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You know you're getting old when...

I am proud to say that I am now half a century into solo independent thoosieism.
Southport and Blackpool, the very nice summer of '74.
I was trusted, on the tram/bus/train, alone, Thursdays, half day closing in the family shop.
Pocket money saved to about three or four quid, a pound on the train, return, for ages off peak...summer holidays offer.
Most big rides were 10p by then I think.
Spare 50p,(ten bob in real money) strictly for emergencies, not to be spent.
Disposable packed lunch, wrapped in the waxed paper loaf wrapper, together with one of those new fangled minipop bottles of cola, all eaten by the time you got off the train...and a 2p coin to phone home mid afternoon, to report in.
When skint, I would watch the National race back to the station for ages, or swim in the sea for an hour.
These were the days of starting to buy clothes with zipped pockets...for obvious reasons.
I could lose my ******* keys back then, all those years ago.
 
rob666 said:
I am proud to say that I am now half a century into solo independent thoosieism.
Southport and Blackpool, the very nice summer of '74.
I was trusted, on the tram/bus/train, alone, Thursdays, half day closing in the family shop.
Pocket money saved to about three or four quid, a pound on the train, return, for ages off peak...summer holidays offer.
Most big rides were 10p by then I think.
Spare 50p,(ten bob in real money) strictly for emergencies, not to be spent.
Disposable packed lunch, wrapped in the waxed paper loaf wrapper, together with one of those new fangled minipop bottles of cola, all eaten by the time you got off the train...and a 2p coin to phone home mid afternoon, to report in.
When skint, I would watch the National race back to the station for ages, or swim in the sea for an hour.
These were the days of starting to buy clothes with zipped pockets...for obvious reasons.
I could lose my ******* keys back then, all those years ago.
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Did you ever wear an onion on your belt, as was the style at the time?
 
I cannot recall anyone, ever, wearing an onion on their belt sir, so no, sorry.
Sounds fun though.
Might start a trend between us eh?
Why would you do such a thing?
Snake belts were in.
And those funny horseshoe shaped leather purses were all the rage, for boys and girls.
 
rob666 said:
I cannot recall anyone, ever, wearing an onion on their belt sir, so no, sorry.
Sounds fun though.
Might start a trend between us eh?
Why would you do such a thing?
Snake belts were in.
And those funny horseshoe shaped leather purses were all the rage, for boys and girls.
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FWIW, I love reading your reflections - I could listen to stories about way back when all day long!
 
You are more than welcome to join us in the old gits corner in Crevettes...next season.
I must say I am finding my no pass season very liberating.
But I miss the lovely ladies behind the bar...
 
cloudburster said:


FWIW, I love reading your reflections - I could listen to stories about way back when all day long!
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Well now, y'see, you got me thinking about memories I can't remember now...
The Beach back then was heaven, the big new ride was still the log flume, and you often had to wait half an hour for that...for 10p, even with the new double station loading.
The south of the park was still mainly dunes, kiddies rides, coaster and railway, sandy gated playground, and just the dipper and rollercoaster.
The Reel gave you better sex education lessons than anything taught in Biology, and you came out of the Fun House with new and interesting burns every last time...twenty pence because you could stay all day...the most expensive attraction on the park at the time.
I remember one guy jumping off the joy wheel, heat friction set his full pack of swan vestas alight in his jeans back pocket...and he stripped completely to avoid bad burns...hung like a donkey he was...scared me to death, the great sea slug of Blackpool.
The funhouse cafe sold orange cordial at a shilling a pint, (5p), and they only had hot water in the toilets, to stop you drinking it.
The whole of the funhouse stank of beer at 3.30 pm, pub kicking out time...rowdy blokes having mischief between pub sessions...puking at the back door after a gallon and the rolling barrel.
North park on the Beach used to have about ten other rides, including speedboats, the lady in the old maze was famous for fiddling the prices, putting them up from 5p to 10p on occasion, pocketing the difference, when nobody was looking...and the cafe on stilts in the middle of the maze was a fantastic place for a tea and cake for a shilling, and chatting to complete strangers...what I use Crevettes for now.
All to a soundtrack of the Osmonds, David Cassidy, Glam Rock, and the Bay City Rollers...Shang a ******* Lang.

Clackers, they were big at the time, as were swollen wrists, Connect Four was the big new modern game at Christmas, better than Mastermind.
I had bell bottoms, couldn't wear platform shoes...too tall, golf wankers started jogging as well, lava lamps, sideburns, tie dye, spin art (on the Beach itself), Space Hoppers, streakers, CB radio, "1 9 for an argument...", Watergate, slinkies, sophisticated Vesta meals, sarsaparilla by the pint on the market, silly string, and frisbees.
I had all these in my zip up pockets, but I tell you now...there was no onion on my snake belt sir.
Not that I remember.

Might be next time I get into Crevettes though.
 
Just had an engineer young enough to be my child smugly tell me "SDI is dead, my friend". Fine by me. I say we go back to PAL. I understood how a studio worked back then.
 
I don't to really have much in common with my boss.

On a journey out the other we both acknowledge that modern TV and living set ups are shite, because an Amiga 500 simply no longer fits in the tele. Or underneath it.
 
Slugjc said:
Isn't it what you call someone who is not ya mate, but you need to call em something that is friendly.

Examples: "cheers for that pal."
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I am trying to think of a joke including 'Phase Alternation Line' but i just can't secam it.
 
Slugjc said:
I don't to really have much in common with my boss.

On a journey out the other we both acknowledge that modern TV and living set ups are shite, because an Amiga 500 simply no longer fits in the tele. Or underneath it.
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Would an Amiga 600 be better? Loved my one, games like SWOS, very early Championship Manager, and Brian Lara Cricket.
 
John_P said:
Would an Amiga 600 be better? Loved my one, games like SWOS, very early Championship Manager, and Brian Lara Cricket.
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It would be but

It's What he's had for years. I've just sold mine as the old girl was in need of some much needed TLC and i simply don't have the room for it anymore. Sad times but, I've not turned it on for over 15 years. Why keep it?
 
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