Chucking out times in pubs, gypsies selling pegs, doing the pools, weekly insurance man, wagon wheels as big as wagon wheels. Using a train without having to find the best price.
You're kidding - bloody 'ell !! Nice to hear. Do they still deliver rental washing machines up back ten-foots only to pick 'em up before the ladies have finished their Monday wash ?
I worked on teleprinters as an apprentice with the GPO. Paper ribbons with hundreds of holes punched through them.
Yes, I remember when getting and sending a telex message was like something out of a science fiction film.
And shouting at the dj for talking over the intro, or your sister for talking while you had the mic pointed at the wireless. Finding out you'd taped it while the batteries were running down, so it played to fast when you changed them. Untangling the c120 cassette tape.
I did this every Sunday night but always got a bit of Alan Freeman (or whoever it was ) at the end of every track. "Sing Something Simple" followed closely behind at 7.00.
One of my old man's mates used to run a scheme where he handed out clocks to "force" punters to put a shilling a week in to save for their insurance needs - if they didn't put money in the bloody clocks didn't work. I used to deliver flyers round Hessle for him to advertise the scheme. I say deliver - I used to deliver about 100 out of a box of 1000 down a couple of streets and then dump the rest in the Humber on Hessle foreshore. He never twigged.
Party lines on your house fern. A lock on the fern. Ten bob in the meter and the leccy man coming to empty it.
Frank skinner was talking about the dj talking over the intro on radio yesterday. The rumours were they did it deliberatley to stop people recording it.
