Discussion in 'Streetwear and Denim' started by Spirit of 69, Nov 19, 2008.
I guess that includes me up here in the frozen tundra. Cheers, Roy.
Geezer at the front in the first picture looks like Gordon Banks the goalkeeper. Great pictures.
Clue's in the file name of the pic, I think!
Yes you had to put two holes in for it to pour. Air had to come into the can to allow the beer out. Foul stuff, but it was cheap and we all drank it. It was also cool to have the little red barrel key ring on your house key too. Anyone remember them.
Talking of gold sta prest. I seem to remember having some very smart trousers as a young un and they were like a gold bronze colour. I used to wear them with monkey boots, thought i was the bees knees. I must have been about ten tough. Bout 74. Burnt the bottom of them with a candle in our den. I was gutted. Had to hide them from my Mum. Always remembered that. Not sure if they wre Levis though.
Doh, Didn't see that.
Had a pair of Goldie/Tan Colour Mohair Trousers.Loved them.
When I was a young man - 15-18, I had a bird whose parents just knew I wasn't good enough for her. (Despite the fact my parents owned our house, whereas they rented. - makes me sound bitter, eh?)
Yeh, I had little hair and something of an attitude, but I was clean, tidy and well-mannered - despite their disapproval of me. (Most of the time, anyway.)
I do remember, once, when not wearing boots but a beefed-up pair of Royals, her dad - who was a police 'special' - having a go at me for being one of those 'bloody bovver boys', but she was his older daughter, so I had to swallow it.
She used to wear all the clobber the birds of the day up here did, trevira suits, BD shirts and the hair - yes, she had hair - so we were just kids following a fashion. Nothing bad or sinister.
But, like a bad smell, I hung around and was finally ditched in favour of a bloke with money. Sad, but that's life.
We - sort of - kept in touch and, back in 1979, me and my new girlie (been together 34 years, now), moved my ex to Holland (I had a company estate car), where she remains to this day.
Anyway, we lost touch until around five years ago, and via Fiends Re-united, she sent me a message, and we struck up a correspondence thing. (I'll not/never will meet her, even when she comes back to Manchester - I wouldn't do that to my missus, as I know people where shit like that has gone wrong... and ruined marriages and relationships. Seriously.
Anyway, her folks - unlike mine - are still alive and have, in the past couple of weeks, been on a BBC TV programme about the NHS.
She e-mailed me and told me to look out for them and, if I had time, why not pop in and say 'hello'.
Fuqq that, thought i, but, just last week, having been to a meeting at the airport, I found myself around the corner from their house... so called.
It was not a success. Apart from the fact the area is now a bleedin' nightmare - I've felt safer in ME war zones and less of a foreigner - and my reception was, to say the least, frosty.
I was appropriately 'suited and booted' - I was working - and, as luck would have it, i was in my new car, parked at the front gate... but on ringing the bell, got no answer. Fate, maybe?
Anyway, walking back up the path, this knackered old figure appeared, her dad, who said: 'Whaddya want - who are you?'
Walking back, I said: 'Hello, John (he was never 'John' to me back in the day), - it's me, Eddie... went out with ****.'
He looked at me as if he'd stood in something unpleasant, said that his wife was out and that he'd tell her I'd called - and shut the door on me.
Now, let me say that the sole reason I went to visit, was that I hoped - and still do as I reckon he's on his last legs - that I could get access to photographs and videos he took when his daughter and i were suitably attired - of which there must be many. He was a prolific photographer and was forever filming and snapping away on days out and holidays I managed to tag along on.
I reckon **** is currently on holiday, as I've sent her a message and not had a response - but I can't believe that after 40-plus years, this old man still hates me... people, eh?
Great Story Ed.
I firmly believe that FB, FR, etc is just one big can of worms that will haunt the kids (and Adults who should know better ! ) 20 years from now,and come back and bite them in the ass.
Let sleeping dogs lie Ed.
I agree and, while I have dabbled - not relevant to this site - the results were not great.
Even the best of us - and I am (still) truly lovely, ladies - can't fight time... the past is often best left alone.
Does anyone still use FriendsReunited? I signed upto it around 10 years ago, when it was all the rage. Didn't find anyone from my school that I recognised. In fact I only recongised one person on the whole site...my dad ...when I checked out his school.
Mr Blackmores' Mac has shrunk or he has been enjoying those School Dinners i think !
I removed myself some time ago... probably for the best.
That said, I'm off to have a look and see who's dead.
My account is still on FR, for what good it is, and FB never really interested me. But I never actually lost contact with anyone of interest to me from my old school, they know where I am and we regularly talk via Skype or e-mail. In fact I'm staying with one of them in Bristol, when I come back to the UK next month for a holiday.
That's a shame, Ed; life's too short.
Still, looking on the bright side, someone still sees you exactly the same as 40+ years ago
Seriously, though, good luck with the photos. Would love to see them - and home movie videos would be priceless!
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