I remember the feeling during school days, of that Sunday night of a bank holiday Monday.
the smell of the brewery was really strong going to High Street Baths with your mates, then seeing the dray horses with the barrels on when you came outThen school the next day. Streets usually smelled of all the Sunday dinners cooking.
and the choice of VHS or Betamax battleI remember trying to record a film on BBC1 and as you pressed play and record together, the tape came out because that little blocker square had been popped out.
and the choice of VHS or Betamax battle
Sunday night was bath night....I was 3rd in the queue. Didn't matter how manky you got Monday till Saturday, bath was Sunday.
Oven in the kitchen was a coal fired Rayburn....a cross between a fire, a hob and an oven.
3 channels on the tele, but bbc2 was only on certain times of the day. I remember us getting a new tele and it had 4 push in channel select buttons....the 4th one was "futureproofing".
Dad use to put tatties wrapped in foil in the fire.
Having about 10 blankets on the bed in the winter....getting crushed to death was more likely than hyperthermia.
I always thought it was, any bags of lumbago but didn’t have a clue really.You could go out and leave the house unlocked and neighbours would watch out for you. Everyone seemed to be aunty or uncle. The rag and bone man with his horse and cart shouting . (Could never understand what he said). Fish and chips with scraps in newspaper .
I remember when lucozade was what your man forced you to have a small cup of if you had a tummy upset - now the same stuff is gulped by the gallon because it will apparently make you an Olympic athlete
This for me but in the Odeon in the town, when there was a chase scene everyone would be seated but bouncing their legs as if they were running....surrealSaturday matinee at Silksworth cinema cheering the hero's, booing the villans. Helping the Vaux delivery men with drey and horses. Standing outside the comrades club waiting until someone would come out to pass a message to your Dad. The bar windows being frosted so no-one could see people drinking.
Then when you were 18 and had the sanctuary of a male only bar and a scenty end lounge for the ladies.
It's not the same stuff is it? The fizzy stuff original flavour was what you are talking about. I'm sure I've seen in pharmasicts in the hospital so they must still give it to people in there.