Off Topic And Now for Something Completely Different

On the subject of shoes, did anyone used to buy seggs from the cobblers to mek your boots spark when on your bike.

Edit.

I've just looked up the correct spelling for segs.

Seggs is something toooooooooooootally different.

 

Som

Someone from Grimsby once told me theirs were called Eleven foots.....
I guess I had my stupid gullible head on that day....

 

My mum used to say “stop riving about” to me and my brother when we were getting a bit boisterous

 

That’s my go to web page when I try to educate some of these colonials....

 

Shoes? Sannies (sandshoes) for us.

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Used to wear a pair almost identical to these to school in the 70's

 

Bluddy ell, I had a pair exactly like those, same colour the lot, black hipsters were the fashion along with kipper ties and a burgundy coloured shirt, and a blue suede jacket (and no not blue suede shoes)

 

Fashion Icons me and you Ref.

 

Cool guys we are Black and Amber, I was 20 or so at the time, sigh

 

I was about 13 and still at Bricknell Juniors. My pair was made of plastic like those George Best wipeclean football boots. When they got wet one of them squeaked like a baby duckling farting.

 

Don't know if anyone has mentioned chow, as in "me mam'll chow at us."

True story I remember like yesterday, from about 50 years ago now, in a lesson at Junior Sch the teacher was asking for different words meaning to disapprove and I stuck my hand up enthusiastically. Eventually she asked me and I said chow. No, she said, that's not a proper word. Yes it is was my reply and explained the context, "me mam chows at us if we've don't behave." No, again said the teacher. Yes, it is I replied. After a while of arguing my corner, I was sent to see the Headteacher.

Biggest mistake I made was telling my mam when I got home, by hell she chowed at me! I've never forgotten that!

 

Funny what we remember and what we don’t.


I recall been sent to the Headmistress in Junior School for the less than serious crime of throwing some lentils into Janet Wallace’s face.

We were making collages with dried food and that glue they had in schools then that stunk of fish.

I mean, what else were we supposed to do with lentils? You could put them in a container and claim they were some sort of primitive percussion instrument but you certainly wouldn’t eat them.

They were hard. Small and hard. And inedible.

I didn’t even realise they were food until I was in my twenties.


Anyhow, back to Janet.

I met her in a pub years later (The Tiger in Cott, seeing as you ask), and recalled the lentils in the face gig for which I was so harshly punished.


She put me straight.

Lentils were involved but my crime was a lot worse than a petulant tossing of pulses towards a young girls visage.

We’d apparently argued about ownership of a small tub of said lentils and, my sense of injustice triggered, I’d launched a physical assault upon Janet, savaging her face with my obviously too sharp fingernails, gouging furrows in both cheeks as a result.

Put straight, I apologised, bought her a drink and reflected on my less remembered dark deeds.

 

It was sniffing the glue, Ernie. Has the potential to turn the nicest lads into deranged assailants.

On serious note-paper, I remember that stink glue. It came in a weird shaped bottle, slim at the top with a broad base. It had an orangey/pink slanted rubber cap/applicator with a slitin it. Was it called gum?

 

There's one in Kingston-upon-Thames I hear
Or is it Jamaica ?

 

Wasn’t it this stuff?

 

No not that, not this brand but the top was like this.

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Think this might be the one. The name rings a bell.

 

I saw this photo too. The bottle shape and applicator are similar to the shapes I remember but the brand wasn't LePages. I vaguely remember it being called GUM - probably short for gum arabic but perhaps it had a different name ... it was a long time ago but I'll never forget that smell.

 

Didn't expect this thread to turn into reminiscing about sniffing glue, even if it is something completely different.


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