Blast from the past - remind us of a thing
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EmailAddress said:
The glossy-eyed joy of being chosen, as you drove into a carpark by an exitee. Given the window-wind signal and handed the slip of precious ticket: That's got an hour and a half left on it mate. Nodding with exalted thanks at the saving of a whole English pound. The camaraderie. Sticking it to the carpark-man.
Over to you...
I still do that.Over to you...
Getting the deposit back on empty fizzy drink bottles.
This one may only be a small village thing but the bakers van coming round w fresh bread and cakes. Also greengrocer van w tins, fresh vegetables etc.
ETA corporal punishment! Getting hit w a plimsoll for not handing in homework.
Plimsolls!
This one may only be a small village thing but the bakers van coming round w fresh bread and cakes. Also greengrocer van w tins, fresh vegetables etc.
ETA corporal punishment! Getting hit w a plimsoll for not handing in homework.
Plimsolls!
Edited by Super Sonic on Monday 19th June 18:42
Having the main spine road ( Monmouth Rd Edmonton in my case) resurfaced with smooth tarmac. Within minute all the Kids form adjacent streets out on their Jacoskates ,doing speeds they only dreamt off and not worrying should a small stone gets caught under a front wheel and sends you home with skinned knees and elbows
You nostalgia, you lose
Gargamel said:
Waiting for page 341 on Ceefax to update the cricket score..
Bamboozle. Last Visit said:
The joy of making a mobile phone call, there being no answer. But then being called back. No longer worrying about spending 42ppm or whatever the circa 1995 rate was, someone elses problem now.
‘Pranking’ is what we used to do, when you had no ‘credit’ and couldn’t send a ‘text’ either. Or go to a phone box and do a reverse charge call.
Pflanzgarten said:
EmailAddress said:
The glossy-eyed joy of being chosen, as you drove into a carpark by an exitee. Given the window-wind signal and handed the slip of precious ticket: That's got an hour and a half left on it mate. Nodding with exalted thanks at the saving of a whole English pound. The camaraderie. Sticking it to the carpark-man.
Over to you...
I still do that.Over to you...
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