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?

@BeKind2022

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.

Oh my - that's taken me back!

Except my Fallowfield post-clubbing junk food venue of choice was the Canadian Charcoal Pit. Or, at a push, Pizza Champion.

Happy days.

I'd love to go to the Coronet in Peckham again and just go back to a London that hadn't had most of it's soul gentrified out of it.

Go to my old school and into my old classrooms (some bits have been knocked down). See the little pond that has long been filled in.

Go to the old fashioned cake shop by my moms old house.

Lots of old shops and shopping centres that are now long gone. So many childhood memories from Christmas shopping on the high street to popping into the paper shop on a Sunday morning and buying a quarter of sweets.

Sit in my aunts kitchen and hear her funny stories.

There used to be a website where you could send out virtual messages in a bottle and also drag others to shore to read other people's messages.
It was around the early 2000's.
Have googled extensively but I cannot find any reference to it what so ever.
Also yes to C and A clothing I still remember a purple reversible bomber jacket I got there at around the age of 12. Best warm thing I had as a teenager.

@cluelesscountrycnut

Wake up at my parents house as a teenager on a Sunday. Coming downstairs as a hungover teenager to have my mum in the kitchen all day cooking breakfast then baking cakes for the lunches all week before starting the big dinner. Meanwhile my dad was always tidying the garden and doing odd jobs on his only day off. We'd also have a stream of family popping in for a visit coffee and at some point I'd be given money to walk to the shop and pick up the Sunday papers. My parents are still here and it good health and we often spend weekends there but it's not the same now I've my own kids. Think I also realise now just how lucky I was to have such an upbringing.

I’m not sure you’d want to have been your mum though?

It's not exactly gone (in as much as they still exist) but I'm constantly sad that I'll never read a new Harry Potter book again. I remember queuing up at midnight to buy Half Blood Prince, and then staying up all night to read it (I wasn't a kid - I was probably about 22 at the time 🤣🤣)

Spend time with my family members, in particular Grandparents and my Dad who have passed away.

@ClariceQuiff

Walk down Birnbeck Pier. Went there countless times as a child and played the 'old penny' slot machines before nagging my parents for an ice-cream in the pavilion, which was hung with purple velvet curtains and always smelled of stale beer.

Sadly, the pier has long-since been closed to the public and is slowly disintegrating.

I believe that Birnbeck Pier is going to be refurbished>

Laser tag arena. I was champion for 3 months :)
indie night clubs that were about dancing and live music.

I would love to go back to the time when l lived alone and just used to see my now DH 4 times a week and it was all so exciting when he came over and stayed the night.
Am so happy with my life with him and DD but that was just magical because l had my independence.
Having a child has changed the dynamics but l wouldn't be without either of them.

Congregating at a friends house with a bottle of red before going to the alternative pubs and clubs in 90s.

Happy bloody days. Seemed to last for ever.

I'd love to go back for a night.

I would love to be able to take my kids on professor burp's bubble works ride at Chessington. I can honestly smell it right now.

I’d love to go back to when I was about 12 or 13 having everything done for me at home, always something delicious cooking and mum at home, brilliant telly when I got home from school, no stress, and the feeling that my life was all about to begin as a teenager. This would have been the mid 90s and there was such optimism in the air.

I'd love to go play in big Biba again.. just me and my brother, running around the childrens floor by ourselves, while my dad was at work there.
It was like being in wonderland..

I'd also love to go back to a Summer night, dancing in a field with my mates, to a great sound system and 100 other happy people

@Pliudev

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.

Where did you grow up? Barm cakes and Kenyon's sounds very familiar!

'10's' nightclub in Exeter . We were about 16 and out every single Saturday night. No one ever got id'ed unless you looked and dressed particularly young even then the bouncers would only ask your age and you'd give them a memorised birthdate - job done!

Pissed on pernod and black or lager then into an after party at someone's house.

Walking home half cut talking to the donkeys in the field at the beginning of my besties estate then into her nan's house as we couldn't go back to hers at 6 am. I lived in the middle of no-where so it was always back to hers

Fell asleep on the floor in front of the fire earring Mars bars and waking up after a few hours with her Nan cooking us breakfast.

I'm 50 now and those days are long gone ( she's a Nan herself to 5 grandchildren ) but I remember them so very well and we didn't have a care until the world.

Funnily enough she also bought her nan's house after she died and when I visit Topsham it takes me back to when we were young. We have far more civilised bbq's in her garden now

Spend the weekend or half term with my Polish grandparents in London, going to the big library to borrow books you didn’t get back home, have cottage cheese on toasted rye bread and that thick Polish plum jam at supper time, and something about the sheer reassurance and comfort of the overnight stay.

So much Cycle round to my Nan and grandads house on a Sunday morning, go out on a Friday night and roll home sometime on Sunday, feel safe walking alone or on public transport, visit the long-closed record shop where I spent half my earnings in my teens and twenties.

Tell my mum I love her and ask about her life.

Glad to hear my memories bring a smile to those with similar..
If you were a clubber in the 90s and early 2000s then they really were the absolutely best of times. If you weren't then you can't understand and never will (not saying you didn't have your own best of times...just you won't get the absolute magic or camaraderie of clubbing then). Sadly yes it was hugely related to ecstasy... so pretty hard to explain or justify to our teen children!
The clubs are all gone. But in some ways maybe they are better off preserved in our memories.

1990- 17, slim and full of energy. All night sessions at the Mayfair in Newcastle. Dancing in Trillions. Pizza from the Bigg market.

The Astoria - bastards knocked it down

Have a family Christmas when I was in primary school, with all my grandparents were still alive as were my aunties and uncles.

Have one of the epic family parties that were held on my Dad's side once every year when everyone would congregate at someone's house, all members of the extended family.

Have one of our uk camping holiday days from when I was a young teen. We met all the same people every year on holiday for the same 2 weeks and had a blast roaming the site, climbing the rocks and fishing, swimming and going to the evening entertainment. Happy days indeed.

Going out to Martines nightclub in East Grinstead with my sister, then walking home with a veggie burger while we giggled and shushed each other, causing more giggles. So much fun, and I miss how close we were. We're still close, but not quite the same now

Also, nights at my Nans, cuddling with my nan and her dog Dozy and watching the two Ronnies, , she died when I was 18 and I think of her every day and I'm now 51. RIP nanny Lil ❤️