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Stuff from the 70s. An all that.

A guaranteed trip to the dentist. My mum banned me from eating these because they were so effective at pulling fillings out.

 
I never had one but I reeeeeeally wanted one

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Does anyone remember Clackers……and have the old fractures to prove it?

:)

I remember the pain on my knuckles. In pain terms, at least one up from a smack from a game of Conkers.

I also recall that there was a set of Clackers dangling off of a telephone line on our road.
 
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I remember the pain on my knuckles. In pain terms, at least one up from a smack from a game of Conkers.

I also recall that there was a set of Clackers dangling off of a telephone line on our road.

Banned in out school almost immediately, we could always play conkers - in fact there was a school wide competition.
 
Banned in out school almost immediately, we could always play conkers - in fact there was a school wide competition.

Some lads would put Araldite glue in their conkers… or bake them. Quite a sad feeling seeing a Conker shatter into bits on the first go.
Didn’t they get the attribute of “Oner” “Twoer” depending on how many triumphs that Conker had managed?
 
Some lads would put Araldite glue in their conkers… or bake them. Quite a sad feeling seeing a Conker shatter into bits on the first go.
Didn’t they get the attribute of “Oner” “Twoer” depending on how many triumphs that Conker had managed?

I would kept them until the next year and that got a round the no baking rule nicely. Yeah, we had 100-ers but it was a cheating because if yours beat a 10-er it would take on the 10. No pulling and no stamps I remember too :)
 
I would kept them until the next year and that got a round the no baking rule nicely. Yeah, we had 100-ers but it was a cheating because if yours beat a 10-er it would take on the 10. No pulling and no stamps I remember too :)

Wasn’t there a call of ‘Tags’ if the shoelaces got snagged together?

‘Stamps’. Maaan, that phrase takes me back.
 
Think I've blue one too, they were sold in the plumbers merchants for years along with the batteries, they were a kinda of plumber's torch, a staple along with a water key and footprints.
My late father was a plumber, that’ll be where it came from
 
When a new school year started, if any new kids were a bit mouthy we’d stand them with their back to a wall at break time, tell them to Beaty in and out deeply ten times, then on the last ‘out’ someone would push their chest in really hard. The kid would drop like a stone, we’d leg it, and the duty teacher would rush over, swearing, to save the kid’s life.
Funny.
 
Surely we al had one of these on a table in the hallway..

And whoever picked it up, told the person at the other end the geographical location of the phone and the number they had just fingered the dial with to call it.

“Sunbury 81786”

:D

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Yup, and after a while, the village grew, and the 5-digit number became a 6-digit, and the two-digit STD code for the village was added, and it grew to a three-, four, and then five-digit STD code ..... and then I moved out to the city
 
It’s funny. When certain organisations enquire as to whether us Cold War old gits can go on ops, a major sticking point is the cost of insurance! Plus I’d want at least £10k per month. And of course, as ex-RAF, I’d require at least a 4* hotel.

My specialist subject back in the cold-war days was Soviet navy capabilities and intentions, so I'm very much hoping I'm now to old to get called back (and for my wife as well, as she served a hell of a lot more recently than I did)!

And if they did call me back I'd want a promotion as I really don't fancy being the worlds oldest sub lieutenant.
 
When a new school year started, if any new kids were a bit mouthy we’d stand them with their back to a wall at break time, tell them to Beaty in and out deeply ten times, then on the last ‘out’ someone would push their chest in really hard. The kid would drop like a stone, we’d leg it, and the duty teacher would rush over, swearing, to save the kid’s life.
Funny.
And bullying was acceptable in schools. Ah, the good old days.
 
And bullying was acceptable in schools. Ah, the good old days.

I honestly don't really recall bullying when I went to school back in the seventies mainly because I went to a 'right hard' school and basically you didn't mess with the headcases cause if you did they just stabbed you, none of this mealy mouthed pish you get these days those guys were proper nut jobs and no one effed with them and they really didn't eff with anyone else.

There was a kind of tacit respect going on plus if you did try to bully/mess about with anyone they inevitably knew one of the mad men so that was also a no no.
 
And bullying was acceptable in schools. Ah, the good old days.

I think it wasn’t tooooo bad really. And of course it taught kids about hierarchy. I can still remember the life draining out of me, going from the tallest kid in junior school, to a complete nothing in secondary school. A couple of the big lads even beat up a PE teacher!

Thankfully by the time I was in 3rd year (none of that year nine rubbish BACK then) I wanted to join the RAF, so I behaved myself, joined the cadets.
 
I think it wasn’t tooooo bad really. And of course it taught kids about hierarchy. I can still remember the life draining out of me, going from the tallest kid in junior school, to a complete nothing in secondary school. A couple of the big lads even beat up a PE teacher!

The last day of term was a nightmare - there were always some some fifth formers with a grudge to settle and who were not coming back for the sixth form...
 


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