Oztalgian

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  1. If price is not considered

    Single Malt Whisky - Glenmorangie Signet

    Blended Whisky - Johnnie Walker Green label

    Red wine - big bold shiraz - Chapel Hill The Vicar

    White - a waste of land that could be used for reds

    Beer - Guinness on draught

    Being more realistic

    Single Malt Whisky - Cardhu 12 year old

    Blended Whisky J&B Rare

    Red Wine - Langmeil Valley Floor Shiraz

    Beer - Coopers Sparkling Ale

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  2. Rob. L #68

    Reminds me of going to see Forest at Turf moor on bleak February winters day. It was snowing and we did the trip in a Triumph Mayflower with vacuum operated wipers, only an inch wide strip to see where you were going uphill and going so fast down hill you would think they would fly off. To top it all Forest lost 5-0

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  3. EileenH#13 and OrphanAnnie#19

    It is amazing how just a couple of words or phrases trigger long forgotten memories.

    The only reason I went to Sunday school was to go on the outing and it was nearly always Wicksteed Park and yes I remember those giant mountain slides and swings OH&S would be going looney today. The boating lake and little train was always a must do and then tea from the Pavillion.

    We used to make the journey in a Bedford OB single decker bus and for the life of me I don't remember why but recall the sign inside Coachwork by Duple?

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  4. Christmas was when we usually got a "big present". Two years really stick in my memory, one when I got a Flying Scotsman train set with automatic level crossing gates that I could not get near for my Dad and Grandad playing with it nearly all of Christmas day and the year I got a Trent Tourist bicycle with three speed Sturmey Archer gears operated by a twist grip gearchange, really cool.

    Yes Compo, Even today I have to take care to put the right garlands in the right places as the kids, all grown up now with children of their own, always make me change them if they are wrong. Some of the baubles are forty years old and have to be in the right place on the tree and it is always sad when you find that one is broken.

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  5. Mary1947,

    I know exactly what you mean about the light bulbs, I remember dad saying that the bulbs were

    connected in series and if one was "gone" then none of them would light up. So began the search for the dead bulb(s). Also remember the special bulb that made them flash on and off. I agree a long way from the programmable LED's we have today.

    We never had turkey in those days it was always a chicken that my granddad had fattened in his henhouse

    and after dinner fighting with my brother for the wishbone.

    We also had pork and I loved the crackling.

    I was always hopeful of finding a silver threepenny bit in the pudding

    Not being a lover of chocolate I used to look forward to the nuts which only seemed to appear at

    Christmas, Brazils, Walnuts, Hazelnuts

    Happy Memories

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  6. Just got back from visiting family interstate and find that we have had a planned interruption to our internet connection and that the so called "smart" TV's upon turning on decided to do a full scan of all free to air digital channels (47 found). I have just spent the last 2 hours getting rid of all the useless shopping, marketing, lifestyle and foreign language broadcast stations on both our TV's.

    Why can't the plonkers who program televisions and associated "boxes" use the opt-in methodology instead of pushing all this dross and then us having to waste our time opting out.

  7. #26 Merthyr Imp #27 MargieH

    Yes the reason that we used to stop was to find the horse shoes. I think there were three sets and as a kid it was an amazing distance between take off and landing.

    The other stop we used to make was the Boston Stump and for some reason I remember my dad telling me that there was 365 steps to the top.

    Can't remember seeing any notices about mines or barbed wire entanglements on the way to the coast in the late fifties.

  8. Apart from sneaking a swig from jugs of Shipstones that my granddad used to send be to the off licence for, ugh.

    My first real pint was Mansfield Bitter as a 15 year old whilst wagging school and playing snooker one lunchtime at the local Miners Welfare. I was caught by the headmaster who asked "What are you doing here?" to which I stupidly replied "Playing Snooker". If you think that I got the cane for this you would be wrong as I respectfully suggested to the headmaster that the school council might like to know where he spent his lunch hours.