Looking back fondly, mostly, to when I were a lad, I got to thinking about things that have changed. I dont mean the huge advances in medicine, electronics, cars and stuff, but the little things in life.
I have to say that I think todays beer is far better, and what a choice. But when you have had your beer and are staggering off to the chippy......... well thats a big change. Fish and Chips from the newspaper, and you could smell the vinegar half a mile away. Nowadays, put vinegar on em and you cant even taste it, watered down maybe.
Take the kids to the sweetshop. When I were a lad, there was a vast array of delights in those rows of jars, todays offering is either all chocolate or Haribo (yuk!) Whatever happened to Coltsfoot Rock, and Chewing Wood, Tins of Imps and Sherbet Dabs.
Who can remember Kunzle Cakes which became Lyons Showboats. When I were a lad, my grandmother used to buy a box daily........from the Co-op so she got her dividend.
Going to Clobber for some clothes to go on the pull in, and then Burtons for a suit when a marriage was required. When I were a lad, her dad was bigger than me
When I were a lad, I didnt have todays slippers to play football in. I could unscrew the studs in my football boots and use them as hiking boots. And I kid you not, the first pair of shoes i had to go to school in were clogs, proper Lancashire sparking clogs, which my parents vehemently deny. The photos dont lie.
When I were a lad we went to Butlins and i was forced into a fancy dress competition in a Robin Hood suit made by my mother. It was made of green crepe paper, and on the journey from our hut to the hall, the heavens opened. My crepe paper suit melted and turned me and my grundies a wierd shade of green. My grundies and a pair of Clarkes sandals were all that remained, even my bow went soggy and limp. But when I were a lad, nobody had heard of the man from Atlantis, or the Hulk, so I lost and scarpered back to the hut with the sound of the audience wetting themselves in my ears.
When I were a lad, my mother couldnt afford much in clothes, so she knitted most of it. Unfortunately, she never heard of Cashmere and used something rather akin to barbed wire. Took a while to figure where the rash kept coming from.
When I were lad, my mother used to lather me in Vic Rub at night. To this day I cannot stand the smell of it. Mind you, I cant stand the smell of Cabbage, Caulie or Sprouts either. These devil foods used to appear at every meal and I wasnt allowed to leave the table until I had eaten it. And coming from a family that thought tripe was a delicacy, no wonder my taste buds are ruined.
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