And the man from the 'Pru'.I remember the Pools man coming round once a week to collect the coupon and cash.
And the man from the 'Pru'.I remember the Pools man coming round once a week to collect the coupon and cash.
Then nipping round the back of the shop to nick them and take them back to the shop the next day.Take lemonade bottles back to the shop to get the deposit back.
When did we stop?Things we used to do....
Yup, real glad we don't do any of that stuff anymore.
- Invade countries and slaughter the indigenous barbarians who refused to share our religious ideals.
- Persecute the disadvantaged to feather the nest of the wealthy and privileged.
- Celebrate the success of those who took it upon themselves to murder, manipulate and corrupt their way to the "Top"
- Spread disease and pestilence
- Use high polluting internal combustion engines to fill the towns with smog and vile air.
Press button B to get your money back.
I had a collection of golliwogs all in different outfits.
Wish I'd kept them, would have been worth a fortune now.
Go to different shops to get all your shopping in.
Buy potassium nitrate and flowers of sulphur at the chemists.
What about the "Horace Batchelor" pools system on Radio Luxembourg! I think you had to send a postal order to Bristol or something. Was in Keynsham?I remember the Pools man coming round once a week to collect the coupon and cash.
With a formula from Encyclopaedia Britannica (1965 edition?), we were able to source all the essential ingredients of gunpowder from the local chemist, no questions asked. We blew things up with our DIY concrete and steel encased mines, detonators courtesy of steel wool , Jetex fuses, and motorcycle batteries.done both those. But there was a stern lecture from the chemist before he handed it (the KNO3) over - and I was with my Dad - dare say both are still readilly availableas they have legit uses. Although gunpowder was genuinely not my primary aim - was just doing general chemistry dabbling - it did get made eventually but was a bit of a disapointment.
Used to work in that last one, for a short while.See a fat child. I can only remember one in a school with 800 pupils.
[Probably related to the above ...] See a child being brought to school in a car.
I speculated that in my lifetime computers would improve so much that it would be possible to fit one in a large suitcase, powerful enough to be a communications hub, do animations, and play and compose music on. They would only cost about £25,000. An old schoolfriend reminded me of that conversation recently and told me that it had sounded like a science fiction story at the time. In fact, it happened about 40 years sooner than expected, at about a fiftieth of the price, and taking up less than a hundredth of the space!
That one is chilling ... I read THIS just the other day.
There used to be a Cape Asbestos factory in Old Town, above Hebden Bridge. Hundreds of former workers have died agonising deaths as a result of the time they worked there, and they are still dying now, decades after the factory was shut down and the site cleared. Read about Acre Mill HERE.
We used to stuff tissues up the Button B chute and collect the harvest later.or better still, nipping into each 'phone box you passed to press "button B" hoping to get someone else's money back - maybe 1 time in 4 you'd get a penny - and we're talking 1d here not 1p