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Posts by Bob the Badger

 I started drinking Light and Bitter at 1s 9d a pint. That also went up to 2s in one go. I had forgotten that steep price rise. We all started drinking lager soon after which was even dearer. Good luck with the hip op. Ed. You must have damaged it dancing to the reggae in your youth!
Sleeves look on the long side. I would turn the cuffs back twice to get the look.
I remember the shop. A bloke who worked for me in the late 80s claimed his dad took over the shop. Not sure if he kept it as a sports shop or changed it to a cafe.
In my area there were different types of skinheads but it was also the same melting pot. My mob dressed smart and travelled all over London to pubs and clubs and it wasn't unusual to get into fights when wearing a mohair suit but we didn't go looking for trouble. The Dagenham Heathway mob hardly left their manor and would only visit local pubs and working mens clubs. They would be wearing the jungle greens, officer boots etc. And would fight strangers coming into their...
Not so long ago I was walking down my road when the local school day was over. I happened to pass a young girl and her mum. I smiled at them and the mothers response was to grab her child and shout out 'come away from the strange man'. This hysteria is whipped up by the media. The real perverts tend to be not strangers but family members and step fathers.
That. Is exactly my recollection of 1968 to 1972 and how it was for me and my crowd.
There were a few perverts round our way and everyone knew who they were. Mums and Dads just told us to be careful and even as 10 year olds we roamed in packs and would taunt the perverts who were generally simple. One schoolboy did get caught and he was nicknamed Bummer. A name he carried around for a few years. Not sure if he was traumatised by it but it gave him an identity. 
It seems like you are making an heroic effort.. I believe it is an area of recent social history that has never been properly covered before.
In my social circle we were taught never to trust the police. They were always considered to be the enemy.  However in the mid 70's one of our mates was Old Bill and he had won a commendation for tackling a villain who had a knife. He ended up in prison himself alongside another member of our mob for stealing cars from Fords and sending them to Ireland. We didn't have a clue what they were up to but we had a drink before their trial to send them off. As a respectable...
I might have been at that game but I can't remember it. If I was I would have been standing in the children's enclosure,  top right hand side of the North Bank as you look at the pitch. In 1980 I would have been standing in the South Bank.
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