For no reason that I can come up with, the words 'Carlin Sunday' came into my mind. It's years since I heard that one but it did bring back a recollection of a plate of not very nice, brownish, sort of peas. Thats one old memory that can go back to the recesses of my memory.
Carlins !!!!! They were made/grown specially for your pea-shooter. After your mam steeped them for a day they were actually quite tasty.
Used to put an old penny in to use the public downstairs toilet ! and playing pacman on them arcade machines.
anyone remember the public toilets outside the entrance to Jackie Whites what is now the Bridges, always had a gadgy there to stop the scroats being **** heads it was nipping clean,many a time when caught short on the way to high street Swimming baths.in the early 50s the site was a bomb site from the station to crowtree road
Tid, Mid, Misseray, Carlin, Palm, Paste egg day. That was a favourite saying of my mother when we were kids in the run up to Easter Obviously the last three are self explanatory as the Sundays before Lent, but I've never known the significance of the first three? Edit - thanks to Google I've discovered that the first three are derived from the beginning of the Latin services for those Sundays, the Te Deum, Mi Deus and Miserere mei.
Ugh! Don’t remind me about tripe. My dad loved it but I couldn’t stand it, especially after I found out it was the lining of an animals stomach (cow’s or sheep’s). I was told it was that or nothing so I used to fill up with cups of tea.
I remember "Mock Fish" my favourite meal when I was a nipper in the 50's and 60's. It was meal that originated through necessity when real fish was rationed, anyone else remember having it?
I remember when , you could scroll through the listings to find something to watch on telly without seeing any of the words , hospital, critical, emergency , accident , 999, ambulance, 24hours, surgery, ward etc etc ( well ok , there was Emergency Ward 10) . And that’s before all the programs following the police around.
I don't recall Mock Fish but Mock Crab was a regular on our table. Made from a mixture of hard boiled egg and tomatoes I still enjoy it to this day.
I wonder how many of us made a metal name plate with the stamping machine at the North end of the old train station? If I recall it was a penny a go and you had a limit on the number of letters/numbers you could use. I'm sure it was about 2 feet in diameter and quite a task for little kids. I loved going into the train station on a Saturday morning because occasionally you would see the Lads off to an away game and they always had an enormous kit basket which looked about the size of a coffin! Great place for collecting autographs.
Sounds lovely, my favourite sandwich was egg and tomato, seaside sandwich. Mock fish was just potato and onion grated and bound together with egg and flour and fried like a Rosti. https://www.kidspot.com.au/kitchen/recipes/mock-fish-potato-pancakes-recipe/jwc2kkhj
Oh dear, seaside sandwich .....the mere mention brings back memories of being at the beach in my woolly trunks which always ended up half way down my ass because of the sheer weight of water and sand. Bloody sand in everything we ate and inevitably sand in your ass which would not be rid until Saturday bath day. As you can imagine, going to the beach on a Sunday meant 6 days of scratching your ass.
I remember when Borini scored a load of important goals in the Poyet great escape season but the Mandela effect has everyone thinking Wickham done it all on his own.
Don’t remember mock fish but it sounds revolting. But I was in the army during the 50s so goodness knows what they fed us - apart from a load of bullshit, that is.
