You have the winner there mate. What a theme tune, perfect for the show.the outright favorite was the Benny Hill tune. find a canny looking lass and follow her around Woolworths with a line of mates behind you making that tune
You have the winner there mate. What a theme tune, perfect for the show.the outright favorite was the Benny Hill tune. find a canny looking lass and follow her around Woolworths with a line of mates behind you making that tune
Ty Harding… was on on Sundays if I recall right. Loved it.there was al
there was also Ty Harding in Bronco Lane loved rawhide with Clint
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Empire day! Stand up and be proud! When I was in the infants on Empire Day the headmaster had us kids march around the school yard and when we got to where he and the teachers were standing, holding a Union Jack, we had to salute the flag. The memory makes me cringe a bit now, but in those days everyone took it seriously.One of my most vivid memories of early infant school was receiving fruit on Empire Day. Usually an apple or orange but sometimes both, they were gifts from other countries of the British Empire ( now the Commonwealth). You've no idea how that fruit was protected all the way home on the tram to show my parents where it was delicately shared amongst the family. That was in 1949 at Thomas Street School in Monkwearmouth and it was the very first time I'd seen an orange.
Cheyenne was another with Clint Walker, quietly spoken shoulders like Frank Bruno, thought it was great.Another favourite of mine was Tenderfoot. Loved it when everyone mocked him - until they saw him draw! Good escapist payback.
Hang on, mate! How come you got fruit and we got nowt? You owe me an orange!One of my most vivid memories of early infant school was receiving fruit on Empire Day. Usually an apple or orange but sometimes both, they were gifts from other countries of the British Empire ( now the Commonwealth). You've no idea how that fruit was protected all the way home on the tram to show my parents where it was delicately shared amongst the family. That was in 1949 at Thomas Street School in Monkwearmouth and it was the very first time I'd seen an orange.
Memories mate. Once, when in senior school the teacher handed me a bundle of new pencils - they were blunt at both ends. The only sharpener - the same type you describe - was in an unused classroom. I stood for ages trying to get a point on those bloody pencils. Everytime I got them near to a point they broke. When I got back to the classroom the teacher started to blast me for taking such a long time, but he became speechless when I handed him a bundle of pencil Stubbs!I remember in school you had to go the teachers desk if you needed the pencil sharpened. There was a thing clamped to the edge of the desk and you cranked a handle and out came something sharper than a bloody sword. Lethal, but you still sat down and stabbed your mate in the leg with it.
Ivanho! One of my favourites. Roger Moore. I think it was his first major role.That reminds me Stingray, Lone Ranger,Robin Hood ,William Tell,Ivanhoe,all catchy tunes
Sorry, with that orange my mother made jam, a cake, some fancy dessert and the remains were eaten for our tea. But you can have the apple, I've still got it.Hang on, mate! How come you got fruit and we got nowt? You owe me an orange!
Memories mate. Once, when in senior school the teacher handed me a bundle of new pencils - they were blunt at both ends. The only sharpener - the same type you describe - was in an unused classroom. I stood for ages trying to get a point on those bloody pencils. Everytime I got them near to a point they broke. When I got back to the classroom the teacher started to blast me for taking such a long time, but he became speechless when I handed him a bundle of pencil Stubbs!
It’ll be all wizened and crinkly now (same as me), but at the time I’d have been “on ya gowck”. Not sure about the spelling.Sorry, with that orange my mother made jam, a cake, some fancy dessert and the remains were eaten for our tea. But you can have the apple, I've still got it.
My dad always ate the gowk in front of us kids. He never let us leave fruit, ever.It’ll be all wizened and crinkly now (same as me), but at the time I’d have been “on ya gowck”. Not sure about the spelling.
Our Grandma used to tell us if you swallowed the Apple pips an Apple tree would grow in your stomachMy dad always ate the gowk in front of us kids. He never let us leave fruit, ever.

It’ll be all wizened and crinkly now (same as me), but at the time I’d have been “on ya gowck”. Not sure about the spelling.
I've not heard that since I was a nipper Sandy, we used to say "baggsy your gowk"