Memorable stuff from your formative years

This s the only proper figurehead for a boy. Hernando De Soto! His face lights up when the lights are turned on after dark.

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In the UK Wolseley also sported , more discreetly , an illuminated car badge built into the Radiator grill ...

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.... the choice of manufacturer for many a Police Force when I was boy .... any colour you wanted as long as it was black ...

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... note the high tech warning system to speed through traffic ... a bell .
 
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RE: the original post. I don't know how I managed it because I am more than old enough to remember the era, but I genuinely had no idea that "Horror Bags" were a brand of crisps. Up to this point, I have gone through life thinking that it was just a nice piece of army slang for a packed lunch.

Come to think of it, I had no idea why Celtic supporters were called "Pacers" until a Glaswegian explained it to me. Maybe I have an implanted false memory of a happy childhood and I actually spent it locked in a broom cupboard like Carrie...
 
That and Racasan for the Elsan lavvy.

I remember these on the "bathroom" window sill. Tghe top was Pulle the to pup a
....Doing a Google search I can't help but think how many people must have been disemboweled by elaborate pointy metal figureheads ripping out their innards.


Also lethal were the old door handles, a sharp lever pointing forwards. Later had the ends turned in, then faired off, now mostly flush to the doors.
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This was really memorable at the time, although the pages did get a bit sticky.

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high tech warning system to speed through traffic ... a bell .
As fitted to Green Goddesses.

The GGs were manually operated: first time I used mine - in Leicester - the un-tanned/un-waxed leather strap snapped off =-(

Made no difference: many (most?) drivers in Leicester appeared to be both stone deaf and near-blind (some kinda tunnel vision) since they only noticed our Police escorts when the blues-and-twos were happening within about a foot of their vee-hickle, and the Old Bill in the left hand seat was vigorously jabbing a "Get The Fvckity Fvck Outta The Way You Dicksplosh!" hand signal at the otherwise oblivious civilian.
 
As fitted to Green Goddesses.

The GGs were manually operated: first time I used mine - in Leicester - the un-tanned/un-waxed leather strap snapped off =-(

Made no difference: many (most?) drivers in Leicester appeared to be both stone deaf and near-blind (some kinda tunnel vision) since they only noticed our Police escorts when the blues-and-twos were happening within about a foot of their vee-hickle, and the Old Bill in the left hand seat was vigorously jabbing a "Get The Fvckity Fvck Outta The Way You Dicksplosh!" hand signal at the otherwise oblivious civilian.
Vee hickle
Thanks I have never been able to say that proper till now. Awesome.
 
You know it might have been. Parkray was suggested earlier and I thought that was it but my addled old brain just can't cope. It had a glass windowed door and a knob on the side.

I need coffee!
Just a small correction: the windows weren't glass
You know it might have been. Parkray was suggested earlier and I thought that was it but my addled old brain just can't cope. It had a glass windowed door and a knob on the side.

I need coffee!
Just a small correction, the windows weren't glass they were mica, a clear mineral that forms in flat sheets. The reason they were fitted in strips was it's hard to get crystals big enough, but each cleaves easily into thin sheets.
 
What about the number plates mounted longditudaly on the front mudguard of motorbikes. Like a scythe if you got hit by one. And on the subject of chopper bikes that gear change lever was perfectly positioned to do you an injustice if you came to a sudden halt and slid off of the saddle.
I know from experience having had one in the 70's.
 
The screw-top Corona bottles were innovations to me, I remember Corona when it had ( I think) ceramic and rubber stoppers held in place by a metal clip type of thing which could be damaging to greedy little fingers. (I think Corona may have originally had the sort of pop bottle which contained a marble to hold in the fizz, but that was before my time.

Tizer, now, DID have screw top stoppers, but they were still ceramic and rubber.
Ah, now I know where the stoppers I sometimes saw on the ground during the late 1960s (which I dimly remember) came from.
 
Just got a pup (Lottie, bearded collie #3 for us - a delightful breed, let me tell you). #1 and #2 were fed on dried, latest is on raw meat, on advice from the breeder. Apparently science has moved on, and - funny old thing - dogs do better on good quality meat.

As per the erroneous thinking of the time, our cats were poorly fed to encourage them to hunt vermin.
Having broken loose from the family hole, when researching a proper cat diet the advice for bringing up and maintaining a good mouser involved feeding them like prize winning athletes.
My furry warband often eat better than I do, the sleek purring dealers in death!
 
RE: the original post. I don't know how I managed it because I am more than old enough to remember the era, but I genuinely had no idea that "Horror Bags" were a brand of crisps. Up to this point, I have gone through life thinking that it was just a nice piece of army slang for a packed lunch.

Come to think of it, I had no idea why Celtic supporters were called "Pacers" until a Glaswegian explained it to me. Maybe I have an implanted false memory of a happy childhood and I actually spent it locked in a broom cupboard like Carrie...
You are Harry Potter, and I claim my five Galleons.
 
RE: the original post. I don't know how I managed it because I am more than old enough to remember the era, but I genuinely had no idea that "Horror Bags" were a brand of crisps. Up to this point, I have gone through life thinking that it was just a nice piece of army slang for a packed lunch.

Come to think of it, I had no idea why Celtic supporters were called "Pacers" until a Glaswegian explained it to me. Maybe I have an implanted false memory of a happy childhood and I actually spent it locked in a broom cupboard like Carrie...
You know you are old when you remember Pacers when they were called Opal Mints, to distinguish them from Opal Fruits (I think called Starburst now).
 
Just a small correction: the windows weren't glass

Just a small correction, the windows weren't glass they were mica, a clear mineral that forms in flat sheets. The reason they were fitted in strips was it's hard to get crystals big enough, but each cleaves easily into thin sheets.
Mica, I believe.
 
Wicksteed - truly waving two fingers at Darwin and the Emperor at the same time.
Wicksteed Park was a favourite day out as kid. Chipped tooth off the swings, banged nogging from the dilapidated skate park, food poisoning from the hot dogs, grazed knees from slipping in all the goose shite down at the lake, what a brilliant place. Took my kids there when they were nippers, lets hope it's still there if they ever have kids too.

Shame if it was to go under due to Mao Tse Lung.

Oh, and it's the law that you have to go on the train at Wickies.
 

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