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I like you memories Gordon.
I can remember the Christmas of the past......and you were right.....we didn't get much in the way of presents.....a box of paints, an apple, a tangerine and some nuts.
A chicken for our dinner(if we were lucky).....and dad would give us what was termed 'a damp glass'.......this was a liquer glass the size of a thimble with a drop of port in it...topped up with lemonade.
We thought we were living high on the hog.

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You've got me going now, Margaret.
My cousin and I slept together( he was a 'he') so we'd wait till Father Christmas had gone(innocence didn't last long even then). Then we'd root through the two pillowcases because we knew somewhere among the paints, bananas, Mars bars etc there'd be two little torches. Back under the bedclothes and have fun until the batteries ran out. Too damn cold to sit up, no fire in your bedroom unless you were ill.

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Oh dear.....Gordon.....I didn't mean to get you going......but I know what you mean.
We made ice lollies on the window sill in the bedroom.....on the inside!
We went to bed with more clothes on than we went to school in.....the only thing that was missing was welly bobs.....we took those off before we got into bed.

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Flock mattresses. What were flocks? Balls of wool or cotton or just soft pebbles?
When you turned them over all the flocks piled up at one side and you had to rake them flat with your fingers. But when they were loosened you could wriggle about on the mattress and dig a deep, cosy cocoon.
So many blankets and coats on in winter it was an effort to turn over.
The only warm houses were the ones burning down- the good old days?

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Ally Fogg in the Guardian asks the question, "Would we welcome an advert next Christmas showing a touching little scene between a Jewish child and a disabled child in Auschwitz, swapping gifts for Christmas and Hanukah on their way to the gas chambers?"

Flogging groceries using war is tasteless to me.

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I guess you are old enough to have been in London in 1666 Gordon then?

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The advert is something that you will either like or hate. I think it is a good piece of film, opportunistic it might be......it will give Sainsbury's a boost.......and the chocolate bar is flying off the shelves at an alarming rate and all the proceeds are being given to charity(Royal British Legion)...so it can't all be bad.
When have adverts ever had to rely on good taste to be seen as successful?
It is doing what ads are meant to do. That is getting people to talk about it and take notice.

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It was me who started it, it was very cold that day.

I lied about the baker!

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Yup that's in the script... was talking to one of your GSOB's in the Crown Friday night, he said you fibbed a bit. ;)

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Having listened to 'Samuel Pepys diary' on Radio 4extra and watched 'The Fire' drama on TV I know that the great fire of London started on the HOTTEST day of that year

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September as you know Margaret.

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I soon feel cold, Margaret.

The lady emptying the chamber pot from her bedroom onto my head as I walked past didn't help. Had to dry myself somehow.

Anyway, I was there, Samuel was off somewhere with his mistress.

So who do you believe?

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Surely the contents of the "gazunder" were warm Gordon? No need to burn down Pudding Lane and half of London just keep warm?
I think there's a tv advert for Carmen Heated Rollers in here somewhere.

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If the pot was full, then it would definitely be cold waz......but I thought the canny folk sold it to the tanneries.

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As you'll know, DtheP, I didn't start the fire till just after midnight, the woman must have been emptying yesterdays to have fresh start when she went to bed.
So it was cold!

And quite 'dense',Margaret. No use to a tannery.
Couldn't go home covered in wet poo! Dry yourself in front of a good fire and you can flake it off.