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Fri 3 Sep, 2010.
by Queen Bee

 

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I liked going to the Doctors then, to be told sit down, relax, and have one of my cigarettes,

Those were the days...

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Those Were The Days

I wonder how many people watched Ena Sharples on a 12 inch screen in black and white (for the younger generation that was Coronation St)! What I want to know is where does Ken Barlow grow his Tree of Youth? Maybe it will be found in his garden one day with Ena’s hairnet hanging from a branch. Maybe he watered it with her MILK STOUT. Ah, those were the days…

I liked going to the Doctors then to be told sit down, relax, and have one of my cigarettes (I never had any), so it was handy for a hour’s consultation and I would buy 10 No6 on the way home. The Clippie on the bus lived next door to me, so I saved 4pence, got a wave from the driver as he was her husband, and spent that 4pence on a bag of chips for tea. Ah, those were the days…

Weekends we could buy a pink ticket called a “Red Rover”.

This would take you anywhere on a bus or train for the day. Yes, we had TRANSPORT!! No line closures, no delays, no engineering works, we went all around the world for 4/6. Ah, those were the days…

Sundays were the worst though. We had to be at church for the 11am Mass and lost count of how many times I had to pick Mother up after falling off her high heels in the rush to get there, which was hard for me, what with Mother being quite a big woman at the time and the two blisters as big as grapes I had on both heels through the “Sunday best sandals” on my feet. Most of the congregation staggered out the Pub next door, and many either fainted or were sick on their “Sunday best” after a 2hour mass. I got no better in the evening as it was winkles for tea. I always got into trouble for retching at the table – but it got worse – Land of Song on the 12inch. I thought for years all Welsh people sang under waterfalls or in streams.
For me the most confusing TV show was the Black and White Minstrel Show. I used to think there weren’t enough Black people in the country then that could sing! Ah, those were the days…

Oh how I miss weekly brown envelopes for wages, icy cold bedrooms, the tea trolley at work, civility, respect, and fear of your Parents…

Ah, those were the days…

 

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