Back in the day thread...

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You may as well use a crisp packet! :D

Anyone remember the outside long-drop khazi's? Both my g/parents had them & they were quite scary places at night! :eek: (not to mention the spiders :cautious: )

They also used torn up squares of newspaper hung behind the loo door.


Also just remembered quickly rolling sheets of newspaper & tying in a very loose knot, which were used to light the kindling, to get the coal fire going.

Soot & salt as a `toothpaste`?
 
Wade Whimsies.
Looking for lizards, frogs and slow worms in school holidays and finding loads. Never see any now.
House sparrows on every roof gutter in the street.
Climbing up suitable trees in the woods at the bottom of the garden.
Smoking a Mild Milford or benson and hedges no 6 and hating it. Never smoked since.
The (grown) son of the weird family next door strangling his chicken in the back garden then plucking it.(not a euphemism). Boy were they weird. Years later when I was a lot older I realised the father of the family was probably an inspiration for Josef Fritzl. Sheesh.
 
You had to get from one side of the playground to the other without being caught and lifted off the ground, it started with one person on their own trying to catch and lift.
Can't imagine either being allowed today :/
This way was how we did it. Kudos if you were the last left, as it basically guaranteed that on the final run you were going to get 20-30 lads jump on top of you and no doubt a few would put a few swift kicks in there for being so cocky.
It got banned whilst I was at school after a broken limb (think it was an arm).
Yet, inconsistently, football wasn't banned when one kid managed to break both legs - badly - attempting a vicious over-the-top 'tackle'. Served him right. (*)

But you couldn't beat a good game of '3 and in'. (y)


* Similar thing happened a few (quite a few!) years later when I was at work. We had one muppet of a manager with anger management issues. At a post-work kick around, he decided he wanted to hurt me. Luckily (for me), I saw the 'tackle coming and span out the way - he landed badly, fecked his knee up and needed surgery. He was still using crutches months later. :angelic::whistle:
 
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