Fishing, was and still is one of my favourite hobbies from when I was a shorter nipper, carp in the summer and pike in the winter. I read this the other day, http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/4227408/Proud-angler-shows-off-monster-catch.html , amazing catch.
Dan - I have no idea how you moved these but thanks and well done - I kept wondering if I should create a new thread but as so many posts were already there I thought it would "dry up" Moving them was a great idea.
I am still getting the hang of it lol. But i thought you were right, it seems to have taken off and i thought it would be nice to have a special place for you guys.
Ah - now if you are going to bring sweets into it we enter a whole new dimension. Blackjacks - I remember bying them at 4 for an OLD penny that is a farthing each - and I remember farthings too. In fact I remember that when they ceased to be legal tender ?? 1960 ?? my older brother and I went into a bank to change them - first time I think I had ever been into a bank But you cannot mention old sweets unless you mention SPANGLES
Nesquik? We used to do that with Nesquick, banana, strawberry or chocolate flavour...you can still get it, but it's not the same anymore lol Spangles!!! i used to love those, but blackjacks were my favourites...you can still get those too. 6 flying saucers for 1d (i remember old money too!) and...the old A & B telephone boxes..we had one at the end of our street
When I were a nipper there was still sweet rationing which didn't finish until 1953. Gob-stoppers, liquorice sticks and aniseed balls were amongst my favourites. Up until she died my mother-in-law always used to put one of her collection of silver threepenny bits in the Christmas pudding.
does anyone remember those posh ice creams that were hearts on a stick, and had jam inside? they were like choc ices, but heart shaped...and they were sooo expensive. i remember once my grandpa bought me one, and i wanted it to last forever coz i couldn't have afforded it on my pocket money! lol.
I remember blackjacks and is it my imagination were mars bars bigger then ? remember spangles too and the bags of sherbert with a lolly in them .
Playing 'Kick-the-Can' on summer evenings. Holidays at Butlins. Water-swings over the river Gade. Bombing into the locks of the Grand Union - often when there was a barge therein. I'm surprised I didn't catch a horrific water-borne disease.
Then there were lucky dip bags where you got some sweets and a little plastic toy but you didn't know what you were going to get until after you bought them. American Civil War cards, with bubblegum and Confederate dollars. Football players and teams on Typhoo Tea packets
Mmmm - Blackjacks and Fruit Salad sweeties. You can still get them - I usually buy an industrial-sized bag when I am back over.
You were obviously richer than us H. We had to roll our own with icing sugar and a blob of red colour at the end.
Mme has a cough at the moment which is set off by laughing. Please keep this in mind for any further comments NZ.
Aaaah, I love reminiscing about childhood! Admittedly, it is a little easier for me to reminisce compared to other forum users, seeing as my childhood only officially ended 7 years ago (I say "officially" as I try and maintain a childhood mind - maturity is so over-rated). I used to regularly play football in the street with the other kids, which is rare for my "era". That was the benefit of living in a cul-de-sac. I remember getting rides in the milk float as a youngster, which was always good fun (I have never worked out why my mum was so interested in encouraging me to forge a relationship with the milkman). My childhood was largely spent cycling around Whippendell Woods, setting off bangers and fireworks and making fires. I always remember the level of detail and logistics involved with getting hold of dangerous explosives. We would sort of create an itinerary of the coming school year, indicating every permutation possible, where someone would be eligible to partake in a school trip that involved going through some quant French village, where every gift shop sold an extensive selection of volatile explosives, designed for French children. Then came the problem of getting them home. Everyone was petrified at the thought of being caught, and inevitably being hauled in front of the UK courts for handling 0.5g of weak "explosives", as this happened ALL THE TIME, according to Peter Hodgkins, whose friend from Ricky School was 1 year in to a 50 year sentence for smuggling whiz-bangs through Dover. I remember once getting hold of some bangers that were literally sticks of dynamite. They were good fun.
