Agricola you make a valid suggestion.
Being from a poor family we were never able to have a Turkey at Christmas so mother always roasted the pet Budgie as the family meal. Now before anyone shouts cruel, I would like to point out that being loving parents, they always brought us a replacement Budgie as a christmas present.
There were other benefits aside from the cheapness( no pun intended)
To add to the christmas flavour as it were, instead of teaching our budgies to curse, we always taught them to sing 'Ding Dong Merrily On High' which added to the atmosphere as they were layed in the baking tray.
Your point on stuffing them is well made, however mother found that feeding them on a diet of dried Paxo a week before the festivities worked a treat. The only thing that we forcefully stuffed into the Budgie, was it's little bell as a substitute for the traditional shilling in the christmas pud.
can i ask a question?
at what age can you begin to class yourself as an oldie????
i am getting excited as before the year is out...i will have reached the grand old age of 25, will i recieve a membership card in the post.. or do i have to apply for it??
hahahaha well Ive got my proof reading head on!!!!!!!! 4 seconds eh thought it only took 3 :shock: :shock:
Hi Alex,
It seems I'm a touch older than the other posters, so I'll try to tell what I remeber of the old days.
Born in '49, I am able to rememebr, just, the ending of sweet rationing from after the second world war, and seeing the miriad of colours in the sweetshop window as they advertised smarties and the like. Yes, there were liquoris sticks, Barley sugar twists, and toffee twist. I would be given six pence on a Saturday to go with my brother and buy sweeties for Sunday afternoon (the only day I was allowed to eat sweets (and still my teeth have given me trouble), and being told not to chomp, oir eat them all at once.
Afternoons before starting school I would be put down for a sleep on the sofa, with mothers fur coat over me, and can still re-call the warmth of it, and the tickle it gave me when it touched my face. Mother would have fifteen minutes peace to listen to Mrs Dale's Diary on the Light Program. Sunday would be church in the morning, and we would all dress in our Sunday best. As I got older, I was expected to walk to the side of the church during the second hymn and follow the lady who would take all us little ones for Sunday school.
Sunday raost was left to cook slowly in the oven, with just the veg to boil when we got back. A modern concession was to have the radio on during dinner (lunch is a fairly new word for a meal at mid-day), and you tuned in to Two way family favourites, with Jean Metcalf, and a chap who I can't re-call.
Other popular radio programs were, Billy Cotton band Show, The Navy Lark, Sing Something Simple, with Cliff Adams and his singers. the goons, who my father hated with a passion, Workers Playtime, The Sunday Half Hour, Hancocks Half Hour, and of course, The Archers.
Well that's a blast from the past, and I could re-call so much more, but I'm sure it is most boring to all but those like me who are old enough to have lived through those days, but, as has been asked, were they the good old days?
Yes, they were good, because we knew no different, and yes, they are the old days, but to put the three words together in one sentence is madness. After-all, who wants to go back to having only an outside lavatory, shops that were half empty, telephones that only existed for the majority in red boxes a mile away from your home, men who had to labour and toil until they were half dead to scrape a living, and could be fired on the whim of the boss simply because he wanted to save a couple of bob by setting on a younger man to do the same job for half a crown a week less. Yes, they are the old days, and yes, it's good we can remember them, because I doubt if we could cope with living like it today.
Oh boy Ice Pie - AZTECS!
Come you lot at Cadburys - its time for an Aztec revival!!
I think that being comfortable in your age is an important frame of mind. At the end of the day O believe in the expression "you are as old as you feel :twisted: guess what I like to feel lol
I was born in a bombing raid. Hitler knew he must kill me or lose the war, the rest is history.
I saw this in the doctors waiting room, and thought you might like to see it as it fits with this thread nicely.
What Is A Senior Citizen?
A senior citizen is one who was here before;
the pill, television,frozen foods,
contact lenses, credit cards,
... and before man walked on the moon.
For us, "Time Sharing" meant togetherness, not holiday homes,
and a "chip" meant a piece of wood.
"Hardware" meant nuts and bolts,
and "Softwear" wasn't even a word.
We got married first, then lived together,
and thought cleavage was something butchers did.
A "stud" was something that fastened a collare to a shirt,
and "going all the way" meant staying on a bus to the depot.
We thought "fast food" was what you ate at Lent;
a "Big Mac" was an oversized raincoat
and "crumpet" we had for tea.
In our day, "grass" was mown;
"pot" was something you cooked in;
"coke" was kept in the coalhouse and
a "joint" was cooked on Sundays.
We are today's Senior Citizens. A hardy bunch
when you think how the world has changed!
There was no name attached, so I beg foregivness for steeling and using the words.
Keith3006
Bloody Hell Keith - you know how to upset a woman!!!!!!!!!
I think I identify with all of those!
I think I'll go sulk now!!!! :cry:
Those were the days when the Morris Minor & the Mini were really quite new. Dad had a Ford Zephyr with a bench seat in the front!!
Girls were still some way off for me 
In 1978 or 79 my mates & I organised a brilliant disco at our college which went off fabulously, but when we finished & went outside to load the gear into my car... there had been a very heavy snow fall & it took ages to drive everyone home!!!
:roll: 
