Well i was born in the 70’s and brought up like the 40’s living on a farm in the middle of the yorkshire moors,we used to bugger off for hours on end and ma and pa never worried bout us apart from when we came home injured from falls out of trees and such…we’ve all gone soft
Amen to the 50’s for rock and roll
amen to the 60’s for sexual liberation
amen to the 70’s and 80’s for my childhood did it all and loved every minute:D
excellent… kids today just dont know they are born…
This really is a great thread to read.
I used to have a vast collection of toy guns (we are talking cap, plastic balls, missile launchers and a shoulder mounted anti-tank gun) and play ‘war’ at every opportunity and with anyone who knew how to die convincingly.
My older cousin was strictly not allowed his own toy armoury.
He now heads up the armed division for a major UK police force.
I on the other hand am a well-balanced, calm, non-aggressive and useful member of society. (At least that’s what the Doctor said when he let me out the ‘special’ hospital!) :crazy:
Let’s not forget (at least, we '50s wimps) that atmospheric nuclear weapons testing was a bit out of hand back then. By 1962, a boffin buying his veg in Soho did a quick check with a Geiger counter and discovered rather a lot of radioactive fallout (one of the reasons atmospheric testing was halted). We were eating that stuff back then, plutonium and all! Never did us any harm lol… two heads are better than one.
I’ve always loved this.
Nice one PJ.
Here’s to the idiots I have no respect for… the Middle Class PC brigade!
You know how old grandad’s are like “It wasn’t like that in my day” … sad but I think we should bring that kind of day back… ALL Those things described on there are a true credit to our generation… .I truly fear for the pathetic spineless adults of tomorrow, who can’t do anything without a chaperone, instructions, guidance, or a health and safety briefing before they do it… I really do.
Used to cycle from home to Billing Aquadrome (hey, we knew how to live in the early '80s) along main roads and a dual carriageway on second hand bikes, climb down the bank, under the A45 and over the fence into the Aquadrome itself.
On the way back we would lift up drain covers on a new housing estate and hunt for frogs. My mate Jamie dropped one on his hand (the drain, not the frog) and broke his thumb once. Instead of a bollocking he got a present - probably an Action Man - to cheer him up in hospital.
Still here to tell the tale, avoiding RTAs, security guards and water-borne infections as well as the hazards of falling drain covers.
Cheers,
Duncan
Oh, for goodness sake. Your generations had it easy. Stop gloating!
Ah well… at least I make it as a young punk 
