Things you'd love to do again that are gone

[suckingonchillidogs]

I loved the funfairs of the 1970s/80s - trying to win a goldfish in a bag by throwing darts at a card, the ghost train, big wheel, waltzers, chair-o-planes, stuffing my face with toffee apples and candy floss. The music would be blaring (and very cheesy - Bay City Rollers/Racey/Bucks Fizz) and you had to traipse over a muddy field to get there. I know you still get similar things but it's not quite the same. I'd love to relive a 70s Easter weekend at the fair! Anything you wish you could do again?

Oh where to start.

Grannie's kitchen with open fire, huge fireplace and mirror, armchair at each end and always a chicken on the table (hopping and pooping). There was a documentary about Jeremy Bamber not long ago and it took me back to that time (functional family) but same lampshades, wallpaper and general furnishings style.

The 80s. Velvet headbands, polka dot skirts, velvet frocks and low heeled court shoes with bows. 2CVs, Renault 5s and VW Golf's. Crocodile tears in Fulham, the Fox and Pheasant on the Kings Road, The Admiral Codrington and Barbarellas. And army ball after army ball, followed by Tory balls and charity balls and hot dogs and coffee in a plastic cup sobering up under Albert Bridge. Oh those were the days.

@DazzlePaintedBattlePants to be able to hang out with people we have lost would indeed be heaven.

What a lovely thread for us sentimental old souls.

SarahAndQuack I am so thankful my Nan is still with us so I have been taking my baby to see her every week and taking loads of photos. I feel so fortunate to be able to have these treasured moments in her house; I practically grew up in it myself.

I've been beaten to it but I'd love to be a teenager again going to see a gig at the Astoria.
Such exciting times!
Wandering round Camden market in the 90s and being astonished at the array of alternative clothing there was.

The Falmouth Duck sounds epic

@suckingonchillidogs

I loved the funfairs of the 1970s/80s - trying to win a goldfish in a bag by throwing darts at a card, the ghost train, big wheel, waltzers, chair-o-planes, stuffing my face with toffee apples and candy floss. The music would be blaring (and very cheesy - Bay City Rollers/Racey/Bucks Fizz) and you had to traipse over a muddy field to get there. I know you still get similar things but it's not quite the same. I'd love to relive a 70s Easter weekend at the fair! Anything you wish you could do again?

We still have the funfair, it hasn’t changed at all.

Have a cup of tea with my grandma and grandpa in their flat. I hate when people die. Much better on Futurama when they move old people to the Near Death Star

I'd love to drive my first car again. I loved that little Ford KA so much. I'd saved forever to buy a nice first car. I was so free using it in my first 'proper' job after graduating.

I have a lot more money now and have a big posh BMW but I've never loved a car since that KA!

@SarahAndQuack what is it about Nan's and geraniums? Mine used to grow them too and even though she's been dead 20 years the smell takes me right back to hiding behind her long lounge curtains.

I would love to spend one more day with my dog. She’d be young and healthy. We’d go for a walk on the beach and jump in rock pools. She died last year and I miss her so much.

Eat a Spira
Go to Blockbuster and rent an obviously terrible straight-to-video horror film
Cook poussins for supper (they seem to have disappeared)
Go to The Pier and dream of my beautiful incense-fragranced life when I was a grown up

Spend one more day with my mam and dad.

My youth.

@Nomoresmoresthensnores

Go clubbing at Bagleys or Turnmills then stay up until mid morning the next day in my friends house-share drinking tea and smoking fags before catching tube home. Never gonna happen again for so many reasons (not least that we are now all 50 or over, live far and wide, bagleys/turnmills and pretty much every other club got bulldozered some years ago and are now built on top of, and I don't smoke and can barely stay awake part Midnight). Happy happy days. I never realised how fleeting they'd be.

Oh yes to this vibe.

Go to a rave in a field, go to a mates big but small private party in a field, go to Nunka Nunka, The Gardening Club, Kinky Gerlinky or Garage City. Do all the pills, drive home via Scratchwood, put warm clothes on, drink tea, collapse in a giggling pile with flatmates or get straight to bed with my boyfriend, smoke a big fat blunt and sleep till 2pm Sunday. Get up, see various housemates in similar states of disrepair, smoke another J, have a bubble bath, go out for dinner at the local, decent Chinese with the boyfriend, home, curl up next to him and sleep a contented sleep.

My late teens and 20’s were awesome!

Getting up in a Saturday morning to watch Muppet Babies and Going Live. Then spend the afternoon with my mum watching old musicals. I’d no idea how precious those times were.

@FlappyFish

Play the original Crystal Maze that was upstairs at Maidenhead bowling alley.

Shop in Pilot and Bay Trading.

Go to the student union for a cheap night :)

Omg I used to love the crystal maze at Maidenhead! Is it still there? I went to school in Maidenhead but haven’t been back in almost 10 years. What a blast from the past

Staying at my grandparents flat. It smelled of a mixture of cigarette smoke, my Nan’s perfume and hairspray. My granddad would eat and pretend to enjoy the rather grey pastry jam tarts that I had made and then he and my Nan would let me play hospitals and wrap them up like mummies covered in bandages. They would let me stay up really late ( well until 10) and watch soaps which my mum hated and banned in our house.

Slide down the gravel pits in Cornwall.

Clearly my parents were super irresponsible taking us to do it. But it was always so much fun.

I found out years later mum would also use it as a way to ruin clothes of ours she hated

@Nomoresmoresthensnores

Go clubbing at Bagleys or Turnmills then stay up until mid morning the next day in my friends house-share drinking tea and smoking fags before catching tube home. Never gonna happen again for so many reasons (not least that we are now all 50 or over, live far and wide, bagleys/turnmills and pretty much every other club got bulldozered some years ago and are now built on top of, and I don't smoke and can barely stay awake part Midnight). Happy happy days. I never realised how fleeting they'd be.

Omg Bagleys, Ministry and Limelights were my go to nightclubs. I wish I could go back to those days - some of the best times of my life. Used to start the night at 11pm and drink and smoke until the sun was up. Then we’d get the night bus home to Elephant and Castle! These days I’m in bed by 11pm!!!

I'd love to go clubbing at Kelly's in the 90's with my best mates. Even if we couldn't find each other we always knew loads of people and met up at some point. Then dandering home via Shirley's dinner where the chips tasted amazing and we all smoked the remainder of our cigarettes before heading to my friend's house to pass out after so much dancing.

Friday night tea at grandma's: a ham barm cake (best butter), a vanilla slice from Kenyons, followed by a walnut whip. Only spoiled because, afterwards, I had to go for my elocution lesson with Miss Nuttall (in case I met the queen).
And just a few years later: all nighters at the Twisted Wheel fueled by whatever pills we could lay our hands on. Those were the days. And nights.

Student night at the Hacienda in Manchester circa 1989 - 1990 when it felt like Manchester was the hippest place to be. Going back on the bus afterwards to Fallowfield and picking up a kebab at Abdul’s before meandering back to our student house.

6th Form / Teenage nights out in my Home Counties town. Drinking cider in my friends bedroom with a gang of mates and snogging the boys we fancied. Before drinking more cider in the park. Carefree days.

Saturday evenings in the 1970s. Watching Dr Who (from behind the sofa) in our nighties and dressing gowns after a bath and sat by a roaring fire whilst my parents sank some wine.

Setting off on family holidays to «the Continent» there was no M25 so we drove through London from Hertfordshire - sailing past Big Ben and over the Thames on our way to Dover. Car roof rack piled high with suitcases strapped down with elastic.

So many things it’s hard to choose. But I’d love to have a night out in The Greyhound in Fulham Palace Road circa 1973.

Nightclubbing in Central Birmingham in the 80s. Very under age. No worries about ID, just a night out drinking wine and dancing. Not a care in the world.

I have so many , and it's lovely reading everyone else's.
I would love to go back to clubbing when I was about 17 early 00's . With my best girl friends one is no longer with us . I would dance with her til dawn . We would drink alcoopops and shots of Sambuca . Spoke menthol fags . Stay out til 5am then walk home . Sleep until mid afternoon then do it all again the next day .

I used to love wandering around C&A. Their teen brand Clockhouse was my favourite. I can still remember some of my favourite clothes from there.

I'd also love a night dancing in a club again. No worries about phone cameras or drink spiking - just hours of fun bopping around singing along to the songs.