Habits You Don’t See Anymore

Hang on, I thought you said you grew up in Tottenham ? That’s a long way from the Old Kent Rd mate.

 

You can just pay them cash mate

 

Actually mate they are on about only paying for milk via direct debit .

 

I remember that feeling, it was like striking gold!
These millennial ****s and their 24/7 unlimited access to free online porn!!

 

My Nan was living in South London, around that time.

 

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Playing “knock down ginger” was a great pastime for us kids.

 

In your case, that was probably ginger puddings

 

It’s become Thailand’s National sport. Very popular in the brothels.

 

We used to play that with a difference.
We'd tie a length of cotton to someones letterbox then sit across the road in a bush or behind a car and pull on the string so it would knock their door.
People would come out and be like "WTF?!", then as soon as they closed the door we'd do it again.
We got chased on more than one occassion....good times.

Or the old newspaper full of dogshit trick, find a dog turd, wrap it up put it on someone doorstep, set it on fire and knock the door and leg it.
They come out to a burning inferno and immediately stamp on it, getting their shoes covered in ****.
For this one you'd need someone in the group brave enough to handle dog **** through a newspaper, my older brother was this man in our group, because he is batshit crazy

 

The knock on the door thing we used to call knocky nine doors.
No idea why.

We used to play along the old railway one which was basically a tip. I remember setting fires and melting lead. Used to have great fun playing with hens feet, pulling the tendons to make the feet open and close.
Me and my best mate on cold mornings on the way to school used to pick up frozen dog turds and throw them at each other just for laughs

 

Casual racism, widespread homophobia, and random acts of unprovoked violence - at football and elsewhere - where all part of British culture back in the day.

But on the bright side, you could stand up at football, beer was 20p a pint, and women knew their place.

The food was mostly **** btw. But the music was ****ing brilliant.

 

And there were no queues at the hospital, you’d get seen straight away, patch your leg up and send you on your way with a sprinkle of HIV.

 

I found them in my dad's hiding places .
Used to get aroused before I even opened the 1st page .

 

Do you still suffer from premature ejaculation?

 

You can't tie cotton to letter boxes and they only open one way in not out.


You can tie fishing line to door knockers .

 

Did you get caught “unloading” on the sofa, yeah?

 

pft, you just pull the pipe from the tap.

 

No I was always lucky really !
Always made sure it was when they where at work.
My grandad once caught me watching s porn video