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Quote by Alexandra
I was just downstairs making myself a bit of breakfast and I was listening to Radio 2.
A song came on that took me right back to my youth.
It was Gordon Lightfoot with 'If you could read my mind'. I had to stay and listen to the very end. And I really mean listen, because this song, along with so many back then actually told a story and you could feel the emotions behind it. It was simple song (with no obcenities), no 'sampling', no electronics, just a vocalist (who could actually sing words you could here and understand) , a guitar (that was played melodically) and subtle backing.
It made me think that at my age I have been priviledged to be around when so many wonderful and innovating things first appeared as well as such varied music.
(btw I am not slating todays music but I do wish they would learn to write new songs instead of ruining other peoples by editing bits into their own)
Some of the things that I am thrilled to have witnessed are......
The 'Swinging Sixties' (nooooo - it wasn't that type of swinging). I was only young. But I can remember my parents taking me to Carnaby Street!!!! Wow it was unbelievable. I remember getting a purple crushed velvet jacket with gold embroidery from there.
The music - Elvis & the Jordanaires, Cliff & the Drifters (name had to be changed to the Shadows because of the American Drifters), the Stones, the Beatles, Hermans Hermits (Feeling Groovy etc), the Who, the Kinks, Fleetwood Mac, T Rex etc etc etc etc. I even remember Tommy Steele (Little White Bull) and Billy Fury (Halfway to Paradise).
The clothes.... mini skirts and hot pants. I remeber having a yellow satin mini dress which was so short it came with matching knickers! I used to wear that with white leather knee length boots. My other favourite outfit at the time was majenta suede hotpants and matching lace up waistcoat. I wore that to work occasionaly at my first job - Tax Officer in Altrincham Tax Office! Then came the time of the afgan coats. I had the cheaper version a cloth brocade one with wooley fur lining - I really loved it till one day I was in a pub and noticed the seats were covered in exactly the same brocade!!!! - I was gutted.
Then was the space race...
First orbit of the earth. I think this was Russian and had a dog called Leika on board.
First man in space - again Russion - Yuri Gregarin
First men on the moon - American Buzz Aldrin et al
Other technological advances.
The computer! These were only just starting to be used and what we have sitting on our desks now would then have taken up the whole floor of an office block!
My first job with computers was as a programmer on an ICL1904 - that was about the size of 2 sideboards and only had a 5mb fixed disk. The 80mb removable disk was about the size of a big hatbox.
For home enthustasts, then came Things like the Acorn Electron, Sinclair ZX80/81/spectrum.
Now PCs and networks are commonplace and where would we be without the internet
Cars.... I rember the first car we had at home was an old 'Sit up and beg' Ford Popular. That was in the days when you could have a car in any colour you liked, so long as it was black! It had 2 little square windows at the back, and the indicators were little plastic orange arrows which flicked out.
Well - I am supposed to be working so I should leave it at this.
These are just a small number of the things which I am proud to have been around for, in my (almost) half century on this planet.
Now this is really a thread only for the oldies on here.
What things can you remember and thought that you were 'glad to be alive when that happened'

I remember barrel bottom suits for men, mods and rockers, skinheads, long haired louts, mini skirts, the new look, and all the things that you mention, although I am much older than you Alexandria, yes, they are all wonderfull memories, thank you for that. 69position lol biggrin
Quote by Alexandra
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:

Trouble is Alex, I too can identify with most of it, but to cheer you up, here's another little ditty that goes back even further, or so I assume, but perhaps we can hold ahnds and await our tun to be like this: It's called; Why and When?
I'm still religiously taking my pills,
they're supposed to control all of my ills.
One in the morning is to give me 'go'
while the last one at nightmakes me tick over slow.
In between there's one I hate,
it makes me freely irrigate!
There's also a potion to stop my blood clotting,
but nothing at all to stop the rest rotting.
If I move with a jerk there's a hell of a racket,
like a few dried peas in a large empty packet.
It's no fun I certainly can tell,
but somewhat better than being unwell.
Oh what it must be to be fit as a fiddle,
and need no pills to speed you, slow you, or make you piddle!
You can struggle along or have great wealth,
however it's just pot-luck when it comes to your health.
If I keep munching drugs, or if I stop,
no doubt I shall manage to live 'til I drop.
That always happens sooner than you think,
but I'll try to 'spend up' buying that last drink!
signed The Grimreaper.
Move over Alex, give a bit of space in your corner, will you?
Hi Alex,
If you've come out of your corner now, and taken you thumb out of your mouth, i'll cheer you up, by telling you of somethings you won't remember, but I do.
Being born in the city, I remember like everyone else the rag & bone man coming round with his horse and cart, but I also recall other goods being delivered by single horse power. There was; the coal, the milk and the bread from the co-op, the dust cart was also horse drawn. The tinker used a bike with his grindstone attached, and every day the street sweeper would sweep his way down our pavements. The bobbies would walk their beat with cape over their shoulder if it was dry, and if it was warm, would leave it in their police box on the corner. At night they used to carry a lamp, not a torch, and it resembled a smaller version of a train lantern.
Bonfires were held in cobbled back lanes, and father and mothers would take their children from fire to fire, to see the catherine wheel nailed to back gates. Jumping jacks would always be dropped by your wellies, and hot baked potatoes would be handed out to all those close by.
Every Thursday the rent woman would call round, with her leather bound folio under her arm, and a satchel slung over her shoulder. There was little chance in those days that she would be robbed, as everyone looked out for each other and word of who commited a crime would be know by everyone, long before the police.
Youngsters didn't live in fear, but accepted a clip round the ear as part of growing up, and instant punishment for wrong doings by the local bobbies. We grew up to be decent citizens, because our parents had learnt military disciplin and passed it on with a sharp word or sharper smack if we needed it.
Pub deliveries were usually by two horse power, and the draymen took as much pride in their own appearance as that of their horses. Men who workined in the city wore suit and tie, and if they attained any kind of status, would wear a bowler hat, otherwise a trillby was the order of the day. A lady, of whatever stautus, would never go out with wearing a hat, and sandals were suitable only for the beach! Full length pinnies were worn in the kitchen, and short ones saved for afternoons when visitors might call.
Washing was done with dolly-tub and ponch, anmd if you were lucky, there would be a hand mangle to squeeze out the water. Soda, a scrubbing brush and washboard were used to get dads collars clean, and starch by the bucket to get the stiff again.
Yes, I remember all these things, and can't understand when people say they were the good old days. Nostalgic, maybe, but good? Well, ask any woman over sixtyfive if hard work and druggery were the good old days?
Keith3006, no relation to Keith K. It's all lies I tell you!
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Oh I remember those days well =
Fred (ex medic1) the other one
Quote by Ice Pie
Hey Ice - I happen to LIKE Celery!!!!!!! Unless it's cooked!
But Celery & Humous - mmmmmmmmmm lovely!

Humous I can live with, but celery... the thing is, I like to taste my food when I'm eating it, not three days later. biggrin
(Would you believe the Co-Op put it in their spag bol? Since when did spag bol have celery in it? Weird confused )
Kola Kubes
Lemon Bob-bons
Black jacks
And does anyone else remember the Aztec bar?
Is it just because I was smaller, or were Curly Wurlys and Wagon Wheels actually much bigger back then?
Urggghhhh celery
But mmmm sweeities, had a day out at Beamish open air museum during the summer and they have a shop that sold all manner of lovely sweets, most of which were the same or similar to a lot of stuff sold years ago and they were yummy sasparillas, proper army and navy sweets, hard liquorice sticks etc mmm came home with bags of them
Sadly no Aztecs but I think I remember them
Alex,I take it the big hug is for 3006,not for me :cry: !
Still,the lad has earned it with some cracking verse and a jolly old trip down memory lane.
..I was gonna say as a kid I remember women in ponchos..but..the cycle has turned back full circle ponchowise!
So,after Ponchos..will they bring back Cadburys Aztec bars after all!!???? :thumbup:
Quote by Keith K
Alex,I take it the big hug is for 3006,not for me :cry: !
Still,the lad has earned it with some cracking verse and a jolly old trip down memory lane.
..I was gonna say as a kid I remember women in ponchos..but..the cycle has turned back full circle ponchowise!
So,after Ponchos..will they bring back Cadburys Aztec bars after all!!???? :thumbup:

For you, my young namesake, they might even bring back Fry's Fiveboys, Zooms, tanner vending machines, jubblies, and sherbert dabbs. Buckingham and Lucky Strike could be back on the faggs shelf, Raleigh Bicyles could be made in Nottingham again, and goods sent by rail could be delivered by three wheeled Trojan wagons and trailers, painted in dark red and cream!
Still, never mind matey, good memories seem to be remenicences, while bad one's are just memories.
Cheers, Keith3006
Quote by Alexandra
Big Hug Keith!!!!!!!!
Alex x

Thanks Alex, I needed that. But while you have your arm around me, perhaps you could massage the aching back.
Thought I was still quite young, until the young lady proved otherwise! I think I'll stick to my own age group in future. At least we can help one another off and on?
Keith3006
Quote by Keith3006
Big Hug Keith!!!!!!!!
Alex x

Thanks Alex, I needed that. But while you have your arm around me, perhaps you could massage the aching back.
Keith3006
With pleasure - I am quite good at massage!
Alex x x
Quote by Alexandra
Big Hug Keith!!!!!!!!
Alex x

Thanks Alex, I needed that. But while you have your arm around me, perhaps you could massage the aching back.
Keith3006
With pleasure - I am quite good at massage!
Alex x x
Perhaps we should PM to discuss your techniques, and trawl over the days yore?
Orgasminator
Memories, what wonderful things they are, here are a few of mine.
Milkfloats drawn by horses, Ringtons Tea delivered in converted horse drawn Hansome cabs.
Walking two miles to school, no school run in those days, only the rich had a car.
Walking home from school in winter, following the lamplighter along the street, and shinning up lamp posts to turn off the gas.
Steam powered traction engines and road rollers still in use
Dick Barton and Journey into Space on the radio.
The Coronation of QE2.
Short trousers until I was 13.
My introduction to horizontal refreshments at 13 by a much older woman, I think she was 16, lol.
Saturday night hops when bopping was all the rage.
Mantovani and the Joe Loss orchestras in the top ten. (It's true, honest)
Posh dances where you actually held your partner.
Playing Skiffle live on stage with Hank Marvin and Bruce Welsh, before they went to London and became famous.
My first wage packet 15/- (75p) for a weeks work.
Youth Hostelling holidays on my own. No parental controls, hooray.
My first car, A 1947 Riley 2.5 litre, 2.5 tons weight with cable brakes.
Four gallons of petrol and two pints of oil and change out of £1note.
The 50th notch on my headboard aged 18.
The time when all girls wore stockings, because tights hadn't been invented.
A round of six pints, 20 cigarettes, and change out of £1.
The first Elvis record.
My first dogging experience 1962.
I'd better stop there before I get overcome by nostalgia.
Harry0
The oldest swinger in anyones town. rolleyes
Quote by harry0
I'd better stop there before I get overcome by nostalgia.
Harry0
The oldest swinger in anyones town. rolleyes

I don't know about the oldest swinger..... but a man with a wonderfully rich warm voice - and a joy to chat to!
Hugs, Alex x x
Orgasminator

Awww shucks Alex, your making me blush. redface I wonder how deep it will go when my voice breaks. smile
No your bum doesn't look big in your picture, but I'll give you a second opinion when I see it for real. :twisted:
Harry0
Warming the Bed
rolleyes yes i remember the old days. i was 12 when i was called up to join 1st world war . we did not have a proper uniform .we were told by the army we would be given one boot now and the other one when we reached every saturday night i polish them and wear them when i go for keeping my feet dry when i am in deep mud watching a lady take the bayonet;on the car do like it uppum you em cumming; alexandra. kind regards. loveblock.
Another memory for the ladies.........
Biba Make-up (My god that was so greasy) - Pale skin and BIG eyes, thick false eyelashes.
Twiggy - who made it fashionable to be flat chested!
Mary Quant was the No 1 designer for the young!
Another personal memory - meeting the Bealtles - when I was way too young to be impressed - and anyway because of my skating I was more into classical music.
I wish I had taken more notice as I had their autographs but never looked after them. I have since searched my parents house from top to bottom with no luck!
Sexlightened
Alex, I imagine it must have been amazing to meet 'The Beatles'. However, I , being a country lad, never had the opportunity to meet anybody famous, but, I remember 'Gerald' (not real name). He was a Korean War veteran that lost one foot in the fighting. He was a pig farmer, in fact, he lived with his pigs!! He smelled like -you don't want to know. He was as relaxed as the day is long; nothing mattered to him except his sows. He was a delightful conversationalist, and listened more than he spoke. He came into town each wednesday (market day) to sell pigs, but always attracted a crowd of people (and flies). I sold him Barley, and he always arranged that I should go to 'his place' to draw the cash (here in the country, cash is ALL). It was really an excuse to put the kettle on, pull up a oil drum, and talk about life until the sun went down. We'd crack open a few bottles of Brown Ale and end up silent, but happy, in each other's company. He valued friendship, and conversation, more than anything; he said that is what he lost a foot for.
I can't help thinking, reading all the angst and bickering that sometimes surfaces here, old Gerald had it about right.
We all have shit that stinks, memories that hurt, habits that annoy others; but we are all passengers on the same long train journey.
Friendship and compassion are all.
Rest in peace Gerald: you learned a lesson that would benefit us all..
A
Wow Alex,you met Lennon?One of my big heroes!
Was interested about your mention of Biba cosmetic anyone remember the amazing Biba department store in the 70s in Kensington?It was an amazing place,utterly surreal..a shoplifters paradise,with shop assistants that seemed too stoned to give a damn,tramps sleeping on the sofas,and a Mistresses room that had a big double bed with loads of knickers and bras randomly slung on it ,actually the products the fixture was supposed to "sell"..where I remember a friend and I having a perfume spraying fight at each other..you guessed it,no security rushing to aprehend us..
It was all that lovely art deco/early Roxy Music vibe.
Upstairs was The Rainbow Room a beautiful art deco cafe that did great ice cream sundaes.
In the basement they sold food..seafood had toy seagulls hung above it and wave and seagull sqwalk effects.I remember too a giant model of a black labrador with a hollowed out belly holding tins of dogfood,a giant fig leaf covering up his naughty doggy bits!!!!
Of course such a place could not last for long..It was unlike anywhere I'd seen before or since.