Good clothes being robbed off the washing line!
No sense of community
I forgot about going to the dump. We would drive up to the dump at night with the car lights off as we got closer. Then we would turn off the car and wait quietly for 5 mins. Then full beams and gasp at the number of rats moving in the rubbish. The dump was literally alive. Amazing but scary too! You'd dare not open the car door.
ah that’s an easy one to sort - get the retailer to issue you with a “shop soiled” receipt for an amount under the limit (I think that might have been £120 or so if memory serves?
No power cuts? Obviously you were not there!
Dad driving up North on business in his Mk1 Ford Escort and queuing at the border to have his car reg reported by a British Soldier into his radio and then waved on.
at least ye had a bin collection.
Back in the 80s or early 90s we brought the rubbish to the dump, and of course never on a special spin but when we were on the way to visit the relatives so as kids you had stinking weeks old rubbish inches behind your head in the boot.
And as the last post mentioned, meeting up with someone was a matter of staying in a place for ages till they turned up, and as a backup you'd have an arrangement to leave a message with your folks or their folks that you could ring with a 20p from a payphone if needs be.
Thats of course for those who had phones, and it wasnt that uncommon for houses to not have a phone.
I loved the nineties, life was simpler then.
Driving back from NI with a "smuggled" 14 inch TV in the car and praying that Mr Customs wouldn't jump out from behind a bush to nab you as you crossed the border.
That CIE locomotive broke down at Manulla junction , the one that is to take you from there to Ballina. A second locomotive will haul all the passengers in a single coach along with the broken down loco. Every minute or so there is a loud bang from the very overloaded Deisel engine of the single loco also hauling the dead one. This trip will go through the night to Foxford, at a pace of 25 mph. At that point, passengers for Ballina train station are put on a clapped out Mercedes minibus. Some days later, intending passengers for the train at Ballina train station are put on the same clapped out minibus. An very angry senior citizen gives out to the driver as if this will magically change things. I believe we were brought to Ballyhaunis to pick up th train to Dublin.
April 1989.
This is brilliant example and basically describes all my family holidays in the 80s
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love this one…and yet the improvement and in some cases eradication of those examples which has massively improved our lives is now lumped in with ‘pc gone mad’ and the ‘green/liberal agenda’ 🤦♂️
And word would get around of a new issue with codes in it and you'd head in and write down the codes instead of buying the magazine. BSTARD was a cheat code for the original GTA. I'll never forget that one!
Having to head to gig, disco or pub on your own as your friend didn't show up at arranged place and hoping you would bump into them there. H
For Reg was long gone by then though. And I don't think the year made as much a difference in the mid/late 80s? That sort of silliness didn't kick off till the Celtic Tiger. Plus For Reg was there in the old system too I'm fairly sure, when the new year was irrelevant
Children with one lens of spectacles taped over to cure "lazy eye".
Both my daughters had these up until 5 years ago - still see a few kids with them.
A "loosey" - One cigarette and a match for 10p on the way to school - the ciggie lasted you all say!!
Fog of smoke in the car as well.
Waiting for hours at night in Dublin to get a taxi home.
I applied for a passport renewal online. It took 10 minutes. A few days later and I have the tracking for the delivery. And I'm in Germany. I'm honestly amazed that I managed to renew a passport when i am abroad and it was so easy. I even took my own photo, with my phone.
Piling 4 or 5 kids into the back of a car. Sure one of them could just stand in the middle. I remember going on one trip with a couple of us sitting in the boot to make room (it was an estate car).
Fog of smoke in the cinema as half of the customers had a cigarette.
I remember game would need to be loaded from a cassette. Might be 15-25 minutes wait for some games and you hope it would work
No central heating and having to leave the warmth of the fire downstairs to go to bed. Single glazed windows with frost in the inside in the mornings.
It a song was on MTV alot it would be a hit .physical media ,not many people go to a show to buy CDs or DVDs ,most games are bought by digital downloads .there would be one PC in a room to access the internet now most people use wifi on laptops or phones people buying
Magazines with game demos on a CD or DVD-ROM to play on PC or console
Waiting years to get a telephone installed. For those fortunate enough to afford a phone.
Absolutely sh*t roads that were little better than goat tracks in places connecting our cities. Back roads filled with potholes, some so big they were impassible.
Widespread drink driving.
Leaded Petrol, Seat Belts existence/compliance. Really, and I mean really bald tyres and 'Ply Tyres'. Optional Handbrakes. Topping up brake fluid and checking dip sticks for oil levels every week. Liam Brady advertising 'Havolin Motor Oil' on TV. Actually, there could be a full thread on motoring differences…
"Tartans".
Limbless ex-servicemen in Remembrance Sunday parades.
Angel Delight.
Smokers with yellow finger-ends.
Lost art.
I witnessed that happening two weeks ago in my estate. It wasn't successful, though.
Lot less white dog poop nowadays
