fourpence to the future - Page 4

Margaret Pilkington · 12-01-2012, 22:53

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Originally Posted by Eric

I guess I was lucky; I was an only child. Can't remember too much of the cocoa ... but there was Horlicks sometimes. And sometimes spuds tossed into the fire. Peel off the black; add salt; butter or marge if we were flush.

And I still like a maiden around when I'm naked

I'll bet you do Eric, but this one was made of wood, held together with webbing and draped with towels...or sometimes washing...not a bit exotic...and I would guess, not the kind that would float your boat.

Eric · 12-01-2012, 23:08

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Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington

I'll bet you do Eric, but this one was made of wood, held together with webbing and draped with towels...or sometimes washing...not a bit exotic...and I would guess, not the kind that would float your boat.

I know what a maiden is

... there are still more than a couple of us on here who do ... and the rack: simple stuff; but it worked. Didn't really take up all that much room either.

And these days I'm not all that picky ... first I check for a pulse, then ... mmm ... no, just a pulse; that will do it for me. Sometimes, in other circumstances, all I need to do is check my wallet to see if I have enough cash.

davemac · 13-01-2012, 00:08

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Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington

Oh, you must've been posh. We didn't have a telly...just a radio and that ran on gas

No it was Relay Vision one and threepence a week for rental...four programmes.

I remember having a radio from relay vision.
I wouldnt say we were posh, it certainly didnt feel like it when I was carrying two potties downstairs. Thats a job I am glad vanished with time.

I have a vivid memory of carrying two potties downstairs and trying to turn the stairs light off with my mouth, those large brown bakalite switches were vicious, it trapped my top lip. I was stuck there with a poe in each hand, lip trapped in switch, now that is really taking the .........put your own word in here.

Now I have told you that I dont want anyone to mention it again as I am still traumatised

Eric · 13-01-2012, 08:29

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Originally Posted by davemac

I remember having a radio from relay vision.
I wouldnt say we were posh, it certainly didnt feel like it when I was carrying two potties downstairs. Thats a job I am glad vanished with time.

I have a vivid memory of carrying two potties downstairs and trying to turn the stairs light off with my mouth, those large brown bakalite switches were vicious, it trapped my top lip. I was stuck there with a poe in each hand, lip trapped in switch, now that is really taking the .........put your own word in here.

Now I have told you that I dont want anyone to mention it again as I am still traumatised

Oh for the days when you could just dump them out of the upstairs window onto the folks passing below

mobertol · 13-01-2012, 10:08

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Originally Posted by davemac

put your number on here and you will never be off the phone, they may be reverse charges though.

Haven't seen my mobile phone for a couple of months as my youngest son has nicked it. He's received no calls for me in that time (just a few Xmas/NY messages from my 2 best friends) poor me, nobody loves me

The last time I needed it was when in the UK last Oct. for messaging home -mad panic just as I was leaving for the airport as it had disappeared (blamed son again!). It was found by chance a month later in the basket of my bike. I do carry it with me when out cycling as we're in the middle of the countryside and you never know when you might meet a sex-maniac. No luck so far!

jaysay · 13-01-2012, 10:29

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Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington

I'll bet you do Eric, but this one was made of wood, held together with webbing and draped with towels...or sometimes washing...not a bit exotic...and I would guess, not the kind that would float your boat.

I remember, as one of the first things I did in woodwork lessons, making a maiden and hinged by webbing, in fact when my Dad died back in 2003 we threw it out, think it was past its sell by date

jaysay · 13-01-2012, 10:34

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Originally Posted by mobertol

Haven't seen my mobile phone for a couple of months as my youngest son has nicked it. He's received no calls for me in that time (just a few Xmas/NY messages from my 2 best friends) poor me, nobody loves me

The last time I needed it was when in the UK last Oct. for messaging home -mad panic just as I was leaving for the airport as it had disappeared (blamed son again!). It was found by chance a month later in the basket of my bike. I do carry it with me when out cycling as we're in the middle of the countryside and you never know when you might meet a sex-maniac. No luck so far!

That comment reminds me of what I thought was my ideal woman when I was young, think it had to be a deaf and dumb nymphomaniac who's dad had a pub

Margaret Pilkington · 13-01-2012, 10:41

When the guzunder had been emtied, it was washed, dried and turned upside down on the bottom step....and whoever was going upstairs ,it fell to them to take them up and put them in the respective rooms. A posh pot, one decorated with flowers went under Ma and Pa's bed...we had a very utilitarian model....white enamel...that went under the big double bed, that we kids slept in.
My brother was asked to take the jerry's upstairs and was most dischuffed about this........anyway after a long argument and threats from Ma, he took it up.....met the cat coming down, was tripped by the cat and the jerry bounced down the stairs and cracked his napper.......mother said this was divine judgement.
Another of my brothers hated bringing the jerry downstairs and would slop waz on the stairs so that he didn't get asked again......baaaad move....Ma told him if he did that again she would make him lick it up.....she gave him a bowl of hot water a brush and a chunk of carbolic soap to clean up the mess........the stairs were wood and uncarpeted at the time.

Eric · 13-01-2012, 10:56

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Originally Posted by mobertol

Haven't seen my mobile phone for a couple of months as my youngest son has nicked it. He's received no calls for me in that time (just a few Xmas/NY messages from my 2 best friends) poor me, nobody loves me

The last time I needed it was when in the UK last Oct. for messaging home -mad panic just as I was leaving for the airport as it had disappeared (blamed son again!). It was found by chance a month later in the basket of my bike. I do carry it with me when out cycling as we're in the middle of the countryside and you never know when you might meet a sex-maniac. No luck so far!

Oh, poor baby ... just nip into the nearest men's bog, and write on the wall: "For a good time, call ... " and put down your number

Oh, and make it an up-scale bog; you don't want a bunch of calls from low-life scum like me.

davemac · 13-01-2012, 11:38

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Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington

When the guzunder had been emtied, it was washed, dried and turned upside down on the bottom step....and whoever was going upstairs ,it fell to them to take them up and put them in the respective rooms. A posh pot, one decorated with flowers went under Ma and Pa's bed...we had a very utilitarian model....white enamel...that went under the big double bed, that we kids slept in.
My brother was asked to take the jerry's upstairs and was most dischuffed about this........anyway after a long argument and threats from Ma, he took it up.....met the cat coming down, was tripped by the cat and the jerry bounced down the stairs and cracked his napper.......mother said this was divine judgement.
Another of my brothers hated bringing the jerry downstairs and would slop waz on the stairs so that he didn't get asked again......baaaad move....Ma told him if he did that again she would make him lick it up.....she gave him a bowl of hot water a brush and a chunk of carbolic soap to clean up the mess........the stairs were wood and uncarpeted at the time.

You can still buy these jerries but they are in antique shops, I didnt think at the time that they would be collectors items. Can you imagine the kids of today having to use, and empty one of those.

davemac · 13-01-2012, 11:41

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Originally Posted by mobertol

Haven't seen my mobile phone for a couple of months as my youngest son has nicked it. He's received no calls for me in that time (just a few Xmas/NY messages from my 2 best friends) poor me, nobody loves me

The last time I needed it was when in the UK last Oct. for messaging home -mad panic just as I was leaving for the airport as it had disappeared (blamed son again!). It was found by chance a month later in the basket of my bike. I do carry it with me when out cycling as we're in the middle of the countryside and you never know when you might meet a sex-maniac. No luck so far!

The advice still holds, put your number on here and you will never lose it again, as it will be ringing all the time.

Margaret Pilkington · 13-01-2012, 11:59

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Originally Posted by davemac

You can still buy these jerries but they are in antique shops, I didnt think at the time that they would be collectors items. Can you imagine the kids of today having to use, and empty one of those.

I know what the children of today would say...it goes something like thise 'eeeeeewwwwww, totally GROSS'

Eric · 13-01-2012, 12:10

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Originally Posted by Margaret Pilkington

I know what the children of today would say...it goes something like thise 'eeeeeewwwwww, totally GROSS'

"Like" should be in there somewhere, and maybe "OH MY GOD"

mobertol · 13-01-2012, 12:19

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Originally Posted by davemac

You can still buy these jerries but they are in antique shops, I didnt think at the time that they would be collectors items. Can you imagine the kids of today having to use, and empty one of those.

Luckily I never had the pleasure of having to use one.

They make nice plant pots these days.

mobertol · 13-01-2012, 12:22

Returning to bath-time routines as Margaret described - I remember Mum telling me that very often, when lads used to call asking her out, she'd send my Gran with the message that she had to stay in as she'd washed her hair if it was such-n-such who she didn't like.

It was a good excuse back then as there were no hair-dryers and she had to sit in front of the fire all evening to get it dry!