Woolworths Gamages Rumbelows J. Lyons Teashops C & A Green Shield Stamps Esso Blue Paraffin Omo Washing Powder Zambuck Ointment Izal Toilet Paper (one step removed from sandpaper) Timex Watches Andrews Liver Salts PLJ Lemon Squash...
That reminds me of when I started working in the Civil Service in the late 70's the toilet paper was shiney on one side and like sand paper on the other and had "Government Property" stamped on each sheet...... Add to the list.... Home & Colonial Shops David Greggs Liptons Supermarkets Parking Meters 1 Day Passports
The choke! The number of times my Dad yelled 'put the ****ing choke in' at me when I was a novice driver.
I'm so glad they're gone, they were a nightmare when you were trying to ride the clutch at a red light in winter with the engine racing. I was told that I needed to adjust the tappets. So as a 17 year old I went out and bought a feeler gauge and tried to adjust the timing without any knowledge of how to do so. It was chaos ... and then my dynamo went and I was told that they were easy to replace ... and it quickly became sheer ****ing hell. As a new driver aged 17 with very limited funds, it was no fun when your battery ran flat with a Ford Escort mkll full of mates stuck in Hounslow ten o'clock at night. Luckily my mates dad came out and gave us a jump start and we got ourselves back to Fulham. Which was all well and good but I was advised to drive back with no lights on as I would conk out again. Good times!
Yes, I remember those and the grimy guys with sacks slung over their backs. I was brought up in a house with no central heating, a fireplace in most rooms, some of which had been converted to gas fires. Our hot water heater was fired by a coal (coke) stove and was located in the breakfast room next to the kitchen, so a cosy location on cold winter days.
A childhood memory for me. There was a chute by the front path, next to the door down to the cellar. I remember loving the smell of coal when the door to the cellar was open. I drove past my childhood house the other day and stopped and looked in. All sorts of Christmas memories came flooding back. Felt quite emotional.
I might be wrong but think that's something to do with the amount of bone-meal in dog food. I was gonna post the same
Things you don't see anymore, well pretty much everything if your this poor bloke... please log in to view this image
That brings back some memories from my childhood days. My job on Sunday morning in the winter was lighting the fire on my Dad's day off. He was the Bar Manager at the Waldorf Hotel, which in those days with Licensed Hours meant he worked 11.00 - 3.00 and 6.00 - 10.30 Mon - Sat. He would bring home newspapers customers left in the bar such as the Times, Telegraph and even the New York Herald Tribune. I used to read through such papers the next morning, they really must have helped me with grammar and how to set out written pieces as I was always top of the class in English. Anyway, I would take several sheets of newspaper, screw them up and lay them across the grille in the hearth, then add some chopped up firewood from the garden shed and then down the cellar to fill the coal scuttle and put a few pieces of coal on the top and light it. A few shakes of the grille later there would be a lovely roaring fire with all that heat and you didn't want to move away. I remember the big freeze in the winter of 62-63, the windows in our living room had ice on the inside in the mornings and writing my name with my fingers on the glass. I remember the milk on the doorstep had frozen and the cream at the top expanded and broke through the silver top like a piece of marrow-bone, that went on for a couple of months but life went on. God knows what we'd do if it happened now...
Pea-soupers, those thick smogs that would come down for days on end. I remember one in the early 60s that lasted two weeks, you couldn't see the houses across the road. Our school was closed for the last couple of days as they ran out of coal for the boilers. I think it was that year that pushed them into introducing the Clean Air Act. If you see pictures of London landmarks from that era many of them like Nelson's Column and Tower Bridge were almost black from the soot in the air and many were then cleaned up to reveal a totally different look. It was around the mid 60s that we stopped using the open fireplace and my Dad bought a coke-fired stove which just wasn't the same cosy feel of an open fire...
