Blast from the past - remind us of a thing

[eldar]

dandarez said:

I can recall a dubious mate using a cotton bud dabbed with a little brake fluid...
'soaking' a tax disc would have defeated the object I think!

Labels soaked off some beer bottles were a good substitute for a tax disc, apparently.

[CammyN]

][/I had that projector, a clunk like a 45mm breach loader when you pressed the slide button

I still miss my Kodachrome.

Edited by CammyN on Saturday 29th June 14:00

[Starfighter]

DodgyGeezer said:

Starfighter said:

Same in my ‘78 Fiesta. My Spitfire has a pull on the dash.

you sure about that - dad had a Fiesta 1100S (the S was, as we all know, massively important!) which I learned to drive in. Certainly don't remember a foot operated windscreen washer

actually a [Yorkshireman]
1100S, luxury.
Mine was just a straight 1100, no of these fancy electric washers.
[/Yorkshireman]

[CammyN]

Things that you attached to your windscreen wipers,



I think the idea was that the blade stuck to the screen a little better, usually in off-white

[Super Sonic]

Doofus said:

Have you ever dragged on a cigar or a cigarette?

Suck = glow.

Are you telling me old headlights had cigars or cigarettes in?

[tim0409]

I’m sure this has been mentioned before but when I was in school during the 80s the toilet paper closely resembled tracing paper, which meant it was singularly unsuited to the task at hand. My mum used to pack a small roll of “proper” toilet paper for me on the very rare occasion I would need to use it. The picture below is of a roll, but I remember a box with individual sheets. Horrible, just horrible.

[dickymint]

tim0409 said:

I’m sure this has been mentioned before but when I was in school during the 80s the toilet paper closely resembled tracing paper, which meant it was singularly unsuited to the task at hand. My mum used to pack a small roll of “proper” toilet paper for me on the very rare occasion I would need to use it. The picture below is of a roll, but I remember a box with individual sheets. Horrible, just horrible.

Izal

Edited by dickymint on Saturday 29th June 15:51

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tim0409 said:

I’m sure this has been mentioned before but when I was in school during the 80s the toilet paper closely resembled tracing paper, which meant it was singularly unsuited to the task at hand. My mum used to pack a small roll of “proper” toilet paper for me on the very rare occasion I would need to use it. The picture below is of a roll, but I remember a box with individual sheets. Horrible, just horrible.

Izal.
Horrible stuff. At my primary school the staff got newspapers delivered in the morning and left on a shelf inside the front door. So I helped myself.
It was better than the Izal anyway.

[and31]

Anyone remember going anywhere in the late 70’s early eighties with their parents,in the car on a Sunday,then worrying that you might run out of petrol because garages didn’t open on a Sunday?
Also the strange paraffin vending machine ? You obviously chucked a few coins in and it dispensed a small amount of paraffin-quite what it was needed for is a mystery-cleaning paint brushes or some arson perhaps??

[brownspeed]

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, ........esso blue

[hidetheelephants]

Izal toilet paper, the john wayne of bumwipes; it takes no st from anyone.

[DickyC]

and31 said:

Anyone remember going anywhere in the late 70’s early eighties with their parents,in the car on a Sunday,then worrying that you might run out of petrol because garages didn’t open on a Sunday?
Also the strange paraffin vending machine ? You obviously chucked a few coins in and it dispensed a small amount of paraffin-quite what it was needed for is a mystery-cleaning paint brushes or some arson perhaps??

Paraffin heaters. Just right for those chilly corners of the home.

[zb]

I remember as a kid being absolutely consumed with envy that I couldn't write as neatly and crisply as this. Instead preferring the "drunk spider fell in an ink pot then breakdanced across the page" method.

Edited by zb on Saturday 29th June 16:58

[zb]

Which also reminded me of this.

[Stan the Bat]

brownspeed said:

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom, ........esso blue

Esso blee dooler (sp)

[Sticks.]

zb said:

I remember as a kid being absolutely consumed with envy that I couldn't write as neatly and crisply as this. Instead preferring the "drunk spider fell in an ink pot then breakdanced across the page" method.

Edited by zb on Saturday 29th June 16:58

Ear worm warning

We had to use fountain pens until the 6th form.

We had a paraffin heater just like that in the kitchen - no c/h - and dad would put a kettle on top. The smell reminds me of indy garages which always seemed to be heated by one.

The smell of someone nearby having a coal fire is rare now but there's one near me.

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and31 said:

Anyone remember going anywhere in the late 70’s early eighties with their parents,in the car on a Sunday,then worrying that you might run out of petrol because garages didn’t open on a Sunday?
Also the strange paraffin vending machine ? You obviously chucked a few coins in and it dispensed a small amount of paraffin-quite what it was needed for is a mystery-cleaning paint brushes or some arson perhaps??

There was one of those paraffin dispensers about 10 minutes walk from us in the early 60s, outside an ironmongery shop. It was always my job to walk up with the half gallon screwtop can and fill up. I was about 6 or 7.
If my memory is right (doubtful) it was a shilling a quart so two bob to fill the can.
The ground around the machine was sodden with paraffin and I got a row from Mum every time for tracking the stuff in the back door.
Even in my own house in 78/79 we had a paraffin stove with the kettle on top and yes, it got retired to the workshop eventually.
God knows how we didn't asphyxiate the kids or burn the house down.

[Catweazle]

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and31 said:

Anyone remember going anywhere in the late 70’s early eighties with their parents,in the car on a Sunday,then worrying that you might run out of petrol because garages didn’t open on a Sunday?
Also the strange paraffin vending machine ? You obviously chucked a few coins in and it dispensed a small amount of paraffin-quite what it was needed for is a mystery-cleaning paint brushes or some arson perhaps??

There was one of those paraffin dispensers about 10 minutes walk from us in the early 60s, outside an ironmongery shop. It was always my job to walk up with the half gallon screwtop can and fill up. I was about 6 or 7.
If my memory is right (doubtful) it was a shilling a quart so two bob to fill the can.
The ground around the machine was sodden with paraffin and I got a row from Mum every time for tracking the stuff in the back door.
Even in my own house in 78/79 we had a paraffin stove with the kettle on top and yes, it got retired to the workshop eventually.
God knows how we didn't asphyxiate the kids or burn the house down.

Most likely because we didn't have hermetically sealed houses.

[motco]

Catweazle said:

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and31 said:

Anyone remember going anywhere in the late 70’s early eighties with their parents,in the car on a Sunday,then worrying that you might run out of petrol because garages didn’t open on a Sunday?
Also the strange paraffin vending machine ? You obviously chucked a few coins in and it dispensed a small amount of paraffin-quite what it was needed for is a mystery-cleaning paint brushes or some arson perhaps??

There was one of those paraffin dispensers about 10 minutes walk from us in the early 60s, outside an ironmongery shop. It was always my job to walk up with the half gallon screwtop can and fill up. I was about 6 or 7.
If my memory is right (doubtful) it was a shilling a quart so two bob to fill the can.
The ground around the machine was sodden with paraffin and I got a row from Mum every time for tracking the stuff in the back door.
Even in my own house in 78/79 we had a paraffin stove with the kettle on top and yes, it got retired to the workshop eventually.
God knows how we didn't asphyxiate the kids or burn the house down.

Most likely because we didn't have hermetically sealed houses.

In my last year(s) at school I and a chum were paid 25/- a week of evenings and a Saturday for delivering paraffin on bikes like this one - no basket, just a rack that would hold ten one gallon cans or two five gallon cans ans a single gallon wedged between. The cargo weighed more than I did! Luckily you could drop the stand before taking your weight off the saddle.

[texaxile]

Posted a new topic, but thought it would be best served here so i binned it.

The "Pub bore" - seldom seen nowadays.

I miss the pontificating UKIP character we had, how he told me my Impreza was impractical as we only need cars that can go 70 mph, and how his neighbour had a loud, red motorbike once. How stuff in the old days was built to last, and how the local bobby would give you a clip around the ear for a misdemeanour or threaten to tell your Dad, which was worse.

sorry, Am I boring you?