olden days

parknride said:
Well, just get the vid on your YouTube, then highlight the address from the top, copy, and paste into *FUN*.

I wanted to post the vid of the smash advert instead I posted gobbledygook, how do I copy the image with the little arrow in front to start the video, pretty please?
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This is how I do it:

Go into You Tube and find required video.
Click on "Share" underneath video.
Copy new link which appears - short version.
Paste into MHF post.
Will appear as a link but when you post reply it turns
into a You Tube video.



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parknride said:
Well, just get the vid on your YouTube, then highlight the address from the top, copy, and paste into *FUN*.

I wanted to post the vid of the smash advert instead I posted gobbledygook, how do I copy the image with the little arrow in front to start the video, pretty please?
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Copy address as you did then inthe reply box at the headers above on the lower row , 3rd from left click on it ( it says 'media' if you hover over ) then paste what you copied into the box& click on 'embed'-.
 
the Carousel would've set you back £660 in 1962, while the Victor was priced at £861 when it rolled of Vauxhall's production line in Luton, Bedfordshire -making a total of just over £1,500. When you consider that the average house price in the UK was around £3,100 in 1964, you realise how comparatively expensive caravanning was back in the 60s. Incidentally, it would no doubt cost you slightly more than £1,500 to become the proud owner of our classic test outfit today.


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Oh wow! Thanks John thanks for that........gosh looking at it now, it looks like something from an episode of 'Allo 'Allo!! From memory it had leather seats, but I could be wrong.
I think the Renault Fuego was a modern looking car way back then......

In fact, I remember my Dad taking me out in his white Hillman Hunter for a driving lesson (around 1971).......we were on our way back home, I was still driving despite the fact that my Dad had turned very pale:unsure:

I took a right turn too wide, mounted the pavement and hit the street sign at the end of our road, pulling it out of the ground. I got out of the car and ran back home leaving my Dad with a very red face.......he was on the phone to the East Kilbride Town Council roads dept the next day to let them know what had happened....:blush:

I passed my test a couple of months after this though(y)

Margaret
 
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Oh, I really loved these......I can't find the tv ad for them on Youtube......but can still sing it:whistle2: The words were, "Take a biscuit that's no bigger than a button, take a raisin that's been lazin' in the sun....buy yourself some Cabury's dairy chocolate......with a Tiffin get it all in one"! I make my own now(y)

Margaret
 
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Larby said:
Those were Tiffin bars I believe?
Aztec were Cadbury's in blue wrappers, bit like a Mars bar I think?
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Thanks for posting these.......it proves I'm not mad after all:laughing: I used to ask friends if they remembered Aztecs and got blank stares:RollEyes: I don't think their sales were that great, because they didn't last long.....

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I can Remember the "old man" having a Bradford van that he used to give driving lessons to our sister,I think she blew the engine and I seem to recall that Dad replaced it with an engine from a Jowet Javalin then replaced it with a Austin 16 -
DFJ 327 funny how you remember somethings so long back ! ..now last week well that a different kettle of fish :)
 
I used to work for BP back in the late 60s/early 70s. We had our engagement do in the bar in the basement of Britannic House (joe was drunk after drinking a pint of whisky!). Everyone kept buying him a pint and a whisky chaser, LOL! He had a bet with one of the senior managers that he could drink the pint of whisky and still walk a straight line - which he did!

But getting him on the tube and train was a nightmare!

Definitely don't think he could walk the straight line these days, LOL!

Denise

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OK, so we is avin Old git`s Time? Pint of "Mild" 11d, Trolley to town 1-1/2d, fish `n` chips 9d. and as a Bonus I found this :--- Tune is "new World Symphony" (the Hovis add tune)


I'll never forget that first day at t'pit. Me an' mi father worked a seventy two hour shift, an' then we walked home forty three mile through t'snow in us bare feet, huddled inside us clothes med out o' old sacks.

Eventually we trudged over t'hill until wi could see t'street light twinklin' in our village. Mi father smiled down at mi through t'icicles hangin' off his nose. "Nearly home now lad", he said.

We stumbled into t'house and stood there freezin' cold and tired out, shiverin' and miserable, in front o' t' meagre fire. Any road, mi mam says "Cheer up, lads. I've got you some nice brown bread and butter for yer tea."

Ee, mi father went crackers. He reached out and gently pulled mi mam towards 'im by t'throat. "You big fat, idle ugly wart", he said. "You gret useless spawny-eyed parrot-faced wazzock." ('E had a way wi words, mi father. He'd bin to college, y'know). "You've been out playin' bingo all afternoon instead o' gettin' some proper snap ready for me an' this lad", he explained to mi poor, little, purple-faced mam.

Then turnin' to me he said "Arthur", (He could never remember mi name), "here's half a crown. Nip down to t'chip 'oyl an' get us a nice piece o' 'addock for us tea. Man cannot live by bread alone." He were a reyt tater, mi father. He said as 'ow workin' folk should have some dignity an' pride an' self respect, an' as 'ow they should come home to summat warm an' cheerful.

An' then he threw mi mam on t'fire.

We didn't 'ave no tellies or shoes or bedclothes. We med us own fun in them days. Do you know, when I were a lad you could get a tram down into t'town, buy three new suits an' an ovvercoat, four pair o' good boots, go an' see George Formby at t'Palace Theatre, get blind drunk, 'ave some steak an' chips, bunch o' bananas an' three stone o' monkey nuts an' still 'ave change out of a farthing.

We'd lots o' things in them days they 'aven't got today - rickets, diptheria, Hitler and my, we did look well goin' to school wi' no backside in us trousers an' all us little 'eads painted purple because we 'ad ringworm.

They don't know they're born today!!!

Tony Capstick
1944 - 2003


Pete
 
PeteH said:
OK, so we is avin Old git`s Time? Pint of "Mild" 11d, Trolley to town 1-1/2d, fish `n` chips 9d. and as a Bonus I found this :--- Tune is "new World Symphony" (the Hovis add tune)


I'll never forget that first day at t'pit. Me an' mi father worked a seventy two hour shift, an' then we walked home forty three mile through t'snow in us bare feet, huddled inside us clothes med out o' old sacks.

Eventually we trudged over t'hill until wi could see t'street light twinklin' in our village. Mi father smiled down at mi through t'icicles hangin' off his nose. "Nearly home now lad", he said.

We stumbled into t'house and stood there freezin' cold and tired out, shiverin' and miserable, in front o' t' meagre fire. Any road, mi mam says "Cheer up, lads. I've got you some nice brown bread and butter for yer tea."

Ee, mi father went crackers. He reached out and gently pulled mi mam towards 'im by t'throat. "You big fat, idle ugly wart", he said. "You gret useless spawny-eyed parrot-faced wazzock." ('E had a way wi words, mi father. He'd bin to college, y'know). "You've been out playin' bingo all afternoon instead o' gettin' some proper snap ready for me an' this lad", he explained to mi poor, little, purple-faced mam.

Then turnin' to me he said "Arthur", (He could never remember mi name), "here's half a crown. Nip down to t'chip 'oyl an' get us a nice piece o' 'addock for us tea. Man cannot live by bread alone." He were a reyt tater, mi father. He said as 'ow workin' folk should have some dignity an' pride an' self respect, an' as 'ow they should come home to summat warm an' cheerful.

An' then he threw mi mam on t'fire.

We didn't 'ave no tellies or shoes or bedclothes. We med us own fun in them days. Do you know, when I were a lad you could get a tram down into t'town, buy three new suits an' an ovvercoat, four pair o' good boots, go an' see George Formby at t'Palace Theatre, get blind drunk, 'ave some steak an' chips, bunch o' bananas an' three stone o' monkey nuts an' still 'ave change out of a farthing.

We'd lots o' things in them days they 'aven't got today - rickets, diptheria, Hitler and my, we did look well goin' to school wi' no backside in us trousers an' all us little 'eads painted purple because we 'ad ringworm.

They don't know they're born today!!!

Tony Capstick
1944 - 2003


Pete
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Ee by gum(y)

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Talking about chocolate.........I used to buy Caramac as a teenager, is it still on sale today?
 
Tootles said:
I remember a pair of white ones wedged, (one each side), in the hand straps of my Ford Cortina Mk1. :whistle::whistle::whistle:
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Yes I remember...................................... Charmaine was double jointed!:D
 
PeteH said:
OK, so we is avin Old git`s Time? Pint of "Mild" 11d, Trolley to town 1-1/2d, fish `n` chips 9d. and as a Bonus I found this :--- Tune is "new World Symphony" (the Hovis add tune)


I'll never forget that first day at t'pit. Me an' mi father worked a seventy two hour shift, an' then we walked home forty three mile through t'snow in us bare feet, huddled inside us clothes med out o' old sacks.

Eventually we trudged over t'hill until wi could see t'street light twinklin' in our village. Mi father smiled down at mi through t'icicles hangin' off his nose. "Nearly home now lad", he said.

We stumbled into t'house and stood there freezin' cold and tired out, shiverin' and miserable, in front o' t' meagre fire. Any road, mi mam says "Cheer up, lads. I've got you some nice brown bread and butter for yer tea."

Ee, mi father went crackers. He reached out and gently pulled mi mam towards 'im by t'throat. "You big fat, idle ugly wart", he said. "You gret useless spawny-eyed parrot-faced wazzock." ('E had a way wi words, mi father. He'd bin to college, y'know). "You've been out playin' bingo all afternoon instead o' gettin' some proper snap ready for me an' this lad", he explained to mi poor, little, purple-faced mam.

Then turnin' to me he said "Arthur", (He could never remember mi name), "here's half a crown. Nip down to t'chip 'oyl an' get us a nice piece o' 'addock for us tea. Man cannot live by bread alone." He were a reyt tater, mi father. He said as 'ow workin' folk should have some dignity an' pride an' self respect, an' as 'ow they should come home to summat warm an' cheerful.

An' then he threw mi mam on t'fire.

We didn't 'ave no tellies or shoes or bedclothes. We med us own fun in them days. Do you know, when I were a lad you could get a tram down into t'town, buy three new suits an' an ovvercoat, four pair o' good boots, go an' see George Formby at t'Palace Theatre, get blind drunk, 'ave some steak an' chips, bunch o' bananas an' three stone o' monkey nuts an' still 'ave change out of a farthing.

We'd lots o' things in them days they 'aven't got today - rickets, diptheria, Hitler and my, we did look well goin' to school wi' no backside in us trousers an' all us little 'eads painted purple because we 'ad ringworm.

They don't know they're born today!!!

Tony Capstick
1944 - 2003


Pete
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Remember this well. Thanks for reminding us, great humour....

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