag of pick n mix, a comic book, cans of fizzy pop, a bag of crisps & a gob stopper. I'd come home with loads of change. You can't do that these days..................






Fecking CCTV

very good ;D ;D ;D

Pete. wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 09:15:

When i was a kid my Mum would send me to the shop with fifty pence in my pocket. I could get a Wham Bar, a bag of pick n mix, a comic book, cans of fizzy pop, a bag of crisps & a gob stopper. I'd come home with loads of change. You can't do that these days.................. Fecking CCTV

Bloody hell I must be getting old, I used to get threepence and still get some nice treats. ::)

Pete. wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 09:15:

When i was a kid my Mum would send me to the shop with fifty pence in my pocket. I could get a Wham Bar, a bag of pick n mix, a comic book, cans of fizzy pop, a bag of crisps & a gob stopper. I'd come home with loads of change. You can't do that these days.................. Dont you remember the old lsd then ;D Bloody hell, must be older than I thought! :( Fecking CCTV

Pete. wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 09:15:

When i was a kid my Mum would send me to the shop with fifty pence in my pocket. I could get a Wham Bar, a bag of pick n mix, a comic book, cans of fizzy pop, a bag of crisps & a gob stopper. I'd come home with loads of change. You can't do that these days.................. Fecking CCTV

You cant go and drain the main vain for fifty pence today. :D

bobdent wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 09:52:

Bloody hell I must be getting old, I used to get threepence and still get some nice treats. ::)

You must still be young and vibrant Bob, in my case it was a 3d bit and a tanner if you were flush.

A bob (or single shilling - generally used for the gas meter) was very much getting into the territory of being well capitalised whilst 2 bob ensured a faithful following of acquaintances.

A half-crown, 2/6d meant that you could dispense with those capricious acquaintances and wallow in self-satisfied financial luxury.

A 10 shilling note, half a nicker or 10 bob was a very rare and mostly fleeting experience whilst the £1 note or quid was the stuff of dreams.

Happy days?

Desperate Den wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 11:52:

bobdent wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 09:52: Bloody hell I must be getting old, I used to get threepence and still get some nice treats. ::) You must still be young and vibrant Bob, in my case it was a 3d bit and a tanner if you were flush. A bob (or single shilling - generally used for the gas meter) was very much getting into the territory of being well capitalised whilst 2 bob ensured a faithful following of acquaintances. A half-crown, 2/6d meant that you could dispense with those capricious acquaintances and wallow in self-satisfied financial luxury. A 10 shilling note, half a nicker or 10 bob was a very rare and mostly fleeting experience whilst the £1 note or quid was the stuff of dreams. Happy days?

................were you paid in groats ......when you first started work Zulu?.... ::) ::) ;)

Opti wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 11:58:

Desperate Den wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 11:52: bobdent wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 09:52: Bloody hell I must be getting old, I used to get threepence and still get some nice treats. ::) You must still be young and vibrant Bob, in my case it was a 3d bit and a tanner if you were flush. A bob (or single shilling - generally used for the gas meter) was very much getting into the territory of being well capitalised whilst 2 bob ensured a faithful following of acquaintances. A half-crown, 2/6d meant that you could dispense with those capricious acquaintances and wallow in self-satisfied financial luxury. A 10 shilling note, half a nicker or 10 bob was a very rare and mostly fleeting experience whilst the £1 note or quid was the stuff of dreams. Happy days? ................were you paid in groats ......when you first started work Zulu?.... ::) ::) ;)

Groats? - pah! They were for the favoured few ;D ;D

It is strange ......how people remember insignificant events......I remember my first wage packet very well.
The year was 1976......I was paid £20 ....... my take home pay was £16.84p....of which £4 went to my Mum(the old girl as she was known then)......leaving me the princely sum of £12.84.....to piss up the wall each week. :D :D
......and Oh yes......I also lost my cherry in 1976.. ;) ;) ;)......and it was a fantastic warm summer too. :y :y :y.....as you say Zulu...Happy days.. :y

Opti wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 12:18:

It is strange ......how people remember insignificant events......I remember my first wage packet very well. The year was 1976......I was paid £20 ....... my take home pay was £16.84p....of which £4 went to my Mum(the old girl as she was known then)......leaving me the princely sum of £12.84.....to piss up the wall each week. :D :D ......and Oh yes......I also lost my cherry in 1976.. ;) ;) ;)......and it was a fantastic warm summer too. :y :y :y.....as you say Zulu...Happy days.. :y

Damn you Opti you've got me going over old ground again.

My first biblical knowledge of a female was 4 years prior to yours.  A wonderful, warm-hearted and generous - in the non financial sense - woman she was.

A forensic scientist by calling she guided me through this untraversed territory with great expertise and care for a few heavenly months.

My place in nirvana was lost however when her husband who had been doing a post-grad course in some esoteric subject in a well known, if remote, university returned to domestic civilisation.

I can still see her face, hear the soft modulation of her voice and feel the urgency of her breath on my face.

Now those were happy days.

Desperate Den wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 12:39:

Opti wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 12:18: It is strange ......how people remember insignificant events......I remember my first wage packet very well. The year was 1976......I was paid £20 ....... my take home pay was £16.84p....of which £4 went to my Mum(the old girl as she was known then)......leaving me the princely sum of £12.84.....to piss up the wall each week. :D :D ......and Oh yes......I also lost my cherry in 1976.. ;) ;) ;)......and it was a fantastic warm summer too. :y :y :y.....as you say Zulu...Happy days.. :y Damn you Opti you've got me going over old ground again. My first biblical knowledge of a female was 4 years prior to yours.  A wonderful, warm-hearted and generous - in the non financial sense - woman she was. A forensic scientist by calling she guided me through this untraversed territory with great expertise and care for a few heavenly months. My place in nirvana was lost however when her husband who had been doing a post-grad course in some esoteric subject in a well known, if remote, university returned to domestic civilisation. I can still see her face, hear the soft modulation of her voice and feel the urgency of her breath on my face. Now those were happy days.

.........would that be when you were only twelve years old :D :D.........or in 1972 Zulu... ::) ::) :y

Opti wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 14:00:

Desperate Den wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 12:39: Opti wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 12:18: It is strange ......how people remember insignificant events......I remember my first wage packet very well. The year was 1976......I was paid £20 ....... my take home pay was £16.84p....of which £4 went to my Mum(the old girl as she was known then)......leaving me the princely sum of £12.84.....to piss up the wall each week. :D :D ......and Oh yes......I also lost my cherry in 1976.. ;) ;) ;)......and it was a fantastic warm summer too. :y :y :y.....as you say Zulu...Happy days.. :y Damn you Opti you've got me going over old ground again. My first biblical knowledge of a female was 4 years prior to yours.  A wonderful, warm-hearted and generous - in the non financial sense - woman she was. A forensic scientist by calling she guided me through this untraversed territory with great expertise and care for a few heavenly months. My place in nirvana was lost however when her husband who had been doing a post-grad course in some esoteric subject in a well known, if remote, university returned to domestic civilisation. I can still see her face, hear the soft modulation of her voice and feel the urgency of her breath on my face. Now those were happy days. .........would that be when you were only twelve years old :D :D.........or in 1972 Zulu... ::) ::) :y

;D ;D 1972, I had a late calling to the scriptures  ;D :y

we was so poor i used to go shopping in a wheelbarrow.  :(

Rickets, typhoid, dissentry,polio, getting all your hair cut off then having your head painted purple, ringworm, tin baths in front of the fire ( with warm water if you were priviledged) food shortages, ah yes them were the days ::)

          http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xe1a1wHxTyo

eeh when i were a lad yer could go art wi 2 pence get pissed,laid,see a movie and still get fish n chips 233 times wrapped in newsprint wi change

Richie London wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 17:42:

we was so poor i used to go shopping in a wheelbarrow.  :(

So did we, but ours didn't have no wheels! you were brought up in sheer luxury ;) ;D ;D :y

PhilRich wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 21:16:

Richie London wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 17:42: we was so poor i used to go shopping in a wheelbarrow.  :( So did we, but ours didn't have no wheels! you were brought up in sheer luxury ;) ;D ;D :y

Shopping, wheelbarrow - what are they???

dbug wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 23:19:

PhilRich wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 21:16: Richie London wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 17:42: we was so poor i used to go shopping in a wheelbarrow.  :( So did we, but ours didn't have no wheels! you were brought up in sheer luxury ;) ;D ;D :y Shopping, wheelbarrow - what are they???

Something the rich kids used to take all there shopping home, me I used a shopping basket.....  ::) ::)

Vamps wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 23:23:

dbug wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 23:19: PhilRich wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 21:16: Richie London wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 17:42: we was so poor i used to go shopping in a wheelbarrow.  :( So did we, but ours didn't have no wheels! you were brought up in sheer luxury ;) ;D ;D :y Shopping, wheelbarrow - what are they??? Something the rich kids used to take all there shopping home, me I used a shopping basket.....  ::) ::)

You went shopping Mike??? :o :o

dbug wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 23:25:

Vamps wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 23:23: dbug wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 23:19: PhilRich wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 21:16: Richie London wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 17:42: we was so poor i used to go shopping in a wheelbarrow.  :( So did we, but ours didn't have no wheels! you were brought up in sheer luxury ;) ;D ;D :y Shopping, wheelbarrow - what are they??? Something the rich kids used to take all there shopping home, me I used a shopping basket.....  ::) ::) You went shopping Mike??? :o :o

With my Mummy...... :D :D :D

dbug wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 23:25:

Vamps wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 23:23: dbug wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 23:19: PhilRich wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 21:16: Richie London wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 17:42: we was so poor i used to go shopping in a wheelbarrow.  :( So did we, but ours didn't have no wheels! you were brought up in sheer luxury ;) ;D ;D :y Shopping, wheelbarrow - what are they??? Something the rich kids used to take all there shopping home, me I used a shopping basket.....  ::) ::) You went shopping Mike??? :o :o

Thinking of it, I still do, I do most of the shopping, certainly the 'topping up' bread, milk etc through the week..  Tomorrow, brown loaf and a bottle of Whisky.... :y
On Saturday I am shopping while swmo and Miss Vamps put up the Christmas Tree, and no, I won't forget the Whisky...... ;D ;D ;D

Vamps wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 23:28:

dbug wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 23:25: Vamps wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 23:23: dbug wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 23:19: PhilRich wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 21:16: Richie London wrote on 01. Dec 2009 at 17:42: we was so poor i used to go shopping in a wheelbarrow.  :( So did we, but ours didn't have no wheels! you were brought up in sheer luxury ;) ;D ;D :y Shopping, wheelbarrow - what are they??? Something the rich kids used to take all there shopping home, me I used a shopping basket.....  ::) ::) You went shopping Mike??? :o :o With my Mummy...... :D :D :D

Really  . . . . . .  :o :o