Kids queuing up to touch the hair of the (only) little black boy in our primary school. Still remember his name, Timmy and can picture his face. This was early 90’s in Maidstone but it was like he was an alien. Crazy!!
Videoplus. Blank vhs tapes. Still remember accidentally taping over Diana’s funeral with the spice girl concert at the brits (Geri Union Jack dress) and being mortified at how I’d explain away a clear wank bank attempt to my parents.
Kids having water fights in the street (super soakers), playing curby, skateboard races, climbing trees.
Teachers fighting pupils.
Huge fights between local schools? Do they still happen? All word of mouth organisation then.
Gazetta Sat am and Sun pm
Newspapers a day behind on holiday. My mate collating all the transfer news whilst I was away.
Cap guns.
Effectively looking at porn with out IT teacher after school when the internet was not long out.
Schools in Kent were pretty wild. 😕
It's where Borstal was invented. The Organiser sounds like the star pupil.
At Dartford Grammar we always used to get rumours of Picardy school (Belvedere?) are coming down after school for a fight.
Kids queuing up to touch the hair of the (only) little black boy in our primary school. Still remember his name, Timmy and can picture his face. This was early 90’s in Maidstone but it was like he was an alien. Crazy!!
Videoplus. Blank vhs tapes. Still remember accidentally taping over Diana’s funeral with the spice girl concert at the brits (Geri Union Jack dress) and being mortified at how I’d explain away a clear wank bank attempt to my parents.
Kids having water fights in the street (super soakers), playing curby, skateboard races, climbing trees.
Teachers fighting pupils.
Huge fights between local schools? Do they still happen? All word of mouth organisation then.
Gazetta Sat am and Sun pm
Newspapers a day behind on holiday. My mate collating all the transfer news whilst I was away.
Cap guns.
Effectively looking at porn with out IT teacher after school when the internet was not long out.
Schools in Kent were pretty wild. 😕
It's where Borstal was invented. The Organiser sounds like the star pupil.
At Dartford Grammar we always used to get rumours of Picardy school (Belvedere?) are coming down after school for a fight.
Sing Something Simple on Sunday evening radio. Utterly awful but my parents insisted on it.
Good shout. I absolutely loathed this. It was worse on a day when we'd gone on a shopping trip into town (something else I never much cared for) because that programme would last all the way back and I'd be imprisoned in the car with no chance of escape. I hated Cliff Adams with a passion.
'A Roads' that were almost entirely single carriage ways and frequently took winding routes through urban areas. The one that sticks in my mind is the old A13 at Thurrock that winds its way past the Circus Tavern.
Charlie Chester's radio programme that was a bit like Swap Shop but for adults to get or give away normal household stuff. 'Someone in Lancaster has a chair to give away, whilst Mike in Maidstone is trying to find a copy of Clement Atlee's wartime diary'. I can’t imagine this format would make the poorest of local stations now, but back then it was peak programming on Radio 2. I guess it's a sad commentary on how poor people were and how difficult it was to obtain stuff.
This made me laugh out load as it reminded me of a strange incident many years ago.
I went to this house to get some witness statements written and signed off. When I arrived I was shown into this room with the most enormously deep pink shagpile carpet I had ever seen. I walked over to a sofa and sat down. I noticed that I had left a trail of deep footprints in the carpet. But strangely the woman sitting on another sofa opposite me had no footprints leading across to her.
But then I found out why, out came the carpet rake and all my footprints were carefully removed as the rake operator gradually reversed away to the hall door.
Everything in the room was pink. Including this weird telephone with giant-sized numbers. I needed to make a telephone call and the battery in my Motorola brick had died, so I asked if I could use their phone. I was told, yes but the pink one didn't work it was just for show. I could use the one in the hall. So out I went leaving more footprints in the ridiculous carpet. Before I returned my footprints had gone.
This went on all evening, I was given a cup of coffee and, yes, the footprints had to be removed again with said rake. It really was a bizarre evening.
We had a knife sharpening bloke come round who'd operate from his van - knives, scissors, shears, tools - he was quite popular.
Also the French onion man on his bike.
I lived in Bean, and as a child we had a veg lorry come round, a bakers lorry, grocery lorry (sweeties!), mobile fish and chips and on a friday a Corona fizzy pop lorry.
We also had someone selling charity lottery tickets made of thick paper, with perforations around the edge, which you had to tear around to open and see if you had won.
Grocery Lorry? Not Gerry’s van? A removal lorry you go into the back of ? I’m from Greenhithe it must be surely?
I can can remember collecting bubble gum cards as a primary school kid in the 1960’s. There were series based on the American Civil War and WW2. Having just looked them up on the internet I am reminded of how bloodthirsty and violent they were.
Also one of the petrol companies gave away free with every purchase a sealed pack with half a facsimile note of the realm. If you matched up both sides of the note you got the money back. Normally it was a ten shilling note.
Not an everyday thing but I could never understand why the bbc shipping forecast interrupted the test match commentary. Just how many captain birdseyes did the bbc think were cricket fans.
I can can remember collecting bubble gum cards as a primary school kid in the 1960’s. There were series based on the American Civil War and WW2. Having just looked them up on the internet I am reminded of how bloodthirsty and violent they were.
Also one of the petrol companies gave away free with every purchase a sealed pack with half a facsimile note of the realm. If you matched up both sides of the note you got the money back. Normally it was a ten shilling note.
Not forgetting Man from UNCLE cards, when you laid them out you had a picture of Napoleon Solo and Ilya Kuriakin (sp) on the reverse.
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I went to this house to get some witness statements written and signed off. When I arrived I was shown into this room with the most enormously deep pink shagpile carpet I had ever seen. I walked over to a sofa and sat down. I noticed that I had left a trail of deep footprints in the carpet. But strangely the woman sitting on another sofa opposite me had no footprints leading across to her.
But then I found out why, out came the carpet rake and all my footprints were carefully removed as the rake operator gradually reversed away to the hall door.
Everything in the room was pink. Including this weird telephone with giant-sized numbers. I needed to make a telephone call and the battery in my Motorola brick had died, so I asked if I could use their phone. I was told, yes but the pink one didn't work it was just for show. I could use the one in the hall. So out I went leaving more footprints in the ridiculous carpet. Before I returned my footprints had gone.
This went on all evening, I was given a cup of coffee and, yes, the footprints had to be removed again with said rake. It really was a bizarre evening.
Thriving department stores in Woolwich.
Just how many captain birdseyes did the bbc think were cricket fans.
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