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The Whiff of Nostalgia

daffy1 said:
TattooDog said:
daffy1 said:
Get a fag in your mouth

Don't joke about it. There were times when I was in the mob, where if I'd had a bit more to drink I might have ended up that way . . .


Ohhhh the newbies have got all this to come......Happy days

This is why no one should ever go ashore alone - everyone needs an oppo to point out the Adams Apple on the fittest woman in a Penang bar!
 

witsend

MIA
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I went thru a phase where I enjoyed writing my name on anything that did'nt move. We use to hang out in this large park, the one where the gates are locked at night and the parkies patrol. One of my mates got hold of a tin of spray paint, and luckily for us the council had whitewashed the boathouse. Of course my parents had to take a sunday walk and wanted to know why my name & favorite band were sprayed in 10 foot letters. I got a kicking for that one!

(Edited to add, New Order you were sh1te live)
 

BillyNoMates

War Hero
Bonfire Night -"Bonny Night"...call it what you will. Proper bangers that could remove ones fingers with relative ease. Gangs of spotty throw-backs racing around in the dark from one Council Estate to the other...setting fire to rival estate dwellers bonfires (normally with some unfortunate bastard in the middle of it...there was always a "den"). Me constructing a Flame-Thrower out of a Bike-pump and a can of Pink Paraffin with which to ward off enemy mongs from down the street who dared to try and burn my pride and joy to the ground. F***ing great jets of white-hot flame spurting forth into the duffle-coats of the invading hordes....pockets filled with bangers and Air-Bombs blowing f***ing enormous holes in their clothing. The air filled with the acrid smoke of a hundred car tyres and assorted rolls of linoleum as it blazed away in a cheery sort of red glow. Kids dodging flying glass as that old Redifusion Television set on the edge of the bonfire exploded into a million pieces. The sound of the Fire Engines racing down the back lane and the sad cry of little Mickey, as his National Health spectacles welded themselves to his face because he got too close to the bonfire, whilst attempting to retrieve the potato he was baking on an old three piece suite.

That Council allotment looked like shit after Bonfire Night I can tell you.

.....but we were 'APPY!
 

witsend

MIA
Book Reviewer
Freezing Saturday mornings on red ash football pitches. Trying to avoid the keepers kickout as the mitre brick ball was going to land on your head and hurt really bad. Red ash rash scabs,(slide tackles where for the insane) where you were still picking bits out weeks later. The half time oranges made up for the institutional cruelty.
 

Rumrat

War Hero
BillyNoMates said:
Bonfire Night -"Bonny Night"...call it what you will. Proper bangers that could remove ones fingers with relative ease. Gangs of spotty throw-backs racing around in the dark from one Council Estate to the other...setting fire to rival estate dwellers bonfires (normally with some unfortunate bastard in the middle of it...there was always a "den"). Me constructing a Flame-Thrower out of a Bike-pump and a can of Pink Paraffin with which to ward off enemy mongs from down the street who dared to try and burn my pride and joy to the ground. F***ing great jets of white-hot flame spurting forth into the duffle-coats of the invading hordes....pockets filled with bangers and Air-Bombs blowing f***ing enormous holes in their clothing. The air filled with the acrid smoke of a hundred car tyres and assorted rolls of linoleum as it blazed away in a cheery sort of red glow. Kids dodging flying glass as that old Redifusion Television set on the edge of the bonfire exploded into a million pieces. The sound of the Fire Engines racing down the back lane and the sad cry of little Mickey, as his National Health spectacles welded themselves to his face because he got too close to the bonfire, whilst attempting to retrieve the potato he was baking on an old three piece suite.

That Council allotment looked like shit after Bonfire Night I can tell you.

.....but we were 'APPY!

Fcukin "No Mates", well that's a surprise, did you incinerate em.
You ain't trashcan man from the stand are you? 8O :D
 

Blackrat

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BillyNoMates said:
Bonfire Night -"Bonny Night"...

They were always good. Especially when Blackrat and two of his mates climbed a tree in the park, complete with a stash of mini rockets and air bombs and a length of drainpipe. Obviously the mini rockets were fired at passers by "Bazooka" style and the air bombs were held, as you could point the projectiles without too much bother. Gloves were needed for this though. I also loved putting bangers in dog shit and coke cans. Still do as it goes.
 
You see, this is why no matter how the councils and H&S brigade try and have organised bonfires, kids will always prefer their own - it's the sheer excitement of possibly getting your face blown off or losing a couple of fingers!

We lived near a NCB (National Coal Board) quarry, so we used to pile up the ditched miner's boots, tyres and anything else that could burn, and have a massive bonnie. And for fireworks, we dragged over corrugated white asbestos, chucked it on the fire and retreated a safe distance while it exploded!

Then we'd look in the hedges for porn that had been torn up and thrown away.

Luxury. Tell that to the kids today and they'd never believe you . . .
 

Blackrat

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TattooDog said:
Then we'd look in the hedges for porn that had been torn up and thrown away.

Luxury. Tell that to the kids today and they'd never believe you . . .

I have always said that the best porn was the stuff you found in hedges or behind those green telecoms things in the street. It was never the same when you nicked grot from the shelf before going out on your paper round.
 

witsend

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Phonecards, when there was a phonebox on every corner. You would shove them right up the return coin slot. A right bugger to put in place and remove, but heaven hearing all those unanswered phone call silver jingles drop down.
 

Blackrat

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witsend said:
Phonecards, when there was a phonebox on every corner.

And they were easy to fiddle as well. A bit of nail varnish on the bit where the bumps came up and you could use it again. A girl i was seeing used to do that all the time. On the subject of her, we went to a party once and she got threaders on Pink Lady, so i took full advantage. All went well until she threw up on my crotch area as she knelt down to give me a nosh.
 

witsend

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Book Reviewer
Blackrat said:
witsend said:
Phonecards, when there was a phonebox on every corner.

And they were easy to fiddle as well. A bit of nail varnish on the bit where the bumps came up and you could use it again. A girl i was seeing used to do that all the time. On the subject of her, we went to a party once and she got threaders on Pink Lady, so i took full advantage. All went well until she threw up on my crotch area as she knelt down to give me a nosh.

Change machines and phone boxes, That silver metal foil, sticky on one side (I forget what its called) wrapped around a 10p bit. 40p profit or a long phone call. Happy days.
 

Blackrat

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White dog poo. Now where did that go?



And on the subject of dog poo, did anyone else like putting it on a stick and torturing weaker people with it?
 
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