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Helping me mother pick the carpet up and hanging it on the line and bashing **** out of it to get rid of the dust. **** Dysons and fitted carpets, we just had a big square carpet with lino underneath, none of this axminster shag pile stuff like nowadays.
 
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The pit coal wagon dumping a big pile of coal outside our front gate and i had to shovel it round to the coal bunker in the back garden to earn my pocket money.

Rag and Bone men coming round the streets with a horse and cart, we used to get pegs or a goldfish if you gave him your junk.
 
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Helping me mother pick the carpet up and hanging it on the line and bashing **** out of it to get rid of the dust. **** Dysons and fitted carpets, we just had a big square carpet with lino underneath, none of this axminster shag pile stuff like nowadays.
Loads of old newspapers under the lino?
 
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The pit coal wagon dumping a big pile of coal outside our front gate and i had to shovel it round to the coal bunker in the back garden to earn my pocket money.

Rag and Bone men coming round the streets with a horse and cart, we used to get pegs or a goldfish if you gave him your junk.

We had a git big coal bunker in our back anarl.
 
The pit coal wagon dumping a big pile of coal outside our front gate and i had to shovel it round to the coal bunker in the back garden to earn my pocket money.

Rag and Bone men coming round the streets with a horse and cart, we used to get pegs or a goldfish if you gave him your junk.
I used to go stay with my grandparents in Thornley, after the coal delivery out of work men or retired fit miners used to come round offering to put the coal in, they used to get paid half a dollar (2/6p). Hard work.
 
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I used to go stay with my grandparents in Thornley, after the coal delivery out of work men or retired fit miners used to come round offering to put the coal in, they used to get paid half a dollar (2/6p). Hard work.

Aw ****. Dinosaur money. Here's where i get confused.
 
Aw ****. Dinosaur money. Here's where i get confused.

You got confused long before this point mate.

Did anybody used to get 10p mixtures from the ice cream van? You'd be buzzin until you got home and found a flying saucer in there, they were 2p, then a ****ing minging white mouse, next thing you know you only had 7 sweets and you were praying the ice cream van driver died a horrible death.
 
You got confused long before this point mate.

Did anybody used to get 10p mixtures from the ice cream van? You'd be buzzin until you got home and found a flying saucer in there, they were 2p, then a ****ing minging white mouse, next thing you know you only had 7 sweets and you were praying the ice cream van driver died a horrible death.

White mice. They were honkin.
 
I used to go stay with my grandparents in Thornley, after the coal delivery out of work men or retired fit miners used to come round offering to put the coal in, they used to get paid half a dollar (2/6p). Hard work.

Aye i remember, they did it round our way as well. My father used to make me do it though, it was cheaper for him :)

If i remember rightly, it depended on your status in the pits and how many was in the family that dictated how much coal you got. Some just got bags, others used to get it dumped by the wagon. Hard graft though either way.
 
You got confused long before this point mate.

Did anybody used to get 10p mixtures from the ice cream van? You'd be buzzin until you got home and found a flying saucer in there, they were 2p, then a ****ing minging white mouse, next thing you know you only had 7 sweets and you were praying the ice cream van driver died a horrible death.

We used to have a plank of wood with nails in, stuck it under his wheels and follow him round to the next street till he noticed his flat tyres. He then had to walk 4 streets away to the nearest phone box to call for help. Then we raided his van :) :) :) horrible little twats that we were :)
 
We used to have a plank of wood with nails in, stuck it under his wheels and follow him round to the next street till he noticed his flat tyres. He then had to walk 4 streets away to the nearest phone box to call for help. Then we raided his van :) :) :) horrible little twats that we were :)

Sounds like a good plan to me.