I fucking hated BCR when I was a kid. Sorry for gratuitous language but I cannot emphasise just how much I fucking hated the c.... I liked The Sweet when I was wee lol.
There wasn't much in it, to be fair Ps. The drummer was a cousin of a girl that was in my year class in senior school
I cried my eyes out when I was told I could not have a haircut like Brian Conelly (one on the far right hand side). I was only 6 or 7 and had normal length dark hair. Blockbuster or Teenage Rampage are a lot better than shang a fucking langa bollox
Were they not a Scottish band? Hence the crap they are wearing ? they wouldn't last 10 secs inside the Boelynn on the corner of Green street and Barking Road.. I'm English first and British only when I really have to be...
It's alright for you lot, at least you are young enough to remember when you were kids ........ now what was it we were talking about ? Andy
The Sweet - Bar Room Brawl. Couldn't stand them or the Bay Shitty Rollers. I tolerated Marc Bolan and that naughty paedo Glitter. Seems to me that Noods is only a boy still; judging by Johnny Biscuit; Pete1950 and me. I still remember my old man's cars after he first decided to buy one. In this order; 1: Austin Seven; 2: Morris 8; 3: Vauxhall 14; 4: Morris 8; 5: For Taunus; 6: Vauxhall Victor: 7: Morris Traveller; 8: Hillman Minx; 9) Triumph 2000.........and the list goes on. Number 3 was the first car I ever drove - sitting on the old mans lap and we went up the drive and crashed into the coal bunker. Numbers 7 and 8 were the ones I learned to drive in. Number 9 was the first car I drove as soon as I got home from passing my driving test - picked my mate up and then went straight up the earliest part of the new A12 Colchester Bypass at over 100mph.
Home made gunpowder and rocket fuel.Blowing up sections of my parents lawn using Calcium Carbide bombs.Bows and arrows using flaming arrows.Tormenting my sister with my cap gun,what a sweet little boy?Watching steam engines and getting the chance to go in a signal box.Using fireworks for uses they were not intended for.As an experiment making Lithium by Electrolysis.Setting up a distillation plant for making alcohol in my parents dining room when they were out.It exploded and ruined one recently decorated wall.Various other escapades that make me realise how lucky I was to survive,let alone those around me.
Dipping halfpennies in acid in the school lab then dipping them in mercury, then the head complaining in assembly about the swamping of the village in forged shilling pieces. Oh, and Mam manufactured knitted swimming trunks which were great until you introduced them to water
