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My contribution, memories growing up in London in 70's.....

Playing on bomb-sites still left over from the war, I got hit with a thrown half-brick once and my parents sent me to bed with a Junior Asprin :shock: I felt odd for days (still do)

Loose dogs! There were loads of dogs in my neighbourhood just chucked out of the house all day to roam, one called Oscar used zebra crossings and fathered an entire dynasty of mongrels :lol:

Old money- how BIG was a penny piece and how gorgeous was a thru'penny bit?

Everyone used to buy fireworks on Bonfire Night and congregate to let them off on the Green opposite our flat, always a foggy cold night.

Policemen in Minis, the fish van man who sold prawns by the pint, kids sat outside pubs with a coke in a bottle with a straw and a packet of salt n shake crisps waiting for their parents to finish their Watneys Red Barrel and Dubonnet.

Wearing 'Long Dresses' to go out for the evening.

 

Ahhhhhh! All nostagia-ed out

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Maybe it was just a Manchester thing. :shock::lol:

 

It was at the start of the Laura Ashley style of dressing, with cottage loaf hairstyles and ringlets in front of the ears.

 

I can clearly remember going to a silver wedding bash and all the aunts were wearing them and feeling pretty pleased with themselves.(and looked as if they had come out in their nightie - which they had).

 

Weird.

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Sounds like our old go kart - no brakes, just used the soles of your plimsolls to stop.

 

Brakes are for wimps!

 

I came to an abrupt halt on my scooter once, I built up a good speed and crouched down (for aerodynamic reasons of course) and the back wheels ripped my skirt off!

 

I am soo sorry Claire but that made me really laugh out loud :oops: I have not laughed like that in ages :oops: Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, heeeeeeeeeeeeeee, heeeeeeeeeeeeeee

 

We had a Ford Anglia as a kid I on a sunny day you burnt your bare legs sitting on the plastic seats. I cried when we got rid of that car :roll:

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LOL! no, I think his real name was Ben Murphy, and he might have died quite young... this was a long time ago, you understand!

 

I think we are getting out Alias's and out Alas's mixed up here! :lol:

 

Wasn't the one who dies called Pete Duell or similar. I ream to remember he was larking about with a gun, playing Russian Roulette with blanks, not realising how dangerous blanks are....and he blew his brains out on set.

 

Very sad, and such a pointless way to die.

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Maybe it was just a Manchester thing. :shock::lol:

 

It was at the start of the Laura Ashley style of dressing, with cottage loaf hairstyles and ringlets in front of the ears.

 

I can clearly remember going to a silver wedding bash and all the aunts were wearing them and feeling pretty pleased with themselves.(and looked as if they had come out in their nightie - which they had).

 

Weird.

 

The only ladies in Birmingham who appear out on the street in their nightwear are the ones who have absconded from their residential care homes, Egluntine! However, now I have a lovely image of several middle aged ladies in nice lawn cotton nightwear all done up like the 70's Cadburys flake ad, wafting around in slow motion with wisps of hair all over the place :D

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I don't remember the nighties thing :? , and I consider myself a Mancunian, in that the bulk of my later childhood & adolescence were spent in the Manchester area. Came down South in 1983 though, met hubby and never went back :shock:

I do remember losing a patient when I was a student nurse left in charge of the ward for my ward management assessment, we frantically searched the hospital because we couldn't find him anywhere. Turned out he strolled up to Foyles on Charing Cross road in hospital issue pyjamas and stripy dressing gown :shock::lol::lol::lol: . Came back safe enough with some bedtime reading, but I bet he gave everyone who saw him a giggle.

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My best childhood memories are of ' our gang' going collecting rubbish for bonfire night for our bommy. One lady gave us an old setee and we pushed it down the road much to the amusement of our mothers!

 

But my all time laughable event was when ' our gang' found a lifesize doll hanging in a tree, hooked it down and played with it on the park swings and slide near our homes and near the lanes with traffic passing by. Me & my little sister were younger than a lot of the gang & questioned why it had erm holes. We were told that the doll was infact a money box. Oh right we both said and carried on putting the lovely doll on the slide & dancing on the field with it.

Later that evening the Kenny Everet show was on TV & the same doll was there on our TV screen. My sister shouts...Mum that's the same as our doll we've found on the field / park.

I now know that the doll was infact an adult inflatable doll!!!!!! :shock::shock::oops:

I don't know how our poor parents kept their faces straight!!!!

 

Emma.x

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