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  • Registered Users Posts: 19,079 ✭✭✭✭Tony EH


    PGE1970 wrote: »
    I was 50 this year.

    My commiserations. :D
    PGE1970 wrote: »
    It makes you think.

    I look at my kids.

    For me they they are a generation that has not grown up with nor know.......

    The Smiths

    Only Fools and Horses

    Abject Unemployment

    Anyone else?


    The Smiths they can put on anytime. Log onto YouTube and hear everything when they want. They only thing they're missing is the wait between album releases. What most kids don't have today is going to the shop, buying the record, getting home, putting the needle on the vinyl and then listening the whole thing in one sitting.

    'Only Fools and Horses' is on tele nearly every day of the week and it's still brilliant.

    Abject unemployment...well, I don't know about that. Nearly everyone I know is unemployed at the moment due to some Covid related shite and others have their jobs hanging in the balance. However, what kids today will never know is the comfort of having a job that you know will be there in 5 or 10 years time. These days most people in the private sector are lucky to be in a job for more than 3 years at a stretch only to be turfed out the door because some wanker decided to "downsize" or "outsource". Lots of people today have a string of jobs as long as your arm by the time they're in their early 30's.


  • Registered Users Posts: 19,079 ✭✭✭✭Tony EH


    1) being told to go outside and play because the pipe is gone

    Remember this one well.

    We got "the pipe" in the 80's and the BBC used to show 'Dungeons and Dragons' on a Monday after school. Except the pipe would bloody well go and all you could see was static.

    My little heart was broken, every feckin Monday. :(


  • Registered Users Posts: 12,465 ✭✭✭✭bodhrandude


    Vita nova wrote: »
    Used to go to the video arcade (that's something that probably belongs in this thread) during Mass but I think my mother was suspicious and I'd get the interrogation. We lived in the country and the only time I could easily go to the arcade was at lunchtime on school days, so the temptation to play a few games on a Sunday was too great.

    Another trick was to attend the mass very briefly and pick up the days bulletin for the service and memorise some of the readings so you wouldn't get caught out.

    If you want to get into it, you got to get out of it. (Hawkwind 1982)



  • Moderators, Recreation & Hobbies Moderators, Science, Health & Environment Moderators, Technology & Internet Moderators Posts: 90,966 Mod ✭✭✭✭Capt'n Midnight


    To the metre of Poe's "The Raven"

    Abort, Retry, Ignore

    Once upon a midnight dreary, fingers cramped and vision bleary,
    System manuals piled high and wasted paper on the floor,
    Longing for the warmth of bed sheets, still I sat there doing spreadsheets.
    Having reached the bottom line I took a floppy from the drawer,
    I then invoked the SAVE command and waited for the disk to store,
    Only this and nothing more.

    Deep into the monitor peering, long I sat there wond'ring, fearing,
    Doubting, while the disk kept churning, turning yet to churn some more.
    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token.
    "Save!" I said, "You cursed machine! Save my data from before!"
    One thing did the phosphors answer, only this and nothing more,
    Just, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

    Was this some occult illusion, some maniacal intrusion?
    These were choices undesired, ones I'd never faced before.
    Carefully I weighed the choices as the disk made impish noises.
    The cursor flashed, insistent, waiting, baiting me to type some more.
    Clearly I must press a key, choosing one and nothing more,
    From "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

    With fingers pale and trembling, slowly toward the keyboard bending,
    Longing for a happy ending, hoping all would be restored,
    Praying for some guarantee, timidly, I pressed a key.
    But on the screen there still persisted words appearing as before.
    Ghastly grim they blinked and taunted, haunted, as my patience wore,
    Saying "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

    I tried to catch the chips off guard, and pressed again, but twice as hard.
    I pleaded with the cursed machine: I begged and cried and then I swore.
    Now in mighty desperation, trying random combinations,
    Still there came the incantation, just as senseless as before.
    Cursor blinking, angrily winking, blinking nonsense as before.
    Reading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

    There I sat, distraught, exhausted, by my own machine accosted.
    Getting up I turned away and paced across the office floor.
    And then I saw a dreadful sight: a lightning bolt cut through the night.
    A gasp of horror overtook me, shook me to my very core.
    The lightning zapped my previous data, lost and gone forevermore.
    Not even, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"

    To this day I do not know, the place to which lost data go.
    What demonic nether world us wrought where lost data will be stored,
    Beyond the reach of mortal souls, beyond the ether, into black holes?
    But sure as there's C, Pascal, Lotus, Ashton-Tate and more,
    You will one day be left to wander, lost on some Plutonian shore,
    Pleading, "Abort, Retry, Ignore?"


  • Registered Users Posts: 10,299 ✭✭✭✭branie2


    Another trick was to attend the mass very briefly and pick up the days bulletin for the service and memorise some of the readings so you wouldn't get caught out.

    What if you were asked what the sermon was about? Then you'd be in trouble.


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  • Registered Users Posts: 10,299 ✭✭✭✭branie2


    A Prayer at Bedtime


  • Registered Users Posts: 6,620 ✭✭✭Feisar


    storker wrote: »
    That was because of the Christmas Eve pub throwouts who would wander up to the church for midnight mass, arrive late, hang around the door talking during the service, leave early and then go home and declare that they "Got Mass".

    :D

    Can we all thank the above post please. “”Got Mass””, classic!

    Jaysus, did ya get Mass?

    First they came for the socialists...



  • Registered Users Posts: 3,782 ✭✭✭NewbridgeIR


    Best use of "got / get mass" was a lad describing a fetish club he end up in on a stag in Cologne one Saturday night.

    After describing the decadence, lighting and leather he was asked

    "So what sort of people were there?"

    "Not the sort who would be too worried about getting mass the following morning"


  • Registered Users Posts: 7,586 ✭✭✭Floppybits


    mikemac2 wrote: »
    Hard hitting public safety ads

    Your harmless family pet dog turns into a bloodthirsty cutthroat at night and kills sheep. Do you know where your dog was last night??

    Grandad falling into the river and drowning

    Young lad getting zapped to oblivion for climbing on ESB equipment.

    Lots more

    Wasn't there one with a kid falling into a barrel full of water, if i remember correctly. There was another crazed dog one were your lovely pet dog would meet up with other dogs during the night and they would turn into a blood thirsty pack before turning back into your lovely pet by sun up.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 84 ✭✭LineConsole


    “Yunfella! Will ye go the shop?” Shouted by random mother from her doorway at random child. Was nothing odd about it, we all helped each other out.


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  • Registered Users Posts: 7,700 ✭✭✭StupidLikeAFox


    branie2 wrote: »
    A Prayer at Bedtime

    A Scare at Bedtime


  • Registered Users Posts: 1,266 ✭✭✭NapoleonInRags


    soot


  • Registered Users Posts: 8,911 ✭✭✭CoBo55


    Cleaning out back boilers... Rotten job.
    They have to be the worst yoke ever made they were so inefficient it was laughable, those bloody stoves aren't a whole lot better. The flying Scotsman would use less coal.


  • Closed Accounts Posts: 297 ✭✭SB71


    sneaking downstairs when your supposed to be in bed to watch hammer house of horror and being petrified on your own :pac::D

    kids would laugh at this now but frightened the shi*e ot of us at that time

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5MKz8-C1Vc8


  • Registered Users Posts: 15,952 ✭✭✭✭whisky_galore


    Cineclub.

    When RTE2 inexplicably showed foreign movies with naughty action unavailable elsewhere on RTE.


  • Registered Users Posts: 7,586 ✭✭✭Floppybits


    A Coal bunker in the back garden. Coal truck going around delivering the coal as well. Scutten on the back of anything that moved, bin trucks, coal trucks and bread vans were common. It was a common site to see 3 of 4 lads hanging on the back of a truck and all hoping off when it came to a stop.


  • Registered Users Posts: 40,316 ✭✭✭✭ohnonotgmail


    Floppybits wrote: »
    A Coal bunker in the back garden. Coal truck going around delivering the coal as well. Scutten on the back of anything that moved, bin trucks, coal trucks and bread vans were common. It was a common site to see 3 of 4 lads hanging on the back of a truck and all hoping off when it came to a stop.

    those coal sacks held 50KG. their backs must have been broke.


  • Registered Users Posts: 7,586 ✭✭✭Floppybits


    those coal sacks held 50KG. their backs must have been broke.

    I'd say they were wrecked after a day of doing that. Lifted in a 40KG bag there are the weekend from the car and I couldn't imagine doing that all day everyday


  • Registered Users Posts: 149 ✭✭MsStote


    Floppybits wrote: »
    I'd say they were wrecked after a day of doing that. Lifted in a 40KG bag there are the weekend from the car and I couldn't imagine doing that all day everyday

    Just reminded me as a teen girl having to lift in two the bags on me back. 80kg and it crippled my back every few days.


  • Registered Users Posts: 2,114 ✭✭✭Ger Roe


    Floppybits wrote: »
    A Coal bunker in the back garden. Coal truck going around delivering the coal as well. Scutten on the back of anything that moved, bin trucks, coal trucks and bread vans were common. It was a common site to see 3 of 4 lads hanging on the back of a truck and all hoping off when it came to a stop.

    Daily bread deliveries. We lived in Sandyford (south Dublin) in the 70's and got our bread delivered daily from a van that traveled all the way from Kelly's bakery in Kilcock, Co Kildare.

    Our milk came in a small electric powered milk float van (Father Ted type) that trundled along from Hughes Dairy in Rathfarnham.

    Don't get me started on the TV licence detector van that prowled slowly down the road with a rotating detection antenna on it's roof.

    It seems there were lots of vans involved to do stuff in the old days.


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  • Moderators, Music Moderators Posts: 12,005 Mod ✭✭✭✭iamstop




  • Registered Users Posts: 28,699 ✭✭✭✭AndrewJRenko


    Cineclub.

    When RTE2 inexplicably showed foreign movies with naughty action unavailable elsewhere on RTE.

    Channel 4 helpfully put the red triangle on the more relevant movies, though you frequently had to sit through a pile of arty French or Italian sh1te at 2am before it got interesting. Many's the time I snoozed off and missed the action.


  • Registered Users Posts: 12,465 ✭✭✭✭bodhrandude


    those coal sacks held 50KG. their backs must have been broke.

    I done this for years in Sligo in the early nineties and Galway too, there's a knack to getting the coal bag up and balanced on your shoulder, often I would be carrying a bail of briquettes in the other hand too. It was rough work but you'd get used to it.

    If you want to get into it, you got to get out of it. (Hawkwind 1982)



  • Registered Users Posts: 1,226 ✭✭✭monseiur


    When visiting my grandfather as kids we used to mess with his radio, looking for foreign channels etc. which really annoyed him.
    He'd yell at us 'Put it back on Athlone' which I later learned was RTE - it seems the actual transmitter was in Athlone !


  • Registered Users Posts: 2,114 ✭✭✭Ger Roe


    monseiur wrote: »
    When visiting my grandfather as kids we used to mess with his radio, looking for foreign channels etc. which really annoyed him.
    He'd yell at us 'Put it back on Athlone' which I later learned was RTE - it seems the actual transmitter was in Athlone !

    It was indeed and it was a beast of an installation.

    http://homepage.eircom.net/~totalbroadcast/athlone2.html


  • Registered Users Posts: 8,911 ✭✭✭CoBo55


    Ger Roe wrote: »
    It was indeed and it was a beast of an installation.

    http://homepage.eircom.net/~totalbroadcast/athlone2.html

    Fantastic pics.


  • Moderators, Category Moderators, Education Moderators Posts: 27,159 CMod ✭✭✭✭spurious


    "Air hostesses" bringing around sweets before take off.


  • Registered Users Posts: 10,299 ✭✭✭✭branie2


    The national anthem on telly at the end of the night


  • Registered Users Posts: 10,299 ✭✭✭✭branie2


    The Angelus with religious imagery, mainly the Virgin Mary


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  • Registered Users Posts: 10,299 ✭✭✭✭branie2


    The Last Picture Show on a Friday night


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