Thread: Do you remember?

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Originally Posted by david44

Originally Posted by SKkin

Yep I'm so ancient it was delivered by horse and chariot in Ireland (well nag and trap) In London the had silent electric Milk "floats' like golf mobiles the Milkman had boys to speed up delivery and had a small range of extras!,Last saw one about 20 years ago, Wellingto NZ met Mary in the Dairy bit that's NSFW

Edinburgh was serviced by horse and cart milk deliveries, the last one stopped in 1985
I loved that old Clydesdale horse "Hector" that serviced Fountainbridge.

Sean Connery worked as a milkman in Edinburgh on a horse and cart in the 50's
(The milk was shaken but never stirred)

I remember the last early morning the horse and cart came along Warrender Park Terrace. My flatmate and i stayed up to go and say goodbye to him!! I had a room at the front and loved to hear him clopping along!! They retired them well, to a place where they could paddle in the sea!!

When the streets of London were indigenous and keep wonderfully wog/faggot free

Remember all the birds in Trafalgar square
old days


these days

^^ Jeezus. That bunch in the top photo certainly have on faggoty looking outfits for your faggot free environment. Seen men dressed like that down on Castro in San Francisco.

That picture doesn't do anything for me , Misskit.
Glad I have had breakfast though..

Originally Posted by DrB0b

unjailed Christian Brother's

Plunkett award due

Originally Posted by DrB0b

horse and cart

I was not unfamiliar with such sights in my locale when I was young(1960s-70s)...a little bit different circumstances though.





My grandparents put out their small dairyfarm's milk output in these:



The milk cans were stored in a "milkhouse" in a big concrete bathtub looking thing with large blocks of ice to keep the water cold until the milk truck came for pickup.

Those were the days...

Originally Posted by david44

Originally Posted by DrB0b

unjailed Christian Brother's

Plunkett award due

I was lured by the rocking horse,
Sweets and the bualadh bos,
Fifty wild boys to a room.
Sing lámh, lámh eile, the dish ran away with the spoon.
Black shoes and stockings for those who say don’t.
Blue is the colour outside.
God made the world,
The snake tempted Eve and she died.
Wild Christian Brothers sharpening their leathers,
Learn it by heart, that’s the rule.
All I remember is dreading September and school.

CHORUS
And they made me for better or worse,
The fool that I am or the wise man I’ll be.
And they gave me their blessings or curse.
It wasn’t their fault I was me …
Not the one that you see.

The priest in confession condemns my obsession,
With thoughts that I do not invite.
I mumble and stutter,
He slams down the shutter,
Goodnight – (Good night to you too, Father!)
Stainless as steel,
Lord, you know how I feel,
Someone shoot me while my soul is clear.
I don’t think I’ll last,
But my vow to abstain was sincere.
Arch-confraternity men to the fight,
Raise up your banners on high.
Searching for grace,
Securing my place,
When I die.

CHORUS

Oh God, he kept a very close eye on me,
Hung round my bed in the darkness, he spied on me,
Caught me in the long grass so often, he died on me….

Ballrooms of romance in Salthill or Mallow,
I stood like John Wayne by the wall,
Lined up like cattle, we wait to do battle and fall.
You can’t wine and dine her in an old Morris Minor,
So ask her before it’s too late.
I danced on girls’ toes – accepted rejection as my fate.
Drink was my saviour, it made me much braver,
But I couldn’t hold it too well.
I slipped on the coach and ruined my approach as I fell.

CHORUS

Had a red one..loved it.....in retrospect it was fkig ugly

My first (driveable) car, in 1981, was a 1951 Humber Hawk, in great condition. $500 well spent.

I left it with a mate to go back to Fiji and it ended up in the demolition derby. Bastard!

Did those Vauxhall-hillmans-cortina pommy shitboxes not come with a drivers side
rear view mirror,was it a optional extra,if it was,wonder they did not charge for the steering wheel too.

English a forward looking race, the backward were sent upside down

The British. A people who invaded half the world, subjugated and enslaved local populations, exploited their resources, bragged about how Britain was so great, how much better and superior English culture and way of life was... and then got mad when those people followed them home.

Haven't come across a bigger bunch of whinging wankers yet.

You reap what you sow cunts. Live with it.

Originally Posted by Door Knob

The British. A people who invaded half the world, subjugated and enslaved local populations, exploited their resources, bragged about how Britain was so great, how much better and superior English culture and way of life was... and then got mad when those people followed them home.
.

Well can you blame them, cheeky bloody nig nogs.

Originally Posted by david44

English a forward looking race

not English I didn't say generous tho they did give the world Football

We have the superior occupants of the Isles to thank for Whiskey, Golf and the Taffia the Dave;s invented the Mike natural slection and lava bread while the Jocks gave us Tarmacadam, Dennis the Menace and TV.Animal Cloning witness Begbie.

Ireland as well as convicts has furnished teh universe with drunken priests, shinty and literature and the Limerick.

I realize none of these compare to Pla Raaa or tying a bag of Offal with an elastic band with 32 loops in a trice.

Interestingly I've seldom met a chap so nationalistic he wouldn't have a crack at an exotic hottie

Originally Posted by david44

Nostalgia aint what it you to be...

LSD

I remember when posting pics was a real pain in the ass, all that photobucket hosting crap and pasting links bullshit

Originally Posted by david44

Nostalgia aint what it you to be

Typing on a real typewriter
Payphones push button B ....
Packets of 5 ciggies, given on airlines
Tiffin
5 Boys
Milk Motoring?

F*ck.

You remember getting mail by Pony Express.

Originally Posted by Cold Pizza

You remember getting mail by Pony Express.

remember I was the ostler

Originally Posted by Cold Pizza

Originally Posted by david44

Nostalgia aint what it you to be

Typing on a real typewriter
Payphones push button B ....
Packets of 5 ciggies, given on airlines
Tiffin
5 Boys
Milk Motoring?

F*ck.

You remember getting mail by Pony Express.

I remember writing. (as opposed to typing)

I remember drinking the Cool Aid.

Originally Posted by Cujo

Originally Posted by Cold Pizza

Originally Posted by david44

Nostalgia aint what it you to be

Typing on a real typewriter
Payphones push button B ....
Packets of 5 ciggies, given on airlines
Tiffin
5 Boys
Milk Motoring?

F*ck.

You remember getting mail by Pony Express.

I remember writing. (as opposed to typing)

I remember Poste Restante -
having post sent to a post office, where you would go to collect it , when abroad