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Post by everso on May 9, 2010 17:41:45 GMT
Sorry, but unless it has valves it's not real.
Oh, and your dad has to constantly keep getting up and twiddling with the horizontal and vertical hold, and keep walking around the room with the aerial until you get a good picture. And your mum has to keep rolling her eyes.
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Post by everso on May 9, 2010 17:49:41 GMT
I wish we could go back to the old fashioned telephones. Don't get me wrong, I love the fact that I have a cordless phone and they are so convenient, but for sheer comfort these phones were best.  They fitted your head so well. We had one exactly like this. See that little drawer at the bottom of the phone? There was a little piece of card in it that was for phone numbers. Before our Romford phone exchange went automatic, there was no dial on the phone and you had to lift the receiver and wait for the operator to say "number ple-aaaze". I remember when the man came to replace our phone with one that had a dial. I felt like we'd moved into the space age.  |
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Post by Weyland on May 9, 2010 18:22:03 GMT
They fitted your head so well. We had one exactly like this. See that little drawer at the bottom of the phone? There was a little piece of card in it that was for phone numbers. Interesting number. It's my mother's, from 1968, except for four or five of the digits. I always thought that little drawer was an ashtray! No wonder she got vexed. I know you'll be proud of me, Ev, to know that I have a retro motorcycle . . .  (That really is mine, though it has a GB registration these days.) |
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Post by riotgrrl on May 9, 2010 18:43:39 GMT
0141 637 2496
That was the phone number of the house I lived in between the ages of about 3 and 16. (Not 0141 at the time of course; 041.)
Somebody phone it and see who has it now, will ya?
I can't remember the phone number of the houses I've lived in since (probably about 6 or 7), but that first phone number I had sticks in my brain, taking up space I need for other stuff!
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Post by housesparrow on May 9, 2010 19:53:21 GMT
I can remember the number of my Dad's first car, a Hillman Minx.  This is largely because he was greatly embarrassed once, trundling along a straight highway, to hear the loudspeaker of a police car booming from behind: "RKJ 295, your indicator's out!" |
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Post by Patrick on May 9, 2010 21:39:29 GMT
0141 637 2496 That was the phone number of the house I lived in between the ages of about 3 and 16. (Not 0141 at the time of course; 041.) Somebody phone it and see who has it now, will ya? I can't remember the phone number of the houses I've lived in since (probably about 6 or 7), but that first phone number I had sticks in my brain, taking up space I need for other stuff!Just the one? I can remember every single one of ours.......and my Grandparents! .........and my aunts! I long for the days when we can get a usb plug in the back of the head and download this stuff! Coincidentally, I bumped into a report on the BBC today which suggested that soon they could have technology that will read your brain waves as you're sitting at your computer! |
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Post by everso on May 9, 2010 22:39:07 GMT
I can remember my grandparents' phone number: Romford 7626.
I remember the phone number of the London bank I worked in: CIT 9822. This was in the 60s of course, before they converted to all numbers.
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