Off Topic I Remember When

fishing with a handline on the fish quay

 

sculling boat owner to their boats in Roker harbour, a shilling a time

 

...listening to Emperor Rosko on Radio Luxembourg late at night.

 

When I got the best ever birthday present. A radio casette player of my own for my bedroom. Had an earpiece. Used to listen to Tommy Vance through that earpiece. To this day I cant get to sleep without an earpiece and something to listen to.

 

I remember when neighbours or friends of your mam and dad looked out for you when you were out and if you got caught doing something you shouldn't hoping you'd get home before your mam and dad got told!

 

I remember sitting round the table Sunday dinnertime having yorkshire pudding followed by roast chicken followed rhubarb pie and custard, listening to Two Way Family Favourites and the Navy Lark.

 

please continue. this is what it's all about,mate.

 

I've got one in now, listening to Alan Robinsons night owl podcast.

 

The night owls on metro.

 

When you went to the outside loo, had a bath (tin) in front of the fire, put a sheet of newspaper over the fire to help it blaze up. Deliveries were the pop man, fruit and veg, butcher, coalman. The bins were collected by fellas who carried them on their shoulders. Just about everyone got milk delivered and a newspaper or so it seemed to me when doing them. I’ll stop there to allow others to post.

 

I remember turning up in the car at a family members house unannounced and on the off chance they would be in with my Mam and Dad, their car wasn't there and no answer at the door, so you'd sit and wait 10 minutes to see if they came back.

 

when i was young there used to be a town fair next to the sea cadets down the Town Moor the original Sunderland pitch down hendon by the railway line, first time ever on waltzers shuggy boats and a trying to ring a wrist watch oh and the air rifles.

 

love this. This is what I wanted. class

 

I remember being bored ****less every Sunday. No footy on the TV, no shops open, no smartphones, nowt on TV. Just hanging around, kicking a football about waiting for Monday morning

 

I remember when every estate had that one bloke that was always up to the eyes in oil constantly working on a claped out car. Normally a huge oil spil on the road outside his house. Usually called Dave or Kenny.

 

I remember buying LPs, poring over every bit of it, especially if the inner sleeve had all the lyrics, recording it on a cassette, and having the track listings memorised (not deliberately but by repeated listenings) within a few days.
Especially brilliant if it was a gamble - liked the cover/read a review/heard 30 seconds of one track on the john peel show, and then turned out you lived it!

 

there used to be guys turn up with rent a bike for a ride round the block

 

Then school the next day. Streets usually smelled of all the Sunday dinners cooking.

 

going into the sound booth in the record shop to listen to your song before buying

 

You could go out and leave the house unlocked and neighbours would watch out for you. Everyone seemed to be aunty or uncle. The rag and bone man with his horse and cart shouting . (Could never understand what he said). Fish and chips with scraps in newspaper .