When I was a lad.

[mickeydoolan]

The Royal Liver Buildings were Black.

[ericfaragh]

Pavements were level and made of paving stones and cars didn't park on them.

[hmtmaj]

I'll never forget that first day at t'pit.
Me an' mi fatha worked a 72 hour shift,
then wi walked home 43 mile through t'snow in us bare feet,
huddled inside us clothes med out o' old sacks.

Eventually we trudged over t'hill until wi could see t'street light twinklin' in our village.
Mi fatha smiled down at mi through t'icicles hangin' off his nose. "Nearly home now lad", he said.
We stumbled into t'house and stood there freezin' cold and tired out,
shiverin' and miserable, in front o' t' meagre fire.

Any road, mi mam says "Cheer up, lads. I've got you some nice brown bread and butter for yer tea."
Ee, mi fatha went crackers. He reached out and gently pulled mi mam towards 'im by t'throat.
"You big fat, idle ugly wart", he said. "You gret useless spawny-eyed parrot-faced wazzock." ('E had a way wi words, mi fatha. He'd bin to college, y'know).
"You've been out playin' bingo all afternoon instead o' gettin' some proper snap ready for me an' this lad", he explained to mi poor, little, purple-faced mam.

Then turnin' to me he said "Arthur", (He could never remember mi name), "here's half a crown.
Nip down to t'chip 'oyl an' get us a nice piece o' 'addock for us tea. Man cannot live by bread alone."
He were a reyt tater, mi fatha.

He said as 'ow workin' folk should have some dignity an' pride an' self respect,
an' as 'ow they should come home to summat warm an' cheerful.
An' then he threw mi mam on t'fire.

We didn't 'ave no tellies or shoes or bedclothes.
We med us own fun in them days.
Do you know, when I were a lad you could get a tram down into t'town, buy three new suits an' an ovvercoat, four pair o' good boots, go an' see George Formby at t'Palace Theatre, get blind drunk, 'ave some steak an' chips, bunch o' bananas an' three stone o' monkey nuts an' still 'ave change out of a farthing.

We'd lots o' things in them days they 'aven't got today - rickets, diptheria, Hitler and my, we did look well goin' to school wi' no backside in us trousers an' all us little 'eads painted purple because we 'ad ringworm.
They dun't know they're born today!!!

Capstick Comes Home - Tony Capstick

[Ged]

Ah yes, when I were a lad.

Channel 4 came on stream. Those were the days. ;)

[GeorgePorgie]

When I wus a lad...I dun remember having a crap on the outhouse toilet?

True that,just don't remember sitting on the seat...might of stood on it and let drop?costhoseseats where **** cold.

[anonymouse]

Ah yes, when I were a lad.

Channel 4 came on stream. Those were the days. ;)

Ah yes, when I were a lad. Television came on stream!

...and Strawsons lemonade was sevenpunce bottle - with threepunce back on the empty!

...and EVERYTHING was bigger. Well, almost everything. :noid:

[John Doh]

Ah yes, when I were a lad.

Channel 4 came on stream. Those were the days. ;)

Aye, that were when Channel 4 were Channel 4! All about genuine diversity, like... Before it became a freak show!

[Ronijayne]

I remember the Liver Buildings black too. Then I remember them sand blasting them What a shock

[essexscouse]

When I wus a lad...I dun remember having a crap on the outhouse toilet?

True that,just don't remember sitting on the seat...might of stood on it and let drop?costhoseseats where **** cold.


and the Echo on a hook in squares

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I used to be able to get me mams weeks shopping for about 12 bob .cant do that now too many cameras:unibrow:

[sheelywheely]

The Royal Liver Buildings were Black.

I remember them being black too, and Mathew Street was a grey backstreet with cobbles. There was a door 2/3 rds of the way down with Cavern written above. It was lunchtime and a few student types were queuing to get in. It looked a bit dark down those steps; I couldn't go in..... WISH I HAD!

[mickeydoolan]

In those days we were warned not to put your coat in the cloakroom because the girl was known for loosing them.

[Ged]

Surprise, Surprise!!!

[anonymouse]

In those days we were warned not to put your coat in the cloakroom because the girl was known for loosing them.


Surprise, Surprise!!!

I hear our Cilla is about to sue someone on this site... :lol:

[Ged]

She won't get a lorra lorra dough outta us.

[mickeydoolan]

She won't get a lorra lorra dough outta us.

Have you noticed my avatar???

[essexscouse]

surely you dont mean our very own cockney Cilla:slywink:

[ChrisGeorge]

When I were a lad, there were 45 rpm singles and albums was 33 1/3 rpm long-playing records (the joke was that HM the Queen enjoyed Phillips' twelve inch).

C

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/227/448635294_2f2a08f3bb.jpg

One of the first albums that I bought, at Crease's Music Shop, Walton Road.

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In those days we were warned not to put your coat in the cloakroom because the girl was known for loosing them.

Is that a white statement or a black statement? :slywink:

[Ged]

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[bluesareus]

When I were a lad no sports bags back then, you hung your football boots round your neck and walked home in your muddy kit

[gerry_2]

I'll never forget that first day at t'pit.
Me an' mi fatha worked a 72 hour shift,
then wi walked home 43 mile through t'snow in us bare feet,
huddled inside us clothes med out o' old sacks.

Eventually we trudged over t'hill until wi could see t'street light twinklin' in our village.
Mi fatha smiled down at mi through t'icicles hangin' off his nose. "Nearly home now lad", he said.
We stumbled into t'house and stood there freezin' cold and tired out,
shiverin' and miserable, in front o' t' meagre fire.

Any road, mi mam says "Cheer up, lads. I've got you some nice brown bread and butter for yer tea."
Ee, mi fatha went crackers. He reached out and gently pulled mi mam towards 'im by t'throat.
"You big fat, idle ugly wart", he said. "You gret useless spawny-eyed parrot-faced wazzock." ('E had a way wi words, mi fatha. He'd bin to college, y'know).
"You've been out playin' bingo all afternoon instead o' gettin' some proper snap ready for me an' this lad", he explained to mi poor, little, purple-faced mam.

Then turnin' to me he said "Arthur", (He could never remember mi name), "here's half a crown.
Nip down to t'chip 'oyl an' get us a nice piece o' 'addock for us tea. Man cannot live by bread alone."
He were a reyt tater, mi fatha.

He said as 'ow workin' folk should have some dignity an' pride an' self respect,
an' as 'ow they should come home to summat warm an' cheerful.
An' then he threw mi mam on t'fire.

We didn't 'ave no tellies or shoes or bedclothes.
We med us own fun in them days.
Do you know, when I were a lad you could get a tram down into t'town, buy three new suits an' an ovvercoat, four pair o' good boots, go an' see George Formby at t'Palace Theatre, get blind drunk, 'ave some steak an' chips, bunch o' bananas an' three stone o' monkey nuts an' still 'ave change out of a farthing.

We'd lots o' things in them days they 'aven't got today - rickets, diptheria, Hitler and my, we did look well goin' to school wi' no backside in us trousers an' all us little 'eads painted purple because we 'ad ringworm.
They dun't know they're born today!!!

Capstick Comes Home - Tony Capstick

You forgot to put!!!! BUT WE WHERE HAPPY

[Max]

Don't know what is much different to now when I was a kid. Less internet, more availibly to tv and other simular tech too is the most I can think of at the moment but I was born in late 85 though!