For me, XL5 scooting down the launch rail and swooping into the sky (in glorious black & white).
Also
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YEEy615Jzg4
The Pipkins, Gimme Dat Ding.
(used to sing it to myself when climbing trees)
Slade's Merry Xmas Everybody being the latest brand-new song.
Yup. And a shit-load of cash yet to come down the pipe.
Who'd have thunk it?
Sparky's Magic Piano on the radio, With the weird vocoded voice.
There's the Iranian Embassy hostage crisis which I remember being on the news a lot. Not that my distance of thirty-eight years from the crisis makes me feel old, particularly. But the thirty-eight year gap from 1979 back to, for example, Germany invading Russia in 1941, makes me realise how a big chuck of my life is History for billions of people now.
Being off school with chicken pox, and watching Ted Heath doing a Party Political Broadcast.
I remember Watergate on the news, and thinking it had something to do with a local pub called The Watergate.
"Being off school with chicken pox". Given what we now know, little did you realise how close to death you danced.
Gave this to my older sister for her 15th birthday -
https://i.pinimg.com/originals/03/e2/69/03e2694cd1
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She took it back and swapped it for another album.
Thought I'd fucked-up – not so sure now.
Benefits of hindsight and all that.
Btw. When my father-in-law was dying, he told me, "As you get older, you realise a hundred years is no time at all."
This thread hopes to return a little of that time.
The great Hungarian football team.The Hungarian uprising.Pele playing against SwedenWillie Watson and Trevor Bailey v ozThe Cuban missile crisis (you can see where my priorities were)
"Being off school with chicken pox". Given what we now know, little did you realise how close to death you danced.
I remember it fondly. I did a 'paint-by-numbers' of a blue tit, and was treated to Lucozade, from a sticky bottle wrapped in yellow cellophane.
That is life on a stick. ^
#9 Oh yeah, football. Kenny Dalglish played his last game for Liverpool away at Chelsea in May 1986. He scored the winner and set Liverpool up for the Double which they won after beating Everton in the Cup Final.
1. People actually gave a shit about who played in and won the Cup Final in those days. Supporters climbed the walls at Wembley on knotted together bedsheets and home made rope ladders to get in.
2. Liverpool were only the third club to win the Double in a hundred years or so. It was a big deal.
3. Thirty-one years before the 1986 final (same distance as 1986 from 2017) Newcastle beat City to win the Cup. Bert Trautman and Don Revie were playing for City. Jackie Milburn was playing for Newcastle.
Kenny Dalglish = Jackie Milburn for 18-year-olds now.
I remember the Summerland fire.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Summerland_disaster
My Auntie Joan had considered holidaying on the Isle of Man that year, but had decided not to. She spent most of the rest of that year going on about her 'lucky escape'.
The ridiculous physical size of 'Tommy Harmer' playing for Spurs, he could play though.
Skiving school and sitting in a greasy spoon, smoking
http://www.cigarettespedia.com/images/3/3f/Player_
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while watching football on a silent TV and listening to the Stones singing Angie on the radio above the counter.
I never felt more sticky, more dirty - more '70's' than that.
I'm fairly certain no one under thirty would have the faintest idea what you were talking about if you said you'd grown up in a 'broken home'.
Grew up in a what?
Don't they say "broken home" any more?
I bet they don't play jacks or hopscotch anymore either.
That's because they're all 'Gymslip Mums' nowadays ...
It was certainly 'A Thing' at the time.
When the UK was discussing taking on the Euro I was accidentally running a team of young telesales people. On barging into their discussion they were saying stuff like 'Well how could you actually do that?' I described to them the process of decimalisation and how magical it was to walk into a store and have all the coins shiny and new.
At one point I paused and looked to the audience, and they were looking at me in complete awe. I suddenly realised I had grown old.
Off to bed now – under a nice Scandi duvet.
Not that heavy pile of damp linen we used to snuggle under, in days gone by.
Goodnight all.