The Nostalgia Thread

[Ron-da-Valli]

Proper tobacconists. They don't exist anymore. They smelled wonderful!

View attachment 15640

When I was at primary school I loved the smell of tobacco and pipe smoke in particular, and I always insisted that I would get a pipe when I grew up! I never did though although I still love that aroma. Condor!!

 

[colly]

Proper tobacconists. They don't exist anymore. They smelled wonderful!

Yes the smell of Old Shag is something to be savoured.

 

[slowmotion]

Yes the smell of Old Shag is something to be savoured.

Is that the black tobacco that smelled of Harpic lavatory cleaner?

 

[Ron-da-Valli]

View: http://youtu.be/aO-c4nq4yDE

 

[Mad Doug Biker]

Yes the smell of Old Shag is something to be savoured.

I'll have to bow to your superior knowledge on that one Colly!


Oh, sorry, not THAT kind of shag?!

 

[Large]

Open top buses running regular services along Swansea Bay and the Gower.

 

[compo]

Two things have made me wish for the good old days today.

One, I remember when you could go and pay for your petrol at a garage without queuing for 15 minutes behind customers paying for a weeks shopping and,

Secondly, when black pudding had big lumps of deliciously unhealthy white fat in it rather than the mushy muck they sell now as black pudding.

 

[twentysix by twentyfive]

I remember when summers were summers. You know - sunshine, blue skies and nicely warm.

 

[asterix]

Trolley buses. No tracks, pneumatic tyres.

 

[User482]

Motorists stopped at red lights.

 

[mr_cellophane]

I remember when you carried enough cash to pay for your petrol.

 

[compo]

I remember when you carried enough cash to pay for your petrol.

I still do. I very rarely use a debit card in garages knowing how many cases of fraud are traced back to garage attendants.

 

[asterix]

Only having one dustbin.

 

[colly]

Dustbin men that lifted that single heavy, stinky bin, carried it from round the back of the house, down the path, hoisted it into the back of an open wagon then came all the way back with it and put it where they found it.

And earned their money big style.

 

[swee'pea99]

Having to eat what was in season.

In summer you could have plums and strawberries, in the winter there wasn't much but swedes and potatoes. The idea that you could have whatever you wanted whenever you fancied it (along with the big accompanying price tag that strangely stayed just as high even when things were in season) sort of slithered in along with the supermarkets, sometime in my teens/'20s.