The Whiff of Nostalgia

[tuts]

A sweet called something like Spanish Gold. It was made to look like tobacco but it was a sweet and sold in sweet shops.

I remember that stuff well

A packet of 10 Chocolate cigarettes for the kids.

 

[slim]

I wonder when it was that the sweet manufacturers stopped producing Little Smokers sets at Christmas time. I remember getting candy cigarettes, sweet tobacco, chocalate lighter and all the rest of the stuff required for a good pretend smoke?
I remember buying them for my kids in the seventies and they loved them.
They certainly did not encourage them to try the real thing as neither of them smoke and they are aged 37 and 39 and hate the smell of ciggies.

 

[JonnoJonno]

I wonder when it was that the sweet manufacturers stopped producing Little Smokers sets at Christmas time.

The glass crack pipe was considered too dangerous for kids in the 90's. World's gone PC mad I tell thee

 

[tuts]

I wonder when it was that the sweet manufacturers stopped producing Little Smokers sets at Christmas time. I remember getting candy cigarettes, sweet tobacco, chocalate lighter and all the rest of the stuff required for a good pretend smoke?
I remember buying them for my kids in the seventies and they loved them.
They certainly did not encourage them to try the real thing as neither of them smoke and they are aged 37 and 39 and hate the smell of ciggies.

I never even liked them. I only used to buy them because they made me feel hard.

 

[JonnoJonno]

I never even liked them. I only used to buy them because they made me feel hard.

I use that excuse for throwing viagra down my neck like they were smarties :twisted:

 

[tuts]

I never even liked them. I only used to buy them because they made me feel hard.

I use that excuse for throwing viagra down my neck like they were smarties :twisted:

I'm growing fond of you Jonno.

 

[lesbryan]

No the spanish gold ??.It came in packets and looked like small worms of differing sizes .you just got a handful stuck it in yer gob and chewed a bit like loose chewing baccy

 

[stan_the_man]

Caught the end of this but here goes dad was a matelot sank 3 times in WW2 drank like a fecking fish and his wages went to the landlord of the local tavern. Mum used to send me to the pub to get some money from him for echo margarine couple of pounds of spuds baked beans and a sliced loaf. Got home from school one day and because dad hadn't paid the rent we'd been evicted so had to sleep for two days in the garden before the council put me in care and I got fed 3 meals a day - fcuking bliss until one of the tw*ts tried to do my arse lost it big time. Escaped to Nirvana with fishing, football and women and the RN. We are who we are but I sit at home here in Cornwall beautiful wife beautiful daughter and the shit is behind me.
Moral of the story - thank fcuk I joined and this council house boy has a better life because of it.
Apologies if I bored the shit out of you all

 

[Rumrat]

Ah those good old days? the ones where you were sent to prison for stabbing bum, hung for murder, whipped for offences under the age of 18.

Went days without a proper meal, had bush tucker as a standby, thought sweets(Rocks in Oz) was something rich kids had, and even had coats on the bed in winter.
Oh them days, yeah fcuk me they were great.

 

[lesbryan]

Caught the end of this but here goes dad was a matelot sank 3 times in WW2 drank like a fecking fish and his wages went to the landlord of the local tavern. Mum used to send me to the pub to get some money from him for echo margarine couple of pounds of spuds baked beans and a sliced loaf. Got home from school one day and because dad hadn't paid the rent we'd been evicted so had to sleep for two days in the garden before the council put me in care and I got fed 3 meals a day - fcuking bliss until one of the tw*ts tried to do my arse lost it big time. Escaped to Nirvana with fishing, football and women and the RN. We are who we are but I sit at home here in Cornwall beautiful wife beautiful daughter and the shit is behind me.
Moral of the story - thank fcuk I joined and this council house boy has a better life because of it.
Apologies if I bored the shit out of you all

I had non of the misfortunes you had .A good mam and dad (he had just finished 35 years in the army when i was two .We lived in a terraced through house until i jioned at Ganges .It was Gamges and the andrew as a whole that made me into what i am now .From that day on o done good .i only did twelve .I too have two grown ups my house is my (our)own .both retired .with a little behind us .I do not think for one moment i would have been in this position if i had not have joined up my time in taught me a lot .Boys into men comes to mind

 

[JonnoJonno]

Boys into men comes to mind

A liberal interpretation of an ancient Naval tradition don't you think?

 

[stan_the_man]

Fcuk me Walton prison was a pretty certain destination for a tw*t like me but hey here I am I can even work a laptop --- ish thank you pusser and my rather generous pension. Advice to newbies it doesnt get better than the mob enjoy but keep the tradition and be proud - 2nd glass of Cava talking hic

 

[SONAR-BENDER]

I remember only having liqurice root to chew to get the taste.

Sweets were on Ration, so we had to make do with some thing called Spanish Wood,
and I'm wondering if we are all talking about this stuff?

Looked similar to the old type Rawplugs, and turned your tongue and lips bright yellow.

Jerry

You'd better be REALLY careful before you put any Spanish Wood in your mouth round these parts!!! :roll: :roll:

 

[F106]

sounds like catalunian erection

 

[onions]

I probably had use of two of the best playgrounds ever. I lived in Shoeburyness, Essex. On one side was the Army firing ranges and on the other was the LMS railway line. The ranges provided stacks of live and blank ammo and an abundance of WW2 tanks, armoured vehicles and old guns to use as targets. One Saturday my mates and I were doing our usual "shoot em up" with home made pyros when the Army started to fire back!! Exit range rapidly! On the railway line we would put farthings, (couldn't afford pennies!) just before a train was due. Having been flattened wafer thin we would use them as throwing discs, I still have a scar above my eye when I didn't duck fast enough. Another pastime usually happened during the winter. We would pinch the explosive fog charges that were strapped to the rails in foggy weather. God, could you make a big bang with a couple of them. Managed to demolish the old man's shed and half the back fence with one blast.

Having joined pusser my first draft was to Malta and I started my apprentiship. Fags were Senior Service, Players, Craven "A" and even Sobranie Black Russian and Camel. I'm sure there is a link between the last two!, well you had to experiment!

 

[KATWEEZIL]

Managed to demolish the old man's shed and half the back fence with one blast.

Good man! I maintain that the greatest minds in the world were and are destructive! :wink:

Other things I remember as a kid
The Smell of diesel at Elgin Railway station and meeting my father for the 1st time (I was 3) - he'd been on the Ark pretty much from when I was born. Until then I thought Dads were something that other kids had. Also remember the Smell of floor polish and Alcohol in the Milltown Country club. specially Jan 1970 when there was such a high wind that it was too dangerous to stay in the caravans so all the families got decanted out to the club for the day. Also Christmas 1971 - When a certain P1ssed-up B site resident (no names - no pack drill but he went on to own the petrol station on the Elgin road in Lossie :wink: ) played santa for us kids. Quite funny really cos I was bl00dy scared of him.