According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the '60s, '70s and early '80s probably shouldn't have survived, since:
Our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based paint, which was promptly chewed and licked. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to play with pans.
When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip flops and fluorescent 'spokey dokey's' on our wheels. As children, we would ride in cars with no seatbelts or airbags - riding in the passenger seat was a treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle and it tasted the same.
We ate chips, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy pop with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.
We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no one actually died from this.
We would spend hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into stinging nettles a few times, we learned to solve the problem.
We would leave home in the morning and could play all day, as long as we were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us and no one minded.
We did not have Play stations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99 channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, and no Internet chat rooms. We had friends; we went outside and found them.
We played elastics and street rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt.
We fell out of trees, got cut and broke bones but there were no lawsuits.
We had full on fistfights but no prosecution followed from other parents.
We played knock-and-run and were actually afraid of the owners catching us.
We walked to friend's homes.
We also, believe it or not, WALKED to school; we didn't rely on mummy or daddy to drive us to school, which was just round the corner.
We made up games with sticks and tennis balls.
We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood.
The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law unheard of. They actually sided with the law.
Our generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have seen an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
Pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow as real kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good.
Consider this:
The majority of students in universities today were born in 1983.
They have never heard of "We are the World, We are the children", and the"Uptown Girl" they know is by Westlife not Billy Joel. They have never heard of Rick Astley, Bananarama, Nena or Belinda Carlisle.
For them, there has always been only one Germany and one Vietnam.
AIDS has existed since they were born.
CDs have existed since they were born.
To them, Michael Jackson has always been white and John Travolta has always been round in shape and they can't imagine how this fat guy could have been a god of dance.
They believe that Charlie's Angels and Mission Impossible are films that came out last year.
They'll never have pretended to be the A Team, the Red Hand Gang or the Famous Five.
They can't believe a black-and-white television ever existed and don't even know how to switch on a TV without a remote control.
And they will never understand how we could leave the house without a mobile phone.
Now let's check whether you're getting old:
1. You understand what was written above and you smile.
2. You need to sleep more, usually until the afternoon, after a night out.
3. Your friends are getting married/already married.
4. You are always surprised to see small children playing comfortably with computers.
5. When you see teenagers with mobile phones, you shake your head.
6. You meet your friends from time to time, talking about the good old days, repeating again all the funny things you have experienced together.
7. Having read this mail, you are thinking of forwarding it to some other friends because you think they will like it too...
Yes, you're getting older!!!!
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Orgasminator
I know I'm getting older, that's no reason to rub it in though.
Harry0
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Sex God
Oh dear :shock:
I answered yes to those questions. And I'm only 32. What is to become of me in another 10 years time? :shock:
I answered yes to those questions. And I'm only 32. What is to become of me in another 10 years time? :shock:
Orgasminator
I can still remember the taste of the lead paint... There must be something wrong with me 
Sex God
Having read this and other threads I know I am getting older so to shake it outa me, I am going up to the local gravel pits to sit on a piece of corrugated tin bent up at the front and launch myself off the top of a step hill and guess what?
I gonna do this without the need for a helmet, knee pads, elbow pads, counseling etc. If I get injured I will not be claiming against the quarry owners for failing to fence in their property or for failing to ensure there were no step gravel hills on which I could injure myself.
As the old song says....wish me luck as you wave me goodbye!!
I gonna do this without the need for a helmet, knee pads, elbow pads, counseling etc. If I get injured I will not be claiming against the quarry owners for failing to fence in their property or for failing to ensure there were no step gravel hills on which I could injure myself.
As the old song says....wish me luck as you wave me goodbye!!
Quote by davej
Having read this and other threads I know I am getting older so to shake it outa me, I am going up to the local gravel pits to sit on a piece of corrugated tin bent up at the front and launch myself off the top of a step hill !
Ahh Dave thanks for reviving the memory ...we used to do this on an old coal spoil heap. We discovered that if you laid other tin sheets down and then nailed them in an overlapping fashion using 6 inch nails to the heap you could form a sort of cresta run, then some really hairy speeds could be attained. One had to be really athletic to survive the thump at the bottom when the gradient changed from 50 % to zero. Oh and by pushing the limits .i.e. kneeling and even standing we discovered you could cause far more serious injuries. None left the arena without some lacerations as either the rider was derailed or the track disassmebled itself mid run but from memory 7 stitches worth was the worst of the injuries ....but rarely has so much blood been shed in the course of having so much fun.
Judy Wrote
Mum using a wash board and coal fires were both a pain.
So many memories for me here too . I have a coal fire now which I use regularly as I adore the atmoshpere it generates especially in a darkened room with the flames creating the most wonderfully animated shadows, there's nothing better than to back up to and warm your bum on a cold winters night,vivid are the memories of my dear old mum who used to hoike up her skirts and chat away whilst warming the very cockles of your heart with her laughter and stories while her own extremities were thawed on those snow covered days(who remembers snow?); and in homage to my late father, on xmas eve I chuck some steaks on the fire and slap em between some freshly baked and carved doorstops and recall my dad doing exactly the same . A coal fire painful ....(I know its personal) ...but never for me.
Sorry to take up forum space but I''ve just had a wonderful time reminiscing.
Hey older has its advantages you know .....all these memories for one , the wisdom to know we have so much more to learn and the experience to use what we have already learnt is not a bad place to be .(i'm 48 by the way ) Old? me ..........????
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Oh dear :shock:
I answered yes to those questions. And I'm only 32. What is to become of me in another 10 years time? :shock:
You become only 42 !!!
I do smile as I read all of those and think 'how true'
But I also think that it is our generation that enjoyed all that, which has spawned the current generation who have little or no respect for parents, the law and others. They are part of the compensation culture we never knew. So who do we blame now?Them for growing up that way? Us for bringing them up that way or others because we can?
Mal
:lol:
Sex God
Kinell dave hope youre not in my Quarry the HSE man will have my bollocks quote]
Ha!!!! too late warwick the tins on me roof rack and I am on the motorway heading for your direction. It will not matter a jot to the HSE, that a man of 45 was stupid enough to try and relive his child hood japes when he should have known better, it will be all your fault.
The accident book had better be available, you better complete the 'on line report' to the HSE, even though I havnt yet had an accident seeing as this is a dangerous occurance. Your internal reports better be done properly and you had better take statements and supporting evidence such as this thread, although if you do that, you will be accused of having prior knowledge and therefore you should have done another risk assessment, so your bolloxed there as well. Why the hell didnt you call in the swingheaven security team to guard the perimeter of your quarry. You knew there was a tank available, you knew there were uniformed officers available, you knew there were ladies that would twat him in the nuts with a baton, you knew there were ladies with basques that could have distracted him. No Warwick you are at fault, if you knew this guy was gonna come there and play.
No you cant claim that the twat should have shown more common sense at his age and that he should have realised, that falling off a sheet of tin at 30 miles an hour, whilst weighing in at fourteeen stone, would propel him forward into the sharp unforgiving gravel at a much faster rate than it did when he played the same way as a 14 year old with considerably less body mass and besides, why was the gravel sharp in the first place? surely your risk assessment would have identified the danger of sharp gravel coming into contact with soft flesh and given a rating high enough, for you to arrange for thousands of people to come on site and grind off the sharp edges.
No Warwick this whole sorry episode is your fault, before its happened and whilst Mr davej, has already pledged to not hold you responsible, Mrs davej will sue your arse. You and your company have robbed her of the love of her life, she is now an emotional wreck. She has felt suicidal and has contemplated hurling herself from a tall building since this incident didnt happen, so all you out there with something bigger than a bungalow, had better prepare otherwise you will be in the cart as well, because our children will sue your sorry arses.
(do you ever get the vibe that someone who has to deal with crap like this is pissed off)
P.S. This isn't a thread hi jack so can someone get it back on track. although if you do perhaps I can claim that you have rebuffed me and that my dignity is hurt and therefore I can sue you buggers as well
Ha!!!! too late warwick the tins on me roof rack and I am on the motorway heading for your direction. It will not matter a jot to the HSE, that a man of 45 was stupid enough to try and relive his child hood japes when he should have known better, it will be all your fault.
The accident book had better be available, you better complete the 'on line report' to the HSE, even though I havnt yet had an accident seeing as this is a dangerous occurance. Your internal reports better be done properly and you had better take statements and supporting evidence such as this thread, although if you do that, you will be accused of having prior knowledge and therefore you should have done another risk assessment, so your bolloxed there as well. Why the hell didnt you call in the swingheaven security team to guard the perimeter of your quarry. You knew there was a tank available, you knew there were uniformed officers available, you knew there were ladies that would twat him in the nuts with a baton, you knew there were ladies with basques that could have distracted him. No Warwick you are at fault, if you knew this guy was gonna come there and play.
No you cant claim that the twat should have shown more common sense at his age and that he should have realised, that falling off a sheet of tin at 30 miles an hour, whilst weighing in at fourteeen stone, would propel him forward into the sharp unforgiving gravel at a much faster rate than it did when he played the same way as a 14 year old with considerably less body mass and besides, why was the gravel sharp in the first place? surely your risk assessment would have identified the danger of sharp gravel coming into contact with soft flesh and given a rating high enough, for you to arrange for thousands of people to come on site and grind off the sharp edges.
No Warwick this whole sorry episode is your fault, before its happened and whilst Mr davej, has already pledged to not hold you responsible, Mrs davej will sue your arse. You and your company have robbed her of the love of her life, she is now an emotional wreck. She has felt suicidal and has contemplated hurling herself from a tall building since this incident didnt happen, so all you out there with something bigger than a bungalow, had better prepare otherwise you will be in the cart as well, because our children will sue your sorry arses.
(do you ever get the vibe that someone who has to deal with crap like this is pissed off)
P.S. This isn't a thread hi jack so can someone get it back on track. although if you do perhaps I can claim that you have rebuffed me and that my dignity is hurt and therefore I can sue you buggers as well
Bugger. Youre not wrong Dave..I can see them coming to get me...must think up an escape plan
Oh for the days when if you did something twatish (is that a real word?) it was youre own stupid twatish fault...I remember falling over as a kid and not suing the council for compensation...burning myself on a cup of coffee and not suing big Macs..actually come to think of it big macs didnt exist...oh those halcien days
Escape plan...escape plan..
Got it ill counter sue Mrfc for starting the thread
Yipee im free :lol: :lol: :lol:
(seriously Dave deal with this shit all day..pissed off really really pissed off somewhere in rural warwickshire)
Oh for the days when if you did something twatish (is that a real word?) it was youre own stupid twatish fault...I remember falling over as a kid and not suing the council for compensation...burning myself on a cup of coffee and not suing big Macs..actually come to think of it big macs didnt exist...oh those halcien days
Escape plan...escape plan..
Got it ill counter sue Mrfc for starting the thread
Yipee im free
:lol: :lol: :lol: (seriously Dave deal with this shit all day..pissed off really really pissed off somewhere in rural warwickshire)
Orgasminator
If I remember correctly a Twat is a pregnant Stickleback and I'm wondering what a twatish is :twisted:
To us as kids - summer holidays meant cycling 4 miles to the beach down back roads - having packed lunches so we could stay out from 9 am to 9 pm and no way of the parents knowing where we were in gangs of about 10 and always having someone who was a strong enough swimmer to pull the stupid one out who decided to swim once the incoming tide current got too strong round sausage island. I was 10!
Walking to my primary school was a 2 mile trek down a back road. Winter meant doing it in the dark and there was only one light - outside a house, half way down the lane.
The best fun was to be had by jumping out of the top of a 40foot high evergreen tree and allowing the branches to slow your progress to earth until you fell the last 4 feet onto your back and winded yourself and thought your spine was broken.
Near death experiences with fireworks and meeting cars coming the other way whilst you were laid flat on a skateboard were common.
Gravel rash had to cover at least 10% of your body surface to rate a "cool!" at school.
A really good hiding stayed as a vivid memory for at least 30 years (and counting!). I only got 2 - both deserved - and that was enough for me! Sitting down to tea was not an option!
A shopping trip for clothes was a full day trip to Chester (The nearest Marks and Sparks) 80 miles away and we set off at 6:00am to get there in time for the shops opening and did not get home until 9:00pm.... (God I hated those trips!)
The old set of tunnels in Bently wood (which nobody knew what they were for but we found a way in) meant walking around for up to an hour in pitch black and scaring the crap out of the younger boys.
Getting told off for scrumping apples by an old fella meant revenge when his cob nuts ripened - we knicked the lot (about 3 carrier bags full!) and scoffed em all! He knew who we were and never reported us!
Who says my boarding school education was a waste of money - best 7 years of my life!
My dad recounts that some of his mates (yeah, right dad!) used to get into a munitions dump and knick bundles of cordite which were like pencil leads, placing a cordite strip up someones drainpipe and lighting it so it went off with the whoosh of a bazooka and flames 6ft high came out the top of the drainpipe. If you got it wrong some poor sod in the bath got the cordite coming round the bend and the gases blowing the plug out of the bath and a scorch mark was left on the ceiling!
Bloody youth of today!
Walking to my primary school was a 2 mile trek down a back road. Winter meant doing it in the dark and there was only one light - outside a house, half way down the lane.
The best fun was to be had by jumping out of the top of a 40foot high evergreen tree and allowing the branches to slow your progress to earth until you fell the last 4 feet onto your back and winded yourself and thought your spine was broken.
Near death experiences with fireworks and meeting cars coming the other way whilst you were laid flat on a skateboard were common.
Gravel rash had to cover at least 10% of your body surface to rate a "cool!" at school.
A really good hiding stayed as a vivid memory for at least 30 years (and counting!). I only got 2 - both deserved - and that was enough for me! Sitting down to tea was not an option!
A shopping trip for clothes was a full day trip to Chester (The nearest Marks and Sparks) 80 miles away and we set off at 6:00am to get there in time for the shops opening and did not get home until 9:00pm.... (God I hated those trips!)
The old set of tunnels in Bently wood (which nobody knew what they were for but we found a way in) meant walking around for up to an hour in pitch black and scaring the crap out of the younger boys.
Getting told off for scrumping apples by an old fella meant revenge when his cob nuts ripened - we knicked the lot (about 3 carrier bags full!) and scoffed em all! He knew who we were and never reported us!
Who says my boarding school education was a waste of money - best 7 years of my life!
My dad recounts that some of his mates (yeah, right dad!) used to get into a munitions dump and knick bundles of cordite which were like pencil leads, placing a cordite strip up someones drainpipe and lighting it so it went off with the whoosh of a bazooka and flames 6ft high came out the top of the drainpipe. If you got it wrong some poor sod in the bath got the cordite coming round the bend and the gases blowing the plug out of the bath and a scorch mark was left on the ceiling!
Bloody youth of today!
:shock:
U think ur bad Blue..........im only 24!!! lolol
i didnt hav a new bike (which was a mountain bike, the latest 'thing' then) till i was 8, till then we (yes my siblings had to share a bike, not one each!), had my uncles hand me down chopper bike.
Now i see on the news the other month about the new 'improved' and very expensive chopper.
I nearly died of shock the other day. i was down the shop and a nipper (no more than 9 or 10) had a brand spanking new top notch nokia mobile and was showin it off to his mates. wtf?????
I hav some knackered barely usable thing, how these parents afford (or trust) their kids with that sort of thing i dont know!!
God i sound like a right old fart!
Well im off to find my sheepskin slippers, housecoat and curlers............
xx
U think ur bad Blue..........im only 24!!! lolol
i didnt hav a new bike (which was a mountain bike, the latest 'thing' then) till i was 8, till then we (yes my siblings had to share a bike, not one each!), had my uncles hand me down chopper bike.
Now i see on the news the other month about the new 'improved' and very expensive chopper.
I nearly died of shock the other day. i was down the shop and a nipper (no more than 9 or 10) had a brand spanking new top notch nokia mobile and was showin it off to his mates. wtf?????
I hav some knackered barely usable thing, how these parents afford (or trust) their kids with that sort of thing i dont know!!
God i sound like a right old fart!
Well im off to find my sheepskin slippers, housecoat and curlers............
xx
Sex God
i never had a bike of my own either till i was about 10, my sister and i had to share one, but we also had a pair of rollerskates... the type where u kept your shoes on inside them!!! 
and one would ride the bike,,, whilst the other held on to a skipping rope tied to the back whilst wearing the skates!
if we went home without one of us limping and bleeding, my mum would wonder what was wrong.
and no... i am not about 50, i am actually 24.... but just had a deprived childhood lol
and one would ride the bike,,, whilst the other held on to a skipping rope tied to the back whilst wearing the skates!
if we went home without one of us limping and bleeding, my mum would wonder what was wrong.
and no... i am not about 50, i am actually 24.... but just had a deprived childhood lol
Lololol!!!
Yep! that was us too, ah back in the day........................
I love a good ol' reminising session, me and my mates had one of those "Do you remember such-and-such telly programme" conversations the other day. It was so cool!
Ah Bagpuss, Button Moon, Rainbow, Peanuts, Herb Garden and the original Moomins..........
Quality viewing!!
Sod the tellytubbies, bring back Old Skool kids shows!!
Yep! that was us too, ah back in the day........................
I love a good ol' reminising session, me and my mates had one of those "Do you remember such-and-such telly programme" conversations the other day. It was so cool!
Ah Bagpuss, Button Moon, Rainbow, Peanuts, Herb Garden and the original Moomins..........
Quality viewing!!
Sod the tellytubbies, bring back Old Skool kids shows!!
Orgasminator
Quote by well_busty_babeMy rollerskates had metal wheels - yes honest it was just about the time rubber wheels came out. My Dad got me the metal wheeled ones cos those were the same sort that he had :cry:
... but we also had a pair of rollerskates... the type where u kept your shoes on inside them!!!
and one would ride the bike,,, whilst the other held on to a skipping rope tied to the back whilst wearing the skates!
if we went home without one of us limping and bleeding, my mum would wonder what was wrong...
thanks for the posting mrfc it made me smile and remember good times,i was definitely a child of my time-always up to something but never in sight or earshot. If anyone else can relate to this thread then i recommend a book called "Paddy Clarke Ha ha ha" it made me have some flashbacks and i thought i was gonna split my sides again for the laughs when i read your post over MrFc 
Sex God
And after Heathers spam rant how could we forget a time when spam was no more than a tasty snack as a fritter.
Sex God
ok!
as we are all being nostaligic... maybe someone can solve an ongoing argument i am having with my mate.
does anyone remeber the childrens tv program that had a man called rod, and his emu.
there was a witch called grotbags, and all the kids used to dance and sing.
everytime someone came to the house they would chant "theres somebody at the door, theres somebody at the door"
....the argument is .. was this program called "emus world" or "the pink windmill"?
i am sure it was called emus world.. but my mate is having none of it!
as we are all being nostaligic... maybe someone can solve an ongoing argument i am having with my mate.
does anyone remeber the childrens tv program that had a man called rod, and his emu.
there was a witch called grotbags, and all the kids used to dance and sing.
everytime someone came to the house they would chant "theres somebody at the door, theres somebody at the door"
....the argument is .. was this program called "emus world" or "the pink windmill"?
i am sure it was called emus world.. but my mate is having none of it!
Sex God
sigh!! i was sooo sure it was called emus world!!!!!
well... it will always be emus world to me!
i LOVED that show.. it was my ambition to be one of the kids who did the singing and the answering the door!
WBB (off to answer the door)
x
well... it will always be emus world to me!
i LOVED that show.. it was my ambition to be one of the kids who did the singing and the answering the door!
WBB (off to answer the door)
x
Sex God
ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
read the whole of the website... it WAS called emus world at one point!
:happy:
thanks kinky
xxxxxx
read the whole of the website... it WAS called emus world at one point!
:happy:
thanks kinky
xxxxxx
Orgasminator
He fell off his roof!
I wondered why I hadn't seen him on the tele (apart from the fact that I don't have a tele).
I wondered why I hadn't seen him on the tele (apart from the fact that I don't have a tele).
Sex God
Quote by JQL
He fell off his roof!
I wondered why I hadn't seen him on the tele (apart from the fact that I don't have a tele).
and if HE hadnt of had one.... we wouldnt have fell of his roof!
oooh hindsight!
Quote by well_busty_babe
and if HE hadnt of had one.... we wouldnt have fell of his roof!
oooh hindsight!
An insight would do here hun, let alone hindsight........ :roll:
What were you doing on his roof???????????
I'se is a bit cufuzed!
:? :? What ever goes on in that woman's mind?
:wink: :wink: Fred
Sex God
Quote by FredFlintstone
and if HE hadnt of had one.... we wouldnt have fell of his roof!
oooh hindsight!
An insight would do here hun, let alone hindsight........ :roll:
What were you doing on his roof???????????
I'se is a bit cufuzed!
:? :? What ever goes on in that woman's mind?
:wink: :wink: Fred
i seem to have got mixed up with my Hs and Ws.
its only because i was sooo excited to find out i was right!
and BTW fred... u REALLY dont want to know what goes on in my mind!
:wink:
