1. Hardly any cars on the street and being able to play numerous kid's games 2. Standing on the previously mentioned footbridge on Anlaby Road as a steam train went underneath 3. Picnics in the country with my mum and dad to see crocuses, daffodils (Farndale), primroses, bluebells and horse chestnut candles. Unfortunately, my dad died a few days after my eighth birthday. 4. Following a pretty lass in a mini skirt and stockings up the stairs to the top deck of a bus 5. A pint for 1/10d and fish & chips for about a shilling 6. The smell in Kardomah 7. The tree in Paragon Station and the display in Hammond's windows at Christmas 8. Seeing Jr. Walker & The All Stars at the Mecca in Wakefield 9. Weekends in Scarborough sleeping rough on the Lifeboat Station roof 10. Hooking up with a lass from Northampton in West Park and ending up in a back alley for my first sexual experience. Such a romantic location but at least it wasn't raining!
Indeed, though he messaged me on Tuesday to say he'd had dozens of requests from people who wanted to know where the top was from.
Proper home-made gravy? Assuming I haven't ****ed up again and me mam used this solid brown **** for soup really.
Kempton Legend - 'Daily Mail' brylcreemed paper seller. Said with a gob full of curdling flem and false choppers making a vain attempt at stopping it dribble down his chin. (you had to be there)
Naah, this stuff was like brown concrete. You had to chip away at the big lumps with a spoon. A good day was when you opened the little bag inside and there was some pre-chiselled lumps already. Add in some hot water and cornflour into the meat tray while resting the meat and proper gravy (70s version, anyway) magically appeared. Too many chocolate fingers is the answer you were looking for.
