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Post by everso on May 7, 2009 22:59:44 GMT
Crikey Everso. You're making your childhood sound like Jade Goody's or something . . . . Honestly, Riot. It's all true. My dad used to give me half a crown to go and buy 20 Players untipped. I must have only been about 9 or 10. Similarly, and you'll not believe this but it's absolutely true, I remember buying my fireworks for November 5th. I went, all on my own, to our local shops and bought them - about £5 worth (which was quite a lot of money in the late 1950s). I brought them home and laid them out proudly on the floor of the living room right in front of the coal fire (  ) and couldn't understand why my mum threw an epi. One of the reasons, I suppose, why they brought in laws and stuff to stop kids buying fireworks.  |
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Post by everso on May 7, 2009 23:02:22 GMT
I also have a photo somewhere of one of Mr. E's uncles giving his baby son (who was about 9 months old) some beer - out of a pint glass. This would have been in the mid 1970s.
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Post by Patrick on May 7, 2009 23:06:56 GMT
I also have a photo somewhere of one of Mr. E's uncles giving his baby son (who was about 9 months old) some beer - out of a pint glass. This would have been in the mid 1970s. Relative I know used to give her sprogs watered down rose-petal wine to get them to settle of an evening! |
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Post by Flatypus on May 8, 2009 4:13:22 GMT
Think of the good old days only a few generations ago when the only stuff safe to drink was alcoholic and beer was often so thick that it amounted to a liquid meal in itself. I've heard that the traditional Tibetan staple diet is a kind of muesli of barley meal in either beer or tea strong enough to give a heart attack.
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Post by riotgrrl on May 8, 2009 8:42:51 GMT
I also have a photo somewhere of one of Mr. E's uncles giving his baby son (who was about 9 months old) some beer - out of a pint glass. This would have been in the mid 1970s. Relative I know used to give her sprogs watered down rose-petal wine to get them to settle of an evening! We used to put sherry or whisky on our pinkies and let the babies suck them or rub them on the babies' gums when the babies were teething . . . |
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Post by swl on May 8, 2009 12:13:14 GMT
My first serious brush with drunkenness was when I was 14. Went to a party with my girlfriend and necked a few beers. Went through to the kitchen and there was a lassie I really fancied in there so I decided to show off. I had a half pint glass and scooped up the (heavily spiked) punch. I knocked that back in one and my throat went numb so I started on the whisky. There was a bottle and a half on the kitchen bunker and I necked the lot in half pint gulps, alternating it with the punch. I got halfway across the living room before I passed out. My girlfriend had to carry me around the village trying to get me sober as I puked over every hedge. Her dad took me home, me sitting in the front of his fur-lined Bond Equipe (?? Pat, is that right?).
My father had always said if I came home drunk I'd sleep outside, but when he opened the door and saw me supported by my GF & her dad and I was literally GREEN, he relented. I spent the rest of the night hugging the toilet bowl and wailing "Sooo-ooorrrrrry".
Even the smell of whisky makes me ill nowadays.
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Post by rjpageuk on May 8, 2009 13:26:05 GMT
Indeed, complaining that it is Meze again is a bit like complaining it is lunch again at lunch time. |
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Post by Patrick on May 8, 2009 15:58:12 GMT
Indeed, complaining that it is Meze again is a bit like complaining it is lunch again at lunch time. Sadly, no. Cypriot Mezé invariably ended up being little more than Beef and rice. |
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Post by rjpageuk on May 8, 2009 20:49:53 GMT
Sadly, no. Cypriot Mezé invariably ended up being little more than Beef and rice. Maybe so but it shouldnt be like that  |
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Post by Patrick on May 10, 2009 14:47:32 GMT
An arguable sign of the deterioration of services brought about by Privatisation - up until the mid 90's there was still a buffet car on the service that ran from Hastings to Eastbourne, Lewes and London, and for that matter the London to Brighton services. It was wonderful - you could buy a proper, freshly cooked bacon sandwich and wash it down with a local beer if you wished. All for a reasonable price too. Not long after the Connex group took over the buffet car was consigned to history. Sadly missed. Ditto the old intercity services. Now? You can have what you like so long as it's microwaveable!  |
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