Thinking that an automatic gearbox and a driver's seat that slides backwards when you switch off the ignition to facilitate egress are essentials on a car.
Walking downhill to the station and having to get a wiggle on to get the train. Punters at the station telling the office that Michael Flatley got their train this morning.
My old Dad would never drink mild, reckoned it was all the regurgitated slops. He drank light and bitter (always got more than a half of bitter) and if the light ale went in first, he wouldn't accept it
And he was right. When I worked in a pub in Grimsby they explained me exactly what the bucket was for where I had to pour the slops. This was also where I learnt that Glenfiddich was not (just) a racehorse.
Remembering when football boots were black and footballs white.
Remembering when the studs on boots were nailed in and if you headed a football on the lace part f@@k me that hurt!
Oh those nails! Came home from playing every week with dried blood on my feet wher the nails had come through and then banging them back on an old rusty anvil for ready for the next week .
Times and Telegraph Sunday supplements made the best shin pads but unfortunately my dad did not get those papers as the Herald did not come out on Sunday. Used to nick them from the chap two doors up. When my dad realised he compromised on the Express on Sunday as they had decent footie reports.
Highlight of life was playing Sunday morning, pint at the Falcon, home for Sunday lunch. Big Match, The Persuaders or Randel and Hopkirk deceased and then a crap black and white film so you could nod off until the pubs opened at 7.
Remembering when football boots were black and footballs white.
Remembering when the studs on boots were nailed in and if you headed a football on the lace part f@@k me that hurt!
And that is why footaballers used to know how to head a football, unlike today where it looks like they jump with their eyes closed and the ball bounces off their head if they are lucky to make contact with it
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All Our Yesterdays - Brian Inglis
Liza Goddard was decent, too.
Getting excited at those catalogues in the Sunday papers that feature ways to keep warm, phones with big buttons and special toe nail cutters.
now means something completely different !
Times and Telegraph Sunday supplements made the best shin pads but unfortunately my dad did not get those papers as the Herald did not come out on Sunday. Used to nick them from the chap two doors up. When my dad realised he compromised on the Express on Sunday as they had decent footie reports.
Highlight of life was playing Sunday morning, pint at the Falcon, home for Sunday lunch. Big Match, The Persuaders or Randel and Hopkirk deceased and then a crap black and white film so you could nod off until the pubs opened at 7.