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Post by billsamuels on Sept 1, 2015 10:49:08 GMT
Morning Fellas,
Having made it to my 61st birthday a buddy in the States sent me this video...
It's probably nothing new to some of us, but for all of us it's a reminder that life was a bit different not so long ago....
Hope you enjoy it...
Bill
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Post by dave on Sept 1, 2015 11:09:31 GMT
hi,
congratulation's I've just hit 69, but it's all true and for me a glimpse of how innocent we were I thought hard for over a month before putting my penny on the train track before the steamer came over it flattering it. Also if a policeman cuffed your ear for doing something you shouldn't have, and you told dad he gave you one as well, for getting caught. but as mentioned we were out all day, happy playing with friend's, using our imagination.
ah those were the day's, thank's for reminding me, regards,
dave...
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Post by davebasing on Sept 1, 2015 11:39:33 GMT
Such luxury Dave. We didn't have any spare pennies to put on the track!! Now, where is that shoe box and all the gravel??
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Post by graham on Sept 1, 2015 17:10:46 GMT
Great link Bill, thank you. Yes, life was so much less stressful when we were all kids. My brother and I would hop on our bikes and cycle from Basingstoke out to Old Basing ( when there were sill three miles of fields between the two). We would stand on the footbridge over the railway line as the steam locos hissed underneath and come home with smutty faces and even worse, we would climb up the embankment onto the railway lines just to the west of Basingstoke station and play on the old locomotive turntable there, which still worked when you turned the handle. We never worried about anything and neither did our parents, as long as we were home before it started to get dark.
And dave b, your shoebox and gravel sounds like "LUXURY"......;0)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2015 20:23:01 GMT
 Leaving the the house in the morning with your HP sauce buttie and a drink of pop and going with your mates to play footie all day only making sure you got in the house for your tea or if you were late a crack off your Dad. Cycling to Manchester Airport from LPL and also negotiating the Runcorn Widnes Bridge to go to Hawarden. Walking three miles each day to the Airport with your planespotting mates. Black and White tele's- no iPhones- computer games just your bike and a football. Better still 10 bob note got you to and from Goodison on the bus, entry into the ground, a programme, bag of chips and change. Happy Days Bob 
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Post by davidallum on Sept 2, 2015 12:44:50 GMT
I can't believe how true this video is (thanks for posting Bill),we would go out all day only returning for three things,lunch,tea and it was getting dark.Always ran a mile we saw a policeman and would be scared stiff of mum telling dad if we were naughty.
As a famous comedy sketch once said,"you tell the kids of today and they won't believe you".
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Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2015 14:58:37 GMT
School was a breeze as well- Mr Dewsnip the Metalwork Teacher who had a metal ruler Mr Edwards the Gym Teacher the biggest Pump in the world, and Mr Johnson the Head who had a cane. Do you want it on your hand or backside Baker- it was amazing when you said hand you seemed to get hit on the wrist. It's better - if you went home and told your dad you had the cane you got another slap- as you must have deserved it. But we survived, did not do us any harm- never had it so good the kids of today.  Happy Days Bob
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Post by Jeff on Sept 2, 2015 19:17:43 GMT
finally got round to watching it....brilliant :-)
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Post by graham on Sept 4, 2015 9:32:23 GMT
Mr Bateman our geography teacher who's pet hate was kids leaning back on the rear legs of their chairs, out into the corridor for a size 15 plimsoll across your backside. Mr Stacey, demon French teacher who would launch a blackboard rubber at you if he thought you weren't paying attention. These were the half wooden ones, he chucked one at me one time when I was about 12 and had a massive, pubescent boil on my right arm, it hit the boil, you can imagine the mess, the pain was indescribable , went home in agony, and my Dad went up to the school the following day and told Mr Stacey if he ever hit me again, he would punch his lights out. Oh, those were the days......
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Post by davidallum on Sept 4, 2015 11:33:17 GMT
Mr Bateman our geography teacher who's pet hate was kids leaning back on the rear legs of their chairs, out into the corridor for a size 15 plimsoll across your backside. Mr Stacey, demon French teacher who would launch a blackboard rubber at you if he thought you weren't paying attention. These were the half wooden ones, he chucked one at me one time when I was about 12 and had a massive, pubescent boil on my right arm, it hit the boil, you can imagine the mess, the pain was indescribable , went home in agony, and my Dad went up to the school the following day and told Mr Stacey if he ever hit me again, he would punch his lights out. Oh, those were the days...... Graham,did you ever have Miss Lunn for maths,she looked like an escapee from a Japanese POW camp?I always remember that she gave Keith the slipper once claiming it would hurt her more than him,it did,she sprained her wrist. |
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Post by graham on Sept 4, 2015 11:59:40 GMT
Hi Dave, no I didn't mate, bearing in mind that you and Keith were 2-3 years above me at Stoneham. I remember the two mentioned above, others I recall were Mr Probyn and Mr Youngman who took PE, Mr Edwards who taught history and occasionally helped out with PE, Mr Oelman who was a trainee teacher for English ( he had us read "The Adventures of Baron Munchausen" and we never understood a word), Mr "Min" Morey, Mr "Sooty" Coleman, and some wizened old bloke who took us for Tech Drawing. Mr Hodge was Deputy Head and most of us were terrified of him.
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Post by davidallum on Sept 4, 2015 13:13:29 GMT
The guy who took Tech drawing was Mr Cheyne and "Doc" Smith was the head.We had Mr Hodge for a lesson once and he had a terrible cough so he sent Keith out for a bottle of Venos cough mixture and when Keith got back he just took the top off the bottle and drank the lot in one go and yes I agree we were terrified of him as well.If you remember Mr Probyn then you should remember Mrs Rendell who took science before they were having an affair,I also remember that she always wore knee length skirts and high heels but had the hairiest pair of legs I've ever seen.
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