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The forties were hell
The fifties just swell
They had mystery merriment
and MEA time of indescribable bliss
that was the fifties – the shorties were brought up in the forties. Seventies children were plentiful but mixed up they had Stevie Wonder but too much superstition and hard times. The eighties were simple minds and we can’t forget about them but they were born into a pressurised vacuum of hopeless expectancy.
If you were born in the sixties you could swing until your eyes popped but your were
undeniably bereft compared to a fifies child – they experienced true bliss
They were the founders of the
new generation – they inspired – REMEMBER THEM and be jealous of themIf you never experienced the 40’s and 50’s this is embarrassing – you never got your bell ringed – you never experienced Kryptonite !
Slide to the left
Slide to the right…The De Havilland Mosquitoe fighter bomber was made of plywood but was twice as heavy as the renowned Spitfire and more than twice as fast. If didn’t last long made of wood but it had far better percentage losses than the fire. Given the choice I would have plumped for the ‘toe.
I have driven in a 1600cc lotus at 132’mph. Give me a bit of attitude and get me up there in a V12’powered 408 mph party pooper.
7000 wooden horses were made, only one remains that takes to the skies occasionally located somewhere in the big brass apple.To the left to the right…
In the sixties …
The crouching bloody menace
started its mind control in the corner.
Moving wallpaper shows like bewitched made soup of young minds and the old tut tutted in the opposite cornerAs Groucho aptly put it…
“I find the menace very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.”
It’s gut wrenching if you missed the two best decades.
Just bite yer nails and raid
the fridge – find a piece of white cheddar and try to regress.Cheese binds me up and then my Farmer Giles get inflamed.
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I crawled on six crooked highwaysI haven’t eaten it for weeks. Today I found two packets of cheese in the Sainsbury basement for 49 pence each both reduced from £2. Wallace’s Wensleydale and White Cheddar. Only the white remains. My Farner giles is so inflamed I get it to sleep in a separate bed. Garlic makes me sleepy – strangely ! and the demon alcohol – Stoopid really really stoopid !
Gamble seeing how you are nearing 3 figures I was wondering how you will give notice when you are no longer with us
Blackbeard to conquer the World
The noughties, the following decade and this one so far….
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"Look these food banks deliveries are connecting the loneleys. The loneleys, well a lot of them feel the solitude like a prison. Not all – the hermits love it.
Go back to the post war forties and fifties…
Knock knock…Now that’s £1.49.
Lonely ..
” What ”
” You ordered an extra red top yesterday ”” Oh Yes I did !”
Knock knock – Copes pools – 49! pence for this week – good luck with your draws.
Knock knock ..
Coalman here where shall I put it ?Knock knock …
” Littlewoods catalogue ‘Knock knock…” Avon calling !”
Knock knock…
No answer
I know you, you are Lobby Lud and I claim my five pounds.
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I crawled on six crooked highwaysI suppose the best decade for each person is the one in which they spent their teenage years, so that would be the Eighties for me.
Old enough to drink and shag, but not old enough to have responsibilities like a job or a mortgage. Just some of my personal reasons why the 80s were great…
Cecil and Piggott.
Cecil and Cauthen.
Dickinson and Earnshaw.
Pipe and Scudamore.
Too many wonderful horses to mention, from Ardross to Zilzal.
A three-day Cheltenham Festival, where you actually weren’t squeezed in like sardines.
Liverpool being the dominant team in the country.
Quality TV comedy series, from Allo Allo to Yes Minister (couldn’t think of anything beginning with Z!)
The halcyon days of Page 3 girls, although I stopped “reading” The Sun after Hillsborough.
Loud music.
Louder clothes.
An excellent run of Bordeaux vintages, particularly in the Sauternes region.
Some of the all-time classic blockbuster filmsThere are many others, too.
The 1980s were great – Linda Lusardi riding a Derby winner, Lester Piggott on Page 3, 95% and even 100% mortgages so Chezza could own a Docklands apartment and still afford to go and see Black Rain at the Leicester Square Odean and stuff just face at Chiquito’s next door before or afterwards – the memory gets hazy and mixed up but it was a good decade.
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"Melted cheese covered Chicken Nachos with a sour cream dip, THAT scene in Black Rain which made Chezza think about what growing up in a world that had dropped two nuclear bombs on your country must have been like, Tree Poppy landing Chezza a Tote Jackpot Rollover at the still leafy Lingfield Park, the 80s!
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It's the "Millwall FC" of Point broadcasts: "No One Likes Us - We Don't Care"The Big Mac was bigger and better in the 80’s
Taunton carnival had about 20+ floats.. bugger all these days80’s was **** for smoke being everywhere and betting tax
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