Following on form a thread I posted about Doggarts store in CLS form my youth, I have decided to open up an 'Old Farts Forum' debate. What things do you miss from your youth that are not here now? I'm 46 so my youth I consider to be from 1974 to late 80's? hers some to start you all off with. 1) Segs in your wedges and rider boots? Lol 2) Clarks Commandos shoes with the Compass in the heel? 3) Baseball boots and havasacks for school? 4) Gary Rowell and Jeff Clarke? Fill your boots?
well as i'm not in england what i do miss was footy on roker beach, and trying to sneak a pint in the cliff or the derby. or climbing into roker park and getting chased of the caretaker...
My big black suede beatlecrushers and grey suit, drainpipe trousers, finger long coat, 2 suede breast pockets white shirt, red tie, white socks and da in hair
Being allowed to stay up and watch "Sportsnight" if there was a special football match on or a recent world title boxing match. I didn't take televised football for granted in those days. The Big Match on Sunday afternoons with Brian Moore. The other thing I remember fondly is lovingly putting dubbin on my leather football. The bloody thing would still turn into a bowling ball when it got really wet!!
Doing bugger all, except pretty much please myself (litterally some days) and long long long summers.... Careers are a nightmare
going to the match and then to my grandparents to stay. On the sunday morning walking to Marsden Grotto to get the trolley bus to the market and go to the ferry to go across to North Shields.
Not really from my youth, but what i really miss from a few years back is chocolate pretzels, i hate normal pretzels, far to dry and salty, but i could eat packets of the chocolate ones.
Specific to SAFC, and not so much youth as childhood - that very first visit to Roker Park at the age of 7 on a warm, sunny, afternoon in August 1961. The noise of the crowd, the first glimpse of the red and white, and me dear old Da holding me sitting on a crush barrier on the Roker End. It's just like yesterday - a memory that I'll take to the grave with me. Still makes the hairs stand on the back of my neck. Never be able to repeat that experience.
Great shout mate. I'm still very,very lucky to have both my mam & dad with me and I dont want to even think about what life would be like without them. My 2 best friends in the world (along with my little princess).
Playing 'kiss,cuddle or torture' with the girls. probably get locked up if I suggested it now. Or i suppose there are 'special' places the adult version of this can be played ?
You are a lucky man cest, I made a big mistake and took my dad a bit for granted, he was just always there, then one day he had gone and I understood what I had.
This is easy for me. The ability to have a good drink on a weekend and not feel like i've been beaten to **** by a pack of angry gazzelle for 2 days afterwards. As i lay motionless after the beating several small creatures shat and pissed in my mouth. Remember 2 hour turnarounds? Back on it by 11am, and up for work fresh as a summers day on Monday? The day they start selling new livers, kidneys and lungs, i'll be first in the ****ing queue.
I really miss playing football. I played on until my mid forties before recurring knee problems made me give up. Like Syd, I miss my dad who I lost about nine years ago. Getting back to strict meaning of the original thread, I miss playing the board games such as chess, backgammon, dominoes and cards that were a big part of our family life: everything seems to revolve around computers these days.
I know what you mean Syd. I lost both my parents in 1998. A long time ago now, but you never stop missing them do you.
Back lane football and cricket. Over the wall 6 and out, over the houses into the next street 100 and out, 1 off a wall, 2 off a door and 4 off a coal hatch. 12 half time and if you kicked the ball over the wall into the backyard of that "miserable old sod" scramble over the wall to get it then run like buggery if he came out to chase you.
Aye I'll be knocking on heavens door one of these days. Getting the train from Jarra and changing at Tyne Dock then on to Seaburn to go to Roker every week, aye the reserves as well in the old North Eastern League. Smoking woodbines with the carriage window open (using one of those leather straps to open and close it.)
Its not a day I am looking forward to, the day I cant just knock on their door and have a natter or ask for advice. Even at 46 I still rely heavily on my old man for the wisest of words in my life.