Rabidlamb wrote: » We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Give me five bees for a quarter," you'd say. Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...
cold case wrote: » I feel so old! I remember getting a newspaper cone of bon bons for 1d (yes, 1 'old' penny). The old lady in the shop (she was probably 40!) used to roll up squares of paper into a cone shape, and fill them up with sweets! Happy Days!
cloud493 wrote: » Some of you are so old :pac:
frag420 wrote: » I remember when we had to plant our own spuds, grow the feckers, pick em, peel em, slice em, fry em in sunflower oil, add E-numbers and artificial flavours all on our own!! Them were the days!!
Macers wrote: » Tangy Bars for 5p and Postman Pat sweets s)
mikemac1 wrote: » The mammy told me that children died from chewing gum I would either choke on it or it would get stuck in my stomach and I'd be in serious pain Children believe what they are told and can be conditioned for life I haven't bought a pack of chewing gum in over two decades