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Living, learning, growing up in the darkest, greyist part of the West Midlands, loads of strikes, unemployment, grafitti, proper snow, riding bikes with no brakes with coats on out heads, eating un-healthily and still being fit as a fiddle, never having a day off school from illness, fighting with nearby schools, chasing pretty girls, running away from ugly ones, leaving school, joining forces, going to war,coming home from war, leaving forces. From that day on my memories are the same as everbody elses!

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Anyone remember clackers....two rock hard balls on the end of string, the challenge was to clack them together moving your hand up and down with the string...nearly always ended up nearly taking someone's eye out or bashing your fingers....

 

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I love how reading someone else's memories trigger other ones!

 

This made me remember me and my sister messing around in her bedroom pretending to be models so she could use her new camera. Or when we used to dance around to the Fame LP!

 

That's so true... girls hanging around each other's home and putting mum's make up ;-)

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I remember long hot summers playing under the sprinklers and then water bans; sherbet and flying saucers, half penny sweets, 3 channels on television, watching black and white movies on a Saturday afternoon, rah rah skirts and pedal pushers, playing outside with skipping ropes for hours on end, choppers and bmx bikes, old fashioned roller skates, holidays in Spain, driving to the south of France listening to Simon and Garfunkel, flares and platforms, not having a phone even at home, eating sweets and drinking cream soda at the back of the club in my sleeping bag whilst my parents and family danced the night away!

 

Probably showing my age now :chatterbox:

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I remember long hot summers playing under the sprinklers and then water bans; sherbet and flying saucers, half penny sweets, 3 channels on television, watching black and white movies on a Saturday afternoon, rah rah skirts and pedal pushers, playing outside with skipping ropes for hours on end, choppers and bmx bikes, old fashioned roller skates, holidays in Spain, driving to the south of France listening to Simon and Garfunkel, flares and platforms, not having a phone even at home, eating sweets and drinking cream soda at the back of the club in my sleeping bag whilst my parents and family danced the night away!

 

Probably showing my age now :chatterbox:

 

Yep you look far too young to know about flares.... :)

 

Great memories Lou..

 

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I remember asking Father Christmas for one of these...

 

image.jpg....obviously didn't ask for Rolf Harris in me stocking just the stylophone....zzzzzzzzzzzzz

 

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I don't have any.

 

No, seriously, I find it really difficult to remember anything. My son was asking me about my RAF days (he knows I worked on Maritime recon planes and with all this stuff about the missing plane wanted to know about my experiences). I dragged a box out that I literally haven't opened for 10+ years and there were photos of me in places I had absolutely no recollection of. I'm not just talking mundane stuff either, there was a shot of me on the Space Needle in Seattle and although I know I've been I can't remember anything about it. There are massive chunks of my life that are just missing, mostly from about last Tuesday back to birth!

 

I can tell you about my history but I can rarely describe it, I just don't remember.

 

Hey Porty, sounds like a clear case of alien abduction whilst involved in a RAF conspiracy, if you ask me. :eek:

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when I was about three the phone rang and a perv asked me what colour my knickers were- I said hold on and I will check! funnily enough he had hung up when my mum took the phone off me but don't you think that was a great response! haha! freakin perv!!

 

I remember taking a phone call when I was little and my mum had just popped over the road. This guy asked me if I was a boy or a girl. I replied, " A monkey" and then put phone down. My mum said I hade done really well. I remember feeling very proud of myself.

 

I also had an encounter with a creepy man in a park. He asked me and my friend if we wanted to see his puppy (seriously, did all purves use the same lines?). My friend said yes and started to follow him. I told her gruffly that we should not follow. I made her walk away and I told the lolly pop lady.

 

When I got older as a teenager I remember a rainy day, walking next to my friend and the umbrella pulled down low. We saw someone walking down the street towards us on the pavement. We could only see his feet but as he got closer we could see his knees, then thighs, etc. He was wearing a pair of dungarees but the chest flap hanging down and his knob was hanging out. What the hell???? We just laughed at him and called him a dirty Git. He didn't bat an eyelid.

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This for me encapsulates the seventies....

 

'Abigail's party' with Alison Steadman as Beverly....

 

 

 

 

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I remember taking a phone call when I was little and my mum had just popped over the road. This guy asked me if I was a boy or a girl. I replied, " A monkey" and then put phone down. My mum said I hade done really well. I remember feeling very proud of myself.

 

I also had an encounter with a creepy man in a park. He asked me and my friend if we wanted to see his puppy (seriously, did all purves use the same lines?). My friend said yes and started to follow him. I told her gruffly that we should not follow. I made her walk away and I told the lolly pop lady.

 

When I got older as a teenager I remember a rainy day, walking next to my friend and the umbrella pulled down low. We saw someone walking down the street towards us on the pavement. We could only see his feet but as he got closer we could see his knees, then thighs, etc. He was wearing a pair of dungarees but the chest flap hanging down and his knob was hanging out. What the hell???? We just laughed at him and called him a dirty Git. He didn't bat an eyelid.

 

Good post but didn't really want to press the 'like' button if you know what I mean. Where did you say that you lived again when you were younger? Sounds a real pervy place, Wolverhampton possibly? Good job the police weren't involved, imagine being asked to supply a description of the offender, that would have been tricky....

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Looking at your new piccy Pea you remember 70s children's TV programmes. Mary, Mungo and Midge was a favourite of mine.

I loved that show. You are the only other person who has ever said they remember it. I always thought Mungo was a cool name for a dog when I get one. The other show I was mesmerised by was Mr Ben. I loved the fantasy adventures and how mysterious the shop keeper was who had all this magic but always stood so still in his little Fez hat. Bag Puss and Finger Mouse, Pipkins with Topoff the monkey and Octavian the bird!

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Good post but didn't really want to press the 'like' button if you know what I mean. Where did you say that you lived again when you were younger? Sounds a real pervy place, Wolverhampton possibly? Good job the police weren't involved, imagine being asked to supply a description of the offender, that would have been tricky....

 

Yes, does sound rather a concentration of perves but it was over a long time. My first pervy memory was when I was at pre-school sitting down drinking my milk out of a tiny glass bottle. This boy next to me nudged me and pointed under the table. He had his willy out and took great delight in showing it to me. I was disgusted at what it looked like (had no idea what to expect) and gagged up my milk. Maybe he grew up and bought a pair of dungarees.

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I loved that show. You are the only other person who has ever said they remember it. I always thought Mungo was a cool name for a dog when I get one. The other show I was mesmerised by was Mr Ben. I loved the fantasy adventures and how mysterious the shop keeper was who had all this magic but always stood so still in his little Fez hat. Bag Puss and Finger Mouse, Pipkins with Topoff the monkey and Octavian the bird!

 

Finger Mouse was Fingerbobs I think and yes wasn't Mr Benn the best ever. He lived at 52 Festive Road and headed for the fancy dress shop each day for a great adventure. If only he had realised that it was the shopkeeper who ruined his day by leading him back into the changing rooms!! 'As if by magic the shopkeeper appeared' lol.

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