I Remember When I Was A Lad ( Or Lady.. Ducbird)

Or the alternative finnie, by which one had a Diana 177 air pistol and you'd tap the window with a pellet. Repeatedly.

I used to love garden jumping, that was a hoot.

 

Waiting for tuck time so I can buy a single marshmallow and a bag of salt and vinegar puffs





then waiting till lunch, none of that boiled cabbage nonsense but macaroni cheese followed by rhubarb crumble and custard so thick your spoon will stand up

Then after school at tea time my mums cooking

 

I remember that I broke my leg running from my brother and his friends, I remember the sweet smell of the grass....

Oh hang on, I think I've been brainwashed by listening to Heart FM.

Nasher.

 

i had a pop out, a tad unreliable point it at a tree, all you got was a little fut and the pellet would fall out the end, point it at yer mates ass?, different story, every time. *falling doony thing again*

 

I wont forget the bruise on the ass at point blank of air pistols.

To think you could buy these and shotguns in Littlewoods catalogues back in the day.

 

Littlewoods catalogue, particularly the ladies underwear section, was my first porn mag. I bet I wasn't the only one either. No internet porn in them days

 

This thing used to give you wicked blisters

 

... and the only tools we had were flint axes ...

 

You forgot the showers which could offer a glimpse of breast.

 

how would my kids answer, hmm, you think you had it hard? all we had was.
drum kits,
key boards.
inside toilet
no ice on the inside.
heating,
holidays,
quads,
crf.
computer games,
I phones.
eee it where ard back then.
spoiled little basteges

 

..or...

 

Lucozade in an orange film. And you only got it when you were ill.

 

Dog shit everywhere

 

I barely watched telly as a kid. I was always out. Playing footie, investigating derelict buildings, hunting for pop bottles and general nefarious japes.