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

Matching cheque book cover? i want one to go with my faux leather radio times cover. Not that I ever buy the radio times except at Christmas now. Or indeed ever use a cheque book.

I remember when during the 3 day strike BBC and ITV had to stop broadcasting early each night. They would take turns to switch off at 10 .20 and 10.30 respectively, so that the entire population wouldn't be switching on their kettles simultaneously. One night I was allowed to stay up to watch the TV closing down
I think at the time TV would normally have closed down around midnight anyway.
There was no morning TV but on a Monday morning at a certain time all the new ads due for broadcasting that week would be broadcast back to back as a preview.

Taping pop songs from the radio with a seperate tape recorder and external mike held up to the radio speaker, desperately trying to hit pause just at the right moment. The Spotify generation don't know how good they've got it.

'exWifebeginsat40
nobody believes me, but there was a freezer shop in our village that had actual penguins in the car park, in a white-painted concrete enclosure thing. they always looked sad.'

Are you from Essex?
This was real.

I remember so much from this thread: the ladybird plague in the hot summer of 76; Sugar sandwiches on a Friday evening after Fish and Chips from the chippy.; Milky coffee always at 11am with my Mum listening to Radio Manchester (which seemed to play even worse music than Chanson d’Amour). Also prices in the shops going up every day because of high inflation.

No central heating in our house in the north either! We had electric storage heaters installed but that may have been verging on the 80s.

Taping pop songs from the radio with a seperate tape recorder and external mike held up to the radio speaker, desperately trying to hit pause just at the right moment.

This! The agony when the blasted DJ started talking too soon!

Our phone was in the unheated hall - house high on a Scottish hillside - that kept calls short in winter. But we did have a phone in the 60s, different house, the only one locally and people would come in to make calls and leave coins to pay.

The older I get the more wistful I feel for the 'deprived' past, you can get too much of a good thing I think.

I'm reporting this thread.

Why?

Have I missed something?

It's too good to lose.

Margaret Life must have been different in London back then. Peppers? In the 70s? We had what grew in the garden in season and, yes, olive oil was something to cure earache. We were poor and had no central heating or colour telly - frost ferns on the windows of a morning which were very pretty, but I used to think a warm house was a strange luxury.

The sun came out every day during the school summer holidays except the one day my Dad would decide we would go for a spin to Mumbles. Froze our arses off, walked the length of the pier, had an ice cream and back home in just over an hour.

I lived in Brentford for a while in the 80s. But I was from the North so it seemed quite posh to me.

I was telling dd about being allowed to smoke on planes.

ursula yes! It needs to be saved!

We weren’t posh at all but my best friend was a bit posher (her mum was a teacher, mine was a school cleaner). It was her house that had the telephone stand, the piano and the Kenwood chef as well as a fitted kitchen in brown Formica with orange flowered tiles and a fireplace built of bits of stone with a gas fire.

They also had central heating which we didn’t have until 1980. We had a Rayburn ‘All night burner’ coal fire which might still give some warmth if we were lucky in the morning otherwise we’d get dressed in front of the electric fire.

Troy we’d be allowed 10p in pennies to spend in the Arcade by the pier - penny falls, horse racing and the old fashioned slot machines with the mechanical arm. Then be taken to see the old lifeboat across a very rickety bridge from the pier. I’d be to scared to look down between the gaps in the planks.

Just read the first few threads and had to mention Anne French, can still smell it now.
My dm had Camp coffee with the coffee shortage.
Summer of 76, we had iced tea, just black tea with mint and ice in it.

And yes, Tesco was looked down on
recording the charts from the radio, and also record songs from the radio generally, did that for years, just the middle of songs,
sugar sandwiches,
crisps and lemonade in the car park of the pub!

All the shops that are no longer with us - Chelsea Girl and C and A for clothes, Woolworths for pick and mix and looking at the records (too expensive to buy), Radio Rentals because our family could never afford to buy a TV . We had black and white only but our posher neighbours had colour that they had to put money into the slot in the back of the telly to pay for it. I remember watching Charles and Diana get married in their house (and I know we were are into the 80s now).

Almost all of our clothes were bought from the outdoor market. Everyone in school had the same design socks from the same stall. We didn't have a car so my parents used to share a lift to the supermarket with next door neighbours who did have one! Chocolate biscuits were for adults only and kept on a high shelf. Lots of things had to be bought from the corner shop when we ran out - very overpriced. I remember being sent to buy 2 eggs that I brought home in a paper bag, managing to smash one and being so upset because I knew there was a row coming at the waste of money.

The long hot summer of 76 when I got really badly sunburnt - I don't ever remember having suncream put on me when I went out, and we used to play out ALL day with no adult supervision whatsoever. We must have wandered miles. The annual village carnival was looked forward to all year, though ours was in September and it always rained.

TISWAS and Swap shop on Saturday morning but we kept switching from one to the other looking for the cartoons. Saturday afternoon a space programme - I can't remember the name of it - but one of the characters had amazing eyebrows and could turn into other things - people, aliens, animals etc - you would see it reflected in her eyes then she would change. Little House on the Prairie and the Waltons. The Sullivans about a wartime family in Australia, Crown Court if you were off school ill (almost never - you had to be on your death bed in our house to get a day off).

Wow! That was longer than I intended it to be!

No birthday parties, well maybe two, one girl invited the whole class to her house, it was such an event. I got her a bouncy ball, she didnt look impressed.
Not much TV for me, mornign tv was forbidden

I still think daytime tv is common.

No ITV either.
Yes, it feels wrong to have the TV on in the day still

Daytime TV - My mum who is 87 refused to put the TV on until 5pm.

I remember a rag and bone man coming round with a barrow - one family who must have been very poor used to see if he had any clothes or shoes but I dont remember feeling sorry for them. He also used to sell donkey stones for the front step which had to be done every week or your neighbours would think you were unclean

Oops - that should say my mum still refuses to put the TV on until 5pm

BestIsWest we didn't go in the arcade . We only lived 20 minute drive from Mumbles so you can imagine what a just over an hour trip out consisted of.

The arcade games you mentioned are still there and there's talk of the pier being opened up to the lifeboat station in the summer.

On the pier I only walked along one plank, being a skinny child I was afraid I would slip through a gap

I loved daytime telly. I quite often skived off in Form Six (we could, back then, without anyone caring) and watch CC and Open University.

There was a drama on too-not daytime but I think called This Year Next Year. I'd love to see that again.
Anyone remember Bouquet of Barbed Wire? Racy!

Saturday nights comprised Benny Hill, Morecambe and Wise and Generation Game (Brucie's version was the best).

And Saturday afternoons were not complete without Grandstand. And the late, great, oft-quoted David Coleman. .