A happy memory photo for the more mature MN poster

[MargaretOfAnjou]

Not the real Hovis lane ...,but just as emotive.

Grab your loaves and remember happy carefree 1970's days gone by.

#derbyshire

@AwkwardSquad Great disturbed minds, etc.

Thank you for posting a photo of TWC so I didn't have to. I leave you with this gentle offering instead...

@BestIsWest where did you get that private classified photo of me?

Rissoles. I loved them. I wish someone would make them again.

@thenightsky nothing wrong with homemade.

My most best satin jump suit ensembles home made... on my mums machine

They also used to go to a garage where you got smurfs

I knew dh was "the one" when I went to stay with him at his mum's house and he showed me his smurf collection. Once we got married and had kids I dug my smurf collection out of my mum's loft and the kids got a double lot from us!

To go alongside the rented phone, what about the snazzy telephone book with a little slider that you moved up or down to the correct letter, then pressed a button (I think?) and the hinged lid popped up to reveal the right page of names & numbers! Woohoo!

I may be wrong but I think there were Green Shield stamps (green) and then separate Co-op stamps which were blue?

Anyone else remember Table Creams?

As well as the telephone directory with the slidey bit we also had a leather cover for the radio times.

@MyOtherProfile are you you poster in AiIBU who is having an EA with papa smurf?

You are right about the stamps itsinthespoon. I believe greenshield stamps became Argos.

I still have one of those telephone books. If you were really posh, you had a mahogany and velour telephone seat in your hallway.

Think the hovis ad was filmed in Clovelly. I Remember ice on inside of windows, going to bed in our coats. Power cuts, lived in a mining village, in the north. Mum made all our clothes. Two new dresses a year. Made our coats from adult ones she got at the jumble sale.
Watching Sweeney, Avengers, Bodie & Doyle. Mum knitted me a Starsky cardigan. God I thought I was the bees knees. Hard but simpler times.

and no stabbings or daily blood shed

Really? Not for me, as someone who grew up in ‘murder capital of Europe’ Glasgow in the 70s 😂

I thought the Hovis ad was Gold Hill in Shaftesbury. Funny how we all remember different.

MyOtherProfile and BestIsWest we were not as posh as you!! No leather cover for our Radio Times, no special telephone seat.... we had a little moneybox by the phone which we kids were supposed to put money in towards our calls (never did) and my dad would often come on while I was on the phone and mouth “come on” or, increasingly irately, “get off that phone” 😂

*come in, not come on

@MyOtherProfile "As well as the telephone directory with the slidey bit we also had a leather cover for the radio times."

Goady stealth boast! You and yr faux leather radio times cover ...,

We had a mahogany table with a sewing machine hidden in it and a slim line greenish vomit coloured telephone on the top .... so there!

We weren’t posh at all! We shared a party line with the old lady next door but one. I’d be dying to phone my friend to discuss The Oregon Trail or Starsky and Hutch and she’d be in the phone to her daughter for hours. I only say plush velvet seats in other people’s houses. Usually they had pianos too.

And Kenwood chefs

@Amortentia im sorry that you are Scottish 🌱. Heather emoji & shiz!

Remember Brentford Nylons?
Brushed nylon sheets, pillowcases and nighties? If you rolled over in bed you could set off sparks!

I was pregnant with my eldest in 1976. It was a looong summer. Then the government appointed a Minister for Drought and it rained non-stop

I miss Terry Wogan

@exWifebeginsat40 we don't believe you. liar!

@Howyoualldoworkme

I don't know Brentford Nylons but i heard of them. They used to adverse on capital FM breakfast show when i was little. I remember my mum dressing me for primary sch in the kitchen and hearing the adds on the radio.

When i was older i passed through Brentford everyday , twice a day for 6 yrs, on my way to sch. Never saw no Nylon shop !!!

No party bags to take home from children’s parties - just a piece of birthday cake in a paper napkin, plus any little prizes from the games.... Nearly all the parties were at home, with games like pass the parcel, musical statues, musical bumps, the chocolate game (from memory I think you sat all in a circle. Took turns throwing a dice. When you got a 6 you had to put on some dressing up clothes, then cut up and eat a big chocolate bar with a knife and fork one chunk at a time - meanwhile the others were still passing round the dice so you had to be as fast as possible, because suddenly the shout of 6! would go up, so you had to stop and let the next person have their go), Kim’s game (look at a number of items on a tray, it then gets covered up and you have to write down as many as you can remember) etc.

are you you poster in AiIBU who is having an EA with papa smurf?
I don't think so but lemme go check

Goady stealth boast! You and yr faux leather radio times cover
Faux leather? Embossed with a lion actually. We were extremely posh. Obvs.

And Kenwood chefs
Does the fact that I still have one of these prove that I am still extremely posh?

I inherited a Radio Times faux leather cover plus matching chequebook cover from mother.

I can't believe you had phones, you posh lot!

Most people I knew didn't have a phone, car or central heating.

We got our first car when I was 15. A Vauxhall Viva. It was ten years old when we got it. I learned to drive in it.

Everything in the 70s seemed to be brown or orange, seen through a fug of cigarette smoke.

Am loving this thread and op, give your mum a hug from me, I miss my parents sooo badly.