The same for me but I hated it. Lived in Ford Estate but had to go over to Hilton castle, and then I had to eat Battenberg cake and listen to Sing something simple with the Mike Sammes singers, absolutely s hite even for a 6 year old.
Off Topic I Remember When
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Teachers being able to give you a clip round the ear without social services getting involved
A clip round your ear, in our school you got the living daylights beaten out of you for doing f uck all. Evil bastards our teachers all ex army.
Nicking lead off the roofs to make fishing weights. Would melt it down in one of my mother's good saucepans then pour it into a spoon for shape.
In them days you’d fish with anything, I used to fish of Roker pier with a fly rod and 4 oz weight, the end of the rod would snap off so I would just shove the line through the next hole down
I guess there's a middle ground that corrects behaviour without causing physical (and mental) harm
My Dad worked at Ransome Hoffman and Pollard in Greencroft. Would bring bagful of steely's.....ball-bearings. I'd smash them all-out of sight!!
No mate, there’s no ground, none of us give a toss no matter how many times we got battered and it’s never bothered me once since the day I left school
Dreading the bat at junior school if stepped out of line. Not sure if anyone had it out was only a rumour.,.it was the 70s so probably real 
Now that I think about it, the first drone I saw was a blackboard rubber hurled by Hot Dog right at my napper.
You felt as though you were drinking and pretending to be drunk
And then when I finally started drinking cider as a teenager (Friday night ice rink at the lesh) I was so ill it took me 10 years to even stand the smell of it again
My dad used to work for Barrs pop (lorry driver) and we always had an assortment of fizzy stuff . . . . I loved cream soda, but he never paid for any (why would he ?) 
He was dodgy as ****, but he always got away with whatever he did.
He was a boxer, winning medals when he was in the army, and he would nearly always hit someone first, then perhaps talk to them. I remember being in the car with him once when somebody 'cut him up' and he chased him for ages before traffic lights ended it
He was a right twat, and we were terrified of him, but he never ever touched us
Me mam did, though . . . . she was lovely, but her slippers were bastards
He was dodgy as ****, but he always got away with whatever he did.
He was a boxer, winning medals when he was in the army, and he would nearly always hit someone first, then perhaps talk to them. I remember being in the car with him once when somebody 'cut him up' and he chased him for ages before traffic lights ended it
He was a right twat, and we were terrified of him, but he never ever touched us
Me mam did, though . . . . she was lovely, but her slippers were bastards
My dad used to work for Barrs pop (lorry driver) and we always had an assortment of fizzy stuff . . . . I loved cream soda, but he never paid for any (why would he ?)
He was dodgy as ****, but he always got away with whatever he did.
He was a boxer, winning medals when he was in the army, and he would nearly always hit someone first, then perhaps talk to them. I remember being in the car with him once when somebody 'cut him up' and he chased him for ages before traffic lights ended it
He was a right twat, and we were terrified of him, but he never ever touched us
Me mam did, though . . . . she was lovely, but her slippers were bastards
Tough days mate!
Christ... If you need to talk there's services out thereMy dad used to work for Barrs pop (lorry driver) and we always had an assortment of fizzy stuff . . . . I loved cream soda, but he never paid for any (why would he ?)
He was dodgy as ****, but he always got away with whatever he did.
He was a boxer, winning medals when he was in the army, and he would nearly always hit someone first, then perhaps talk to them. I remember being in the car with him once when somebody 'cut him up' and he chased him for ages before traffic lights ended it
He was a right twat, and we were terrified of him, but he never ever touched us
Me mam did, though . . . . she was lovely, but her slippers were bastards
Was scared of my Dad. He was the discipline, Mum was the sympathiser but was actually the power behind the throneHe was a right twat, and we were terrified of him, but he never ever touched us
Me mam did, though . . . . she was lovely, but her slippers were bastards
I can't bring myself to rule by fear with my own kids. Firm discipline, but never fear or violence. Just can't do it. Don't want to do it.
20 aside, 67 - 0 .... then a voice "next goal wins".
