Another thing that often gets overlooked is bar codes (or the lack of). They only really came in to usage during the mid 70s. Every item used to be rung up individually before then, it could take an age to get served. Bar codes are good.
I read recently that Amazon have several stores where you can go in, get what you want and simply leave - somehow your account is debited as you depart the shop. Dunno exactly how that works, but some serious surveillance going on - maybe a step too far?
In 1968/9 I was a trainee draughtsman, I earned £2/week and my mum took 10 shilling (50p). I couldn’t go to university as I had to go to work to bring money in for the family. Thought that was harsh but in the end worked out well for me, ended earning far more than anyone else in my year, when I was 21 I was earning triple what people who cam out of university.
I know I pull your leg about Q*e*n but there were a lot of great guitar bands then and imho better than them but like what you like, it's only rock and roll.
Didn't realise until this week that the line from Sound of Suburbs wasn't
"Youth club band wants to be free, now they want anarchy"
But
"Youth club band wants to be Free"
I really like Free. Ironically enough I got into them about 15 years ago when I went to see Queen who were being fronted by Paul Rodgers at the time. Great voice.
Never used to like Free but I think they're All right now.
I didn’t like them either until my brother Jake got me into them.
I know I pull your leg about Q*e*n but there were a lot of great guitar bands then and imho better than them but like what you like, it's only rock and roll.
I asked my Mum and Dad about the good old days, and they both agreed that they weren’t that good. In fact my Dad said they were shit. Nostalgia tends to blot out the bad times and concentrate on the good things.
Interesting that when people talk about their childhoods in the 60s or 70s, a theme that comes up a lot if that their Mum was at home or worked part time and their Dad was hardly ever there as he worked full time and did all the overtime he could and you were still lucky if you had a week on holiday in a caravan at Sheerness.
Food was pretty much always prepared from raw ingredients as well, and the staple carb was potatoes, so that's why your Mum usually only worked part time at most. Rice and dried pasta were only used in puddings, the only other pasta you ate came out of a tin. There's both good and bad in that - you'd get better food than now, but it's a lot of work particularly if your Mum doesn't enjoy cooking and lugging enough potatoes to feed a hungry family back from the shops
Interesting that when people talk about their childhoods in the 60s or 70s, a theme that comes up a lot if that their Mum was at home or worked part time and their Dad was hardly ever there as he worked full time and did all the overtime he could and you were still lucky if you had a week on holiday in a caravan at Sheerness.
Food was pretty much always prepared from raw ingredients as well, and the staple carb was potatoes, so that's why your Mum usually only worked part time at most. Rice and dried pasta were only used in puddings, the only other pasta you ate came out of a tin. There's both good and bad in that - you'd get better food than now, but it's a lot of work particularly if your Mum doesn't enjoy cooking and lugging enough potatoes to feed a hungry family back from the shops
All of the above, and you ate what you were given.
Interesting that when people talk about their childhoods in the 60s or 70s, a theme that comes up a lot if that their Mum was at home or worked part time and their Dad was hardly ever there as he worked full time and did all the overtime he could and you were still lucky if you had a week on holiday in a caravan at Sheerness.
Food was pretty much always prepared from raw ingredients as well, and the staple carb was potatoes, so that's why your Mum usually only worked part time at most. Rice and dried pasta were only used in puddings, the only other pasta you ate came out of a tin. There's both good and bad in that - you'd get better food than now, but it's a lot of work particularly if your Mum doesn't enjoy cooking and lugging enough potatoes to feed a hungry family back from the shops
Agree with a lot of that but not sure food was better then.
Lots of tinned food, fewer fridges and even fewer freezers, sugar in everything. Smash instead of mash.
Lots of meat and two veg meals and lots of leftovers or cheap cuts when money was short.
Vesta meals and Angel delight not really healthy but fewer takeaways, no microwave meals either.
And I still love pineapple chunks/rings which is what we got. A real pineapple? What's that?
Interesting that when people talk about their childhoods in the 60s or 70s, a theme that comes up a lot if that their Mum was at home or worked part time and their Dad was hardly ever there as he worked full time and did all the overtime he could and you were still lucky if you had a week on holiday in a caravan at Sheerness.
Food was pretty much always prepared from raw ingredients as well, and the staple carb was potatoes, so that's why your Mum usually only worked part time at most. Rice and dried pasta were only used in puddings, the only other pasta you ate came out of a tin. There's both good and bad in that - you'd get better food than now, but it's a lot of work particularly if your Mum doesn't enjoy cooking and lugging enough potatoes to feed a hungry family back from the shops
Agree with a lot of that but not sure food was better then.
Lots of tinned food, fewer fridges and even fewer freezers, sugar in everything. Smash instead of mash.
Lots of meat and two veg meals and lots of leftovers or cheap cuts when money was short.
Vesta meals and Angel delight not really healthy but fewer takeaways, no microwave meals either.
And I still love pineapple chunks/rings which is what we got. A real pineapple? What's that?
I loved a Vesta curry, and the Paella they produced as well - granted the food police these day rubbish them, but in the 70’s I knew no better, and enjoyed them
I think looking back on your childhood - on the basis you had a happy one of course - is always with rose tinted specs - I was born June 1970, and to me the 70’s were idyllic, because all I did apart from school, was play football, play cricket, ride my bike, play with my friends, watch Charlton (post 1976) and go to holiday camps in the UK for holidays
BUT the 70’s for most adults were a time of economic pain, industrial strife, political problems etc etc - I thought the power cuts were brilliant because we had candles all around the house, but for my parents it would have been a real pain in the arse
They shielded me from all that, and just wanted me to enjoy myself, so thank you Mum and Dad
Ah, the good old days when lads built “camps” I built one when I was around 9/10 just up by the laundry at the Sam Bartram entrance when I ran away from home from the umpteenth time I went back there and stayed there it was my little safe place.
Sliding down the heights on the arse of your trousers, digging your heels in as you neared the bottom normally with a stash of cakes and biscuits from the unigate milk floats or a box of fruit from the greengrocers in the village which every Herbert knew locally you could gain access to from the adventure playground behind St Luke’s. Going to the chippy in the village asking for a bag of cracking and if you found a few chips in there it was a double bonus.
Picking mulberries from the tree alongside Charlton house, scrumping fruit trees in the gardens in the house opposite the Village hall.
Deliberately knocking on various mates doors knowing they would be eating and often getting invited in to join them, retrospectively thinking back I’m thinking a lot more people knew my circumstances then I was aware of as a child. Strange how thinking back they seemed like great times, happy times at school even though I was little bastard, great times living at friends homes until I outstayed my welcome, never wanting to go home to my mothers house. When I did, I went straight to my bed and invariably the door would open and I remember thinking hopefully it was a good hiding!
Imagine a band as talented as Queen/Freddie Mercury being seen as a ‘guilty pleasure’ or a ‘joke’ nowadays.
I’d give anything just to have any kind of guitar based music back in the charts on a regular basis.
I have mentioned before that I was offered a ticket to see the Beatles at either Woolwich or Lewisham, but after seeing their first appearance on a children's TV show, decided not to bother. You live and learn
Interesting that when people talk about their childhoods in the 60s or 70s, a theme that comes up a lot if that their Mum was at home or worked part time and their Dad was hardly ever there as he worked full time and did all the overtime he could and you were still lucky if you had a week on holiday in a caravan at Sheerness.
Food was pretty much always prepared from raw ingredients as well, and the staple carb was potatoes, so that's why your Mum usually only worked part time at most. Rice and dried pasta were only used in puddings, the only other pasta you ate came out of a tin. There's both good and bad in that - you'd get better food than now, but it's a lot of work particularly if your Mum doesn't enjoy cooking and lugging enough potatoes to feed a hungry family back from the shops
Interesting that when people talk about their childhoods in the 60s or 70s, a theme that comes up a lot if that their Mum was at home or worked part time and their Dad was hardly ever there as he worked full time and did all the overtime he could and you were still lucky if you had a week on holiday in a caravan at Sheerness.
Food was pretty much always prepared from raw ingredients as well, and the staple carb was potatoes, so that's why your Mum usually only worked part time at most. Rice and dried pasta were only used in puddings, the only other pasta you ate came out of a tin. There's both good and bad in that - you'd get better food than now, but it's a lot of work particularly if your Mum doesn't enjoy cooking and lugging enough potatoes to feed a hungry family back from the shops
I clicked like Ray cos there’s no ‘I wish I could give you a cwtch’ button.
Roll on a few years & replace a few names & I could have been reading my own story ❤️
The more I talk the easier it gets, my life is fecked up but if just one person sits up and says "Its not my fault" the jobs a good'un. Ah, the good ol'days. Lol
Interesting that when people talk about their childhoods in the 60s or 70s, a theme that comes up a lot if that their Mum was at home or worked part time and their Dad was hardly ever there as he worked full time and did all the overtime he could and you were still lucky if you had a week on holiday in a caravan at Sheerness.
Food was pretty much always prepared from raw ingredients as well, and the staple carb was potatoes, so that's why your Mum usually only worked part time at most. Rice and dried pasta were only used in puddings, the only other pasta you ate came out of a tin. There's both good and bad in that - you'd get better food than now, but it's a lot of work particularly if your Mum doesn't enjoy cooking and lugging enough potatoes to feed a hungry family back from the shops
Got canned spaghetti on toast for dinner once in a while, and beans on toast often.
Interesting that when people talk about their childhoods in the 60s or 70s, a theme that comes up a lot if that their Mum was at home or worked part time and their Dad was hardly ever there as he worked full time and did all the overtime he could and you were still lucky if you had a week on holiday in a caravan at Sheerness.
Food was pretty much always prepared from raw ingredients as well, and the staple carb was potatoes, so that's why your Mum usually only worked part time at most. Rice and dried pasta were only used in puddings, the only other pasta you ate came out of a tin. There's both good and bad in that - you'd get better food than now, but it's a lot of work particularly if your Mum doesn't enjoy cooking and lugging enough potatoes to feed a hungry family back from the shops
Interesting that when people talk about their childhoods in the 60s or 70s, a theme that comes up a lot if that their Mum was at home or worked part time and their Dad was hardly ever there as he worked full time and did all the overtime he could and you were still lucky if you had a week on holiday in a caravan at Sheerness.
Food was pretty much always prepared from raw ingredients as well, and the staple carb was potatoes, so that's why your Mum usually only worked part time at most. Rice and dried pasta were only used in puddings, the only other pasta you ate came out of a tin. There's both good and bad in that - you'd get better food than now, but it's a lot of work particularly if your Mum doesn't enjoy cooking and lugging enough potatoes to feed a hungry family back from the shops
No supermarkets, just local shops
for local people...
With half day closing on Wednesday or Thursday.
We still have that here in West Cork (pre Covid obvs) And d’ya know what? The world still turns 🤷♀️😂😂
Interesting that when people talk about their childhoods in the 60s or 70s, a theme that comes up a lot if that their Mum was at home or worked part time and their Dad was hardly ever there as he worked full time and did all the overtime he could and you were still lucky if you had a week on holiday in a caravan at Sheerness.
Food was pretty much always prepared from raw ingredients as well, and the staple carb was potatoes, so that's why your Mum usually only worked part time at most. Rice and dried pasta were only used in puddings, the only other pasta you ate came out of a tin. There's both good and bad in that - you'd get better food than now, but it's a lot of work particularly if your Mum doesn't enjoy cooking and lugging enough potatoes to feed a hungry family back from the shops
No supermarkets, just local shops
for local people...
With half day closing on Wednesday or Thursday.
We still have that here in West Cork (pre Covid obvs) And d’ya know what? The world still turns 🤷♀️😂😂
My local pet shop in Dartford still closes half day on a Wednesday
And of course back in the day pubs were 11am to 3pm, reopened 6pm to 11pm, but on Sundays it was 12 til 2, then 7 to 10.30 - in my Sunday football team, on a Sunday we would get pissed up in the pub, and then go to local carvery to carry on drinking (with food of course) until we could get back in pub at 7 - every Monday I had a horrendous hangover 😃
I was an apprentice mechanic, earning £7.15p a week, (1973) 3 day week and all that crap. First car was a Ford Anglia 105E 896DUS paid £5, for it, Wash, Polish, Moody MOT sold it to an ex-girlfreind from Springfield Grove £30, Then sold her brother an 2000E Corsair with a cracked block for £50. Them was the good old days!
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I read recently that Amazon have several stores where you can go in, get what you want and simply leave - somehow your account is debited as you depart the shop. Dunno exactly how that works, but some serious surveillance going on - maybe a step too far?
Kids today dont know how lucky they are to live in a broken world economy.
Food was pretty much always prepared from raw ingredients as well, and the staple carb was potatoes, so that's why your Mum usually only worked part time at most. Rice and dried pasta were only used in puddings, the only other pasta you ate came out of a tin.
There's both good and bad in that - you'd get better food than now, but it's a lot of work particularly if your Mum doesn't enjoy cooking and lugging enough potatoes to feed a hungry family back from the shops
and you ate what you were given.
Lots of tinned food, fewer fridges and even fewer freezers, sugar in everything. Smash instead of mash.
Lots of meat and two veg meals and lots of leftovers or cheap cuts when money was short.
Vesta meals and Angel delight not really healthy but fewer takeaways, no microwave meals either.
And I still love pineapple chunks/rings which is what we got. A real pineapple? What's that?
I think looking back on your childhood - on the basis you had a happy one of course - is always with rose tinted specs - I was born June 1970, and to me the 70’s were idyllic, because all I did apart from school, was play football, play cricket, ride my bike, play with my friends, watch Charlton (post 1976) and go to holiday camps in the UK for holidays
BUT the 70’s for most adults were a time of economic pain, industrial strife, political problems etc etc - I thought the power cuts were brilliant because we had candles all around the house, but for my parents it would have been a real pain in the arse
They shielded me from all that, and just wanted me to enjoy myself, so thank you Mum and Dad
Strange how thinking back they seemed like great times, happy times at school even though I was little bastard, great times living at friends homes until I outstayed my welcome, never wanting to go home to my mothers house. When I did, I went straight to my bed and invariably the door would open and I remember thinking hopefully it was a good hiding!
Roll on a few years & replace a few names & I could have been reading my own story ❤️
Ah, the good ol'days. Lol
And d’ya know what?
The world still turns 🤷♀️😂😂
And of course back in the day pubs were 11am to 3pm, reopened 6pm to 11pm, but on Sundays it was 12 til 2, then 7 to 10.30 - in my Sunday football team, on a Sunday we would get pissed up in the pub, and then go to local carvery to carry on drinking (with food of course) until we could get back in pub at 7 - every Monday I had a horrendous hangover 😃