tony1

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  1. Brown Brothers Wholesalers on Huntingdon Street. It was staffed by bullies and paranoid psychopaths. The typing pool was like something out of a Nazi concentration camp. I pitied those poor girls.. but that's how thing were in those days.

    I was paid £4 10s a week for 5 + 1/2 days a week. Regular stock taking overtime (including late nights and Sundays) was at no extra pay.

    My mother took £3, which left me 30 bob for bus fares, lunches and occasional 10 ciggies,. I was better off with 5 bob a week spending money, while at school.

    I sometimes got a lift to work in the van of an old guy that worked there. I used to offer him my bus fare.. and he ALWAYS took it. How things have changed.

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  2. Capocci's until last year.In the 60's you could get two slices of Welsh rarebit for 1 /10d

    The Caribbean Coffee Bar.downstairs under the breadshop at top of victoria street / Carlton Street. Used to call in when playing truant in early 60's. The manageress took a fancy to me after I called in with two girls that she did not like. She used to provide me with free frothy coffee.

    There was a cafe / restaurant on George Street? or Broad street? called The Normandy. Super Greek couple who served a mean sausage and chips with onion gravy and a great pot of tea.

  3. Everyone should play at least one musical instrument, no matter how badly. I have ventured on the piano, violin, mandolin, banjolele, French horn, guitar, organ, keyboard, piano accordian, and harmonica to my memory. I am no master at any one of these, but I have played in a few bands and thoroughly enjoyed being exceptionally mediocre, (well, nearly) ..whilst dreaming of greatness.

    I have been luckly to have owned some superb and rare instruments, in my time. A few years ago, I suffered a serious hand injury to my right hand, which left it half paralysed, but I still own a Yamaha 9000 Pro, and I am hoping that sometime in my retirement, I will have another bash. If you have never played an instrument: you really should put it on your bucket list.

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  4. I worked in the offices at Hicking Pentecost one summer and we used to go to the Nag's Head. One lunchtime, one of the managers left the pub ten minutes before the rest of us and later that afternoon couldn't be found. Eventually we found out that he'd walked out of the pub, got on the first bus that arrived and found himself in town with no idea who he was or why he was there. He checked the diary in his pocket and phoned the 'Home' number. His wife answered and took some convincing he wasn't joking that he had no idea who he was. One minute sat with us, the next, total amnesia. I have no idea if he ever went back to work there.

    You have no idea, DJB .... OR have you FORGOTTEN ??? :biggrin:

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  5. I remember a 'nightmare' winter evening in the early 1950's. In those days, pennies were generally known as 'coppers' and we were short of 'coppers' for the meter, so as on many other occasions, my mother sent me across the road to the shop armed with half a crown; for "some coppers for the meter".

    There were 2 white coated women, who decided to play dumb. They kept saying they did not understand. Over the next 20 or so minutes, I was buffeted back and forth between mother and these two white coated old trolls with the same message and return message. I thought it would never end. After more than 60 years I still get flash backs. ;-)

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  6. During WW2, in occupied Holland, the Dutch were starving and ate bulbs. It hasn't done them any harm as they are reputed to be the tallest nation in Europe .

    Not then, they weren't tall. They were actually the shortest in Europe, They have grown since stopping eating bulbs, apparently.

  7. The last time I rowed round the lake was with the wife and kids, in the drought summer of 76' The fantastic summer had produced a glut of water voles and they kept swimming to the boat to try to get in. Unfortunately, ignorance prevailed and we started thrashing at them think they were rats.We learnt to identify the difference after that. Since then they have become almost endangered. (probably still running away from the loony with an oar for a weapon.)

    Prior to that, the lake had always had a special place in my heart. Around 1954, my big brother was on leave from the navy and he always took me somewhere. One day we went to Highfields and he rowed round the lake. He was always my hero and it was pure magic for me. He passed away about 8 years ago, but I still remember that day as if it were yesterday, even down to the man who took the money and the allocated the boat.

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  8. the 118 ads with those two morons with moustaches... Rob Brydons hairy armpits on a cruse ... just as I am about to eat

    Whoever thinks that these ads will help?

    Various other ads that draw attention to sweat, smell, diarroeah, periods, ear wax, Veruccas, babies bottoms, constipation, etc., ALL at meal times.

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  9. One that used to make me laugh was for cigars: The bloke drives into a car wash, puts his money in the machine, the machine starts & as he starts to wind his window up the winder handle snaps off. He then sits there with a smug look on his clock & lights a cigar & then gets soaked, then a song says "happiness is a cigar called hamlet!". Why didn't he put it in reverse & back out? The silly bu**er..

    Gregor Fisher was excellent in those ads. I loved the one with the comb-over.

  10. I wonder how much of the fees these so called self loving, talentless, hypercritical, smarmy, tossers, that advertise these adverts begging for money, give to the product they are touting. these adverts all ways come on when you are sitting down for something ,to eat.. I think the first advert to hit the T.V screens was gibs sr tooth paste back in the 50s am I right,

    "so called self loving" ...?? I think you are right about the toothpaste ad, though.