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Aztec bar, amazin raisin bar, lucky bags, jamboree bags, bazooka Joe, clackers, Smiths crisps with blue salt bag, golden nuggets cereal, Hi-Karate, Hot Wheels, I-Spy books, John Bull printing outfit, Kensitas King Size fags, Skippy, Milk Tray chocolate bar, Pepsodent toothpaste, Record making machines in railway stations, Slinky, Watneys red barrel, Spangles, Wonderloaf, broken biscuits from Woolworths. Party seven (stand well back, I think I may of shook it a bit on the way here)

I lived through all these.

Fry's Chocolate Cream ; NO.6/Sovereign/Guards (Ciggies.) ;Ilford films ; Standard fireworks (don't know if they're still going - what was the other name of them? ;small plastic circular things you'd spin on a plastic thingy by tightening up a rubber band - hold it up, release the band. and wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee the plastic circular thingy would fly up in the air! (Or was there a piece of string that had to be pulled?)- Memory going-losing me marbles...oh yeah, MARBLES, and flicking picture cards up the wall (PG tips picture cards).

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Fry's Chocolate Cream ; NO.6/Sovereign/Guards (Ciggies.) ;Ilford films ; Standard fireworks (don't know if they're still going - what was the other name of them? ;small plastic circular things you'd spin on a plastic thingy by tightening up a rubber band - hold it up, release the band. and wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee the plastic circular thingy would fly up in the air! (Or was there a piece of string that had to be pulled?)- Memory going-losing me marbles...oh yeah, MARBLES, and flicking picture cards up the wall (PG tips picture cards).

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Frys chocolate but with fruit flavour (colour) instead of cream. Astra fireworks, they also did indoor fireworks. Probably never get that one past the fascists PC brigade today. Imagine the conversation, "I know, let's make small fireworks and sell them for indoor use".

Used to always be seeing dead cats along the kerbs when I was a boy. More traffic nowadays but rarely see a dead cat. Wonder why that is!

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Quote: Tommy Twinkle

Used to always be seeing dead cats along the kerbs when I was a boy. More traffic nowadays but rarely see a dead cat. Wonder why that is!

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They were nearly all wiped out in the "kerbside cat cull" of the late 60's. Not that many left.

Many inhaled too much smoke from indoor fireworks, nipped outside for a bit of fresh air and a JPS Black and keeled over into the road before being run over by a Outspan Orange car.............

......Nay....more Asian kabob stands and take aways...
....more than 1 way to skin a cat they say...even in the
Colonies...

Dogs being let out by people while they went off to work. They'd roam around the streets all day, form packs, and you'd see dog fights. "Careful" we'd say, "there's a pack of dogs over the road." - Times change!

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"Careful" we'd say, "there's a pack of dogs over the road."

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We still have pack of dogs here, but these ones wear too much make up and have foul mouths.

They do, however, also look like they have chased too many parked cars.............

Old Jamaica (luxury choccy bar) Saturday morning pictures, chicken as 'posh' food, fish fingers, the Johnny Seven One Man Army Gun, Raleigh Choppers (I found one of them once and reported it but nobody claimed it so I sold it to a neighbour for a tenner) Fish and chips wrapped in newspaper, school holidays nicking beer of the delivery trucks in the neighbourhood, having a thing about playing on rooftops, getting interested in girls (I had a crush on a girl in my school class when I was nine, and she came back to my house after we'd been swimming - I succeeded in making myself look like a right dickhead - a trait I never quite shook off) Trying to get a decent view of the action at Old Trafford, Westlers hot dogs and burgers after the match, going to London for the first time and realising it was nearly as grotty as Manchester, seeing the kids pen on the Kop at Anfield and thinking they were some scary kids, seeing Paris for the first time and marvelling at the traffic chaos, and playing football, always football, and exploring derelict factories, and nicking copper piping, oh, and the Spoof. Seems like I've been here forever.

Regards

Skoob.

Nicking clothes off washing lines; pinching the neighbours fence to build a fire to keep warm; bunking off school to practice snooker; charging the old man in the park five shillings to put his hand down my trousers; running errands for the bookie; begging for stale cakes round the back of Joe Lyons; scrumping - all the usual dull bollocks of yer average Eton College boy..

Jeez I'm sick of this effin diet..

Anyone fancy a pint?

I'll have a pint with you anytime you cantankerous ole git.

You expect people to believe that?

That's bollocks that is.

You're one of the silver spoon mob.

FFS you talk like Prince Charles!

Like wot I do too.

Soft Southern bastard.

If the offer of a pint still stands....

I'll buy.

Providing you neck the fucker in one gulp and none of this Merlot bollocks...

Grrrr

did someone say pint.............?

Right..

We've got the Fullers factory down the road. That's London Pride and ESB to any foreigner still tuning-in to this old lags confessional..

And the Tabard Inn is but five minutes distance.. on a good day with the wind behind ...

Birbee & Skoob.. to the bar!!!

Drinks are on Ellis..

Does he still keep spilling it?

ONWARD!

EVER ONWARD!

FROM TURNHAM GREEN AND THENCE TO EMBANKMENT!

WHITHER I SHALL MEET MY WATERLOO!

Via the Northern Line.

Hopefully without nutting lamp posts.

Kinell....

Adieu

Books.