We had books and books of the ****ers cos me mum made the old man fill his wagon up at petrol stations that did them . I still remember being forced to spend an afternoon sticking hundreds if not thousands of the ****ers in books .
The real funny part was that the post office where it was posted stamped it and sent it to be delivered
Bullseye where we all laughed when the winner won a speedboat or caravan, they are the ones laughing now
Once again we are having more fun on here than the poor individuals who paid to watch a football match
My Auntie was an agent for Kays and would keep bringing the catalogues over - me and my cousin would pretend to be looking for clothes whilst scanning the ladies lingerie pages because in those days you could see the muffs through the gusset ... ah... the age of innocence