Do the shake n vac n put the cancer back wasn't it? Nasty stuff. Or am I thinking of spent plutonium pellets. Whatever you do, don't shake them into your shag pile. Ask me how I know?
The air raid sirens were sounding as we made our way the the shelter, mummy poured me a ginger beer, and gave me a jam sandwich, little Tommy Brown shouted " @jivedubbin have you got the kite we made out of brown paper and sticks" oh how we were looking forward to playing with our kite as soon as the raid was over
Tramps. Ones who were regulars passing through every so often, that your parents would give coats or shoes to. Anyone in Warwickshire/ Oxfordshire similar age to me may remember the guy in the donkey drawn bow caravan who used to stop on the oxford road, and/or Southam roads on the verge. When we were kids visiting relatives out of town it was always exciting to spot him. @Keith.H This one I have Internet proof of! He was called Fred Abel http://homersykes.photoshelter.com/...60S-BRITAIN/G0000tYzmMBRTU30/C0000_5qMC9953Ww http://www.banburyguardian.co.uk/news/memories-of-fred-and-his-animal-entourage-1-590514
Small paper packages tied up with string. Or am I thinking of a song? Sent from my ALCATEL ONE TOUCH 9002A using Tapatalk
School kids saying I'm ok if I smoke menthol cig, or consulate, my mum won't be able to smell I've been smoking Has anyone got a bit of tissue to put in my matchbox so my parents can't hear the matches rattling
Bank clerks counting loose change by hand post office clerks stamping everything in site with and large inked stamper
Flapping a towel by the window after having a crafty fag in the bathroom so your mum doesn't smell it. Completely futile, of course.
Big silver fag machines on wheels chained to the wall outside the newsagents. Only one side was filled with a few mouldy packets of ten Embassy, or No 6 if you were lucky.