andrew.carwithen
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| posted on 8/3/12 at 11:40 AM |
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Born in '64 and on the whole had a brilliant childhood in the 70's.
Most of my everyday clothes were either hand-me-downs from older cousins, bought at the local jumble sale or made by my mum on her sewing machine!
Still, it meant I could get plastered in mud etc. without too much worry while climbing trees, building dens and tarzan rope swings with my mates or
hurling ourselves down the steepest hills on our home-made pram-wheeled trolleys (local term for go-carts) with no regard for our safety whatsoever
(still there were far fewer cars then.)
During school holidays and at weekends, I would get kicked out of the house at around 9.30 with a little money for a pasty and drink, and would not be
expected home again 'til teatime!
I wasn't allowed to use the newly installed phone to ring my mates (unless I paid for it out of my meagre pocket money) and had to walk or cycle
to their houses to see if they were in.
We were all fit as fleas, skinny as rakes and brown as berries during those seemingly long hot summers.
All that said, I reckon I would liked to have been born some 7 or 8 years earlier just so |I could be a teenager around the birth of glam and heavy
rock in the early 70's.
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theduck
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| posted on 8/3/12 at 12:30 PM |
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I was born in '85, which I think makes me a young one on here?
Although I see what people say about missing out on the 80s era for cars, I quite liked growing up during the 90s and early 00's. Technology
almost seemed to progress with me, and as my friends and me wanted the enxt best thing, it arrived.
Have to agree with the comment above about the internet, and of cause social networking (THANK YOU MYSPACE!) did a lot for me 
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whitestu
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| posted on 8/3/12 at 12:35 PM |
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quote:
Born in '64 and on the whole had a brilliant childhood in the 70's.
Most of my everyday clothes were either hand-me-downs from older cousins, bought at the local jumble sale or made by my mum on her sewing machine
I was still wearing hand knitted jumpers at 17. Suffice to say I wasn't the most fashionable teenager on the block!
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I wasn't allowed to use the newly installed phone to ring my mates (unless I paid for it out of my meagre pocket money) and had to walk or cycle
to their houses to see if they were in.
Our first phone had a party line so you had to pick up and check the neighbours weren't using it before dialling!
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sdh2903
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| posted on 8/3/12 at 12:41 PM |
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Some great responses there! I really could imagine a scootz emporium of used victorian carriage parts!
I agree with a lot of the comments regarding technology, It kind of grew at the same time I did so feel completely at ease with it, however I still
cant abide facebook or twitter, Facebook great for contacting old mates but not for finding what dave had for his lunch 10 mins ago etc.
Agree the media has a lot to answer for in this day in age, this morning looked at the front cover of the record (mickey mouse scottish tabloid for
those south of the border) full page spread and 2 more inside on the situation at Rangers, no mention of the 6 soldiers killed fighting for their
country in afghanistan until page 5 or 6, a complete disgrace, who really cares about bloody rangers when people are dying
For me personally I would have like to have been a bit earlier to see a lot of my favourite classic cars in their original condition rather than
rotten restoration projects.
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scootz
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| posted on 8/3/12 at 12:49 PM |
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Originally posted by sdh2903
... who really cares about bloody rangers...
Fixed that for you!
*but yes, in all seriousness you're absolutely right!
It's Evolution Baby!
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froggy
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| posted on 8/3/12 at 01:21 PM |
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Originally posted by scudderfish
I was born in 1970 and I remember being poo scared of global nuclear war. At least this generation don't have that to worry about.
i rmember watching "threads " i think it was called and being a bit freaked out by it as a kid ,
[IMG]http://i144.photobucket.com/albums/r187/froggy_0[IMG]
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scootz
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| posted on 8/3/12 at 01:33 PM |
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Originally posted by froggy
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Originally posted by scudderfish
I was born in 1970 and I remember being poo scared of global nuclear war. At least this generation don't have that to worry about.
i rmember watching "threads " i think it was called and being a bit freaked out by it as a kid ,
I remember the day workmen were doing some service work on a big hooter that sat on our primary... we'd never noticed it before, but learned
that day it was an early warning siren! We were all convinced we were all going to get vaporised by a Russian nuke. No wonder me and my mates under
up as total screwballs!
And then once the cold-war ended, they traumatised us even further by telling us we were all going to catch AIDS just from looking at each other... 
It's Evolution Baby!
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adithorp
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| posted on 8/3/12 at 03:25 PM |
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Has anybody on here realy grown up? We're all still playing with toy cars.
"A witty saying proves nothing" Voltaire
http://jpsc.org.uk/forum/
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David Jenkins
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| posted on 8/3/12 at 04:29 PM |
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Originally posted by adithorp
Has anybody on here realy grown up? We're all still playing with toy cars.
...and radio-controlled flying things, for me! I refuse to grow up.
I was also a 50s child - had a great upbringing, even though my parents didn't have much cash when I was a kid. I roamed around the local
streets with my friends when I was around 7 or 8 (as long I told my parents where I was heading - approximately). Later on, at around 10 years &
upwards, I used to go a mile or two to a local beach to see if any of my friends were there... if not, I'd have a swim & then go to another
gathering place. On reflection, my parents gave me a huge amount of freedom: anything was OK as long as I didn't harm myself or anyone else,
didn't cause damage, or didn't get brought home by a policeman!
Most of us kids knew who the local dodgy characters were and kept away. The dodgy characters were mostly local, and also known to our dads, who would
give them a severe beating if they (the villains) had been caught kiddie-fiddling - in fact any dad would have given the beating if any other kid had
been touched. Nowadays the dodgy characters are anonymous, have cars, and go out and about to cause their mischief. Life isn't quite as
simple.
My 2 kids are now 30+ and were probably of the last generation to go out and find their own fun without fear of harm.
I feel sorry for modern kids - the big world is a scary place for them, and their fun comes in boxes plugged into the wall. Few now get the chance to
climb rocks, go out all day without supervision, or get together with mates to do some adventure or other. There are a few outlets like Scouts to
have some adventures, but none of the simple pleasures of "go out and find something to do" - which we did nearly all of the time. I do
wonder what sort of adults these kids will become.
I don't recall there was as much graffiti visible during my childhood either...
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whitestu
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| posted on 8/3/12 at 05:50 PM |
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And then once the cold-war ended, they traumatised us even further by telling us we were all going to catch AIDS just from looking at each other...
I remember those television ads - the basic message I took away was from them as a kid was 'if you have sex, even once, you WILL die'
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mark chandler
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| posted on 8/3/12 at 06:21 PM |
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Originally posted by D Beddows
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But all in all I quite liked 'growing up' in the 90s, I got Mobile phones and the birth of the internet which aided my 'man
slut' days no end!
I was born in 1968 and having observed the teenagers living in our house I'm actually really glad my teenage years were spent without mobile
phones, the internet and especially Facebook! I wouldn't want to be without them now (with the exception of Facebook) but I don't see
being in constant contact with your 'friends' when you're a teenager as being a step forward.
Being born in the 60's is about right I reckon (although I'm obviously slightly biased!) the freedom of being a kid in the 70's,
seeing 'youth culture' evolve (it just goes round in circles now) and watching technology take off.
I'll be honest I don't miss the cars - 70's and 80's cars are vastly overated nowadays, yeah some of the top of the
range/sports versions were okish but most people didn't drive them they drove the base models and I'm sorry but an 1100 MK2 Escort/1300cc
MK 4 Cortina/ 1100cc Chevette/1100 Allegro etc etc were pretty horrible then and are pretty horrible now!
I always had big cars as insurance was cheaper then, downside was 1/2 my wage went in petrol, fast then is slower than a diesel astra now ... but
it felt fast. I bet my 3litre capri with a bit of fettling and holley carb was as fast as most stuff these days, they did not have to carry the weight
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bobinspain
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| posted on 8/3/12 at 09:38 PM |
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Originally posted by franky
I would have liked to been in my early 20's in the 70's
Everyone's a child of their times. No choice to be otherwise.
I'm a 'baby-boomer.' b 1948.
The late 50s (Ted's--teddy boys) and early 60s were fabulous. Winkle-picker boots and 'elephant's trunk quiffs.'
As 10 yr olds we'd set off for the day with a pack of sarnies and a bottle of 'spanish juice', (an old pop bottle into which was
poured hot water and a liquorice stick to give it flavour. ha'penny a stick)). Treck from Burnley to Pendle Hill (Barley) over the fields via
Fence and the style at the back of the Sparrow Hawk pub. "Make sure you're home before dark", was the only caveat.
Burnley 'Mechanics Institute' in 1963 to see the Kinks, (who no-showed), drunk in the lav by 10pm.
Hollies and the Beatles at Nelson Imp (Imperial Ballroom) in the mid 60s.
Man on the moon 1969, same year as Woodstock.
"Turn on, tune in, trip out," was the mantra of Doctor Timothy Leary.
I'd love to write a book.
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bi22le
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| posted on 8/3/12 at 11:09 PM |
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Originally posted by bobinspain
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Originally posted by franky
I would have liked to been in my early 20's in the 70's
Everyone's a child of their times. No choice to be otherwise.
I'm a 'baby-boomer.' b 1948.
The late 50s (Ted's--teddy boys) and early 60s were fabulous. Winkle-picker boots and 'elephant's trunk quiffs.'
As 10 yr olds we'd set off for the day with a pack of sarnies and a bottle of 'spanish juice', (an old pop bottle into which was
poured hot water and a liquorice stick to give it flavour. ha'penny a stick)). Treck from Burnley to Pendle Hill (Barley) over the fields via
Fence and the style at the back of the Sparrow Hawk pub. "Make sure you're home before dark", was the only caveat.
Burnley 'Mechanics Institute' in 1963 to see the Kinks, (who no-showed), drunk in the lav by 10pm.
Hollies and the Beatles at Nelson Imp (Imperial Ballroom) in the mid 60s.
Man on the moon 1969, same year as Woodstock.
"Turn on, tune in, trip out," was the mantra of Doctor Timothy Leary.
I'd love to write a book.
sounds like you should!
You could start with small experts or stories of your past in non-motoring section.
Track days ARE the best thing since sliced bread, until I get a supercharger that is!
Please read my ring story:
http://www.locostbuilders.co.uk/forum/13/viewthread.php?tid=139152&page=1
Me doing a sub 56sec lap around Brands Indy. I need a geo set up! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHksfvIGB3I
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Chippy
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| posted on 8/3/12 at 11:39 PM |
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I was born in 1939, lived through the 2nd world war, (although remember very little about it), evacuated to a farm near Royston. It was by far the
best time to be born. When I started riding bikes, (motor kind) there were no silly blanket speed limits, and very few cars, you could do the main
roads as fast as you could go. If you got pulled on minor roads you could usually outrun the copper on there Triumph speed twins, and their cars
didn't stand an earthly. Went through the worst part of the Cold War in the services, when the warnng light was often at amber and occasionaly
at red, but hell we/I was going to live for ever, (so far, so good). I think that whenever you are born, the times you live through always seem the
best, because thats what you are used to, but I know my time WAS definately the best, Regards Ray
To make a car go faster, just add lightness. Colin Chapman - OR - fit a bigger engine. Chippy
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T66
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| posted on 8/3/12 at 11:52 PM |
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Born 66
Good year for me and English football
Spent my time, catching frogs and newts, fishing, catching bees in a coffee jar, catching mice, killing rats with air rifles and cattys.
Bonfires where we cooked spuds, chased each other all over the North east with toy rifles, bayoneted each other, rode bikes 25 miles to watch the
aircraft taking off, cooking with my grandmother. working on the family friends farm at harvest time, driving the gorgeous David Brown tractor
going to my brothers friends, to see twin engine dragbikes, drag cars (Mid 70s) and other car mad things.
riding my other brothers Suzuki TS125 , his RD400, His GT750 between the ages of 14 and 16 - he caught me ! Ouch.....
Passing my test and driving my brothers BMW 323i Alpina - wow
its all too serious now, its a shame
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bobinspain
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| posted on 9/3/12 at 08:25 AM |
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Everyone's a child of their times. No choice to be otherwise.
I'm a 'baby-boomer.' b 1948.
The late 50s (Ted's--teddy boys) and early 60s were fabulous. Winkle-picker boots and 'elephant's trunk quiffs.'
As 10 yr olds we'd set off for the day with a pack of sarnies and a bottle of 'spanish juice', (an old pop bottle into which was
poured hot water and a liquorice stick to give it flavour. ha'penny a stick)). Treck from Burnley to Pendle Hill (Barley) over the fields via
Fence and the style at the back of the Sparrow Hawk pub. "Make sure you're home before dark", was the only caveat.
Burnley 'Mechanics Institute' in 1963 to see the Kinks, (who no-showed), drunk in the lav by 10pm.
Hollies and the Beatles at Nelson Imp (Imperial Ballroom) in the mid 60s.
Man on the moon 1969, same year as Woodstock.
"Turn on, tune in, trip out," was the mantra of Doctor Timothy Leary.
I'd love to write a book.
sounds like you should!
You could start with small experts or stories of your past in non-motoring section.
Bi22,
Started off 1953 going to school in clogs. (irons on the sole 'n' heel: great for sliding). Mum worked 13 looms in the cotton sheds.
Decent secondary education with what would now be considered bullying teachers, (we called 'em disciplinarian).
1968, first awakening of interest in cars: my cousin was a dentist and drove a red E-Type! (I went to Uni to read dentistry-chucked out for not taking
it seriously). Supped some stuff though! 'Half blue' UAU Volleyball Champs '68.
Commissioned RAF. (Joined for a bet,---seriously. A Royal Marine pal bet me a Marks n Sparks shirt I wouldn't pass the 5-day aircrew entrance
assessment at Biggin Hill. I passed!) Signed up and (inter-alia), flew around the world for 6 years, (great tales of Honk Kong, Buhgi
street-(Singapore), Aus and the US of A. Spent 17 years in the RAF. Uniquely memorable and formative years.
Odds n sods for 3 years. Not a good time career-wise, but laid the grounwork for second career.
Second career in the City for 12 years.
Ret'd 2001, sold up and moved out here.
Talk about eclectic?
I feel deeply saddened at the lack of opportunity for youg people these days. Unemployment here for 16-25 yr olds is running at over 40%. My girl
finishes her nursing degree this year--no jobs. They're laying off nurses in an effort to cut public expenditure. Drugs and crime seem to be
prevalent everywhere, (including the 'lovely' costas). It's all turning to rat-5hit. Yep, by sheer serendipity, I pitched into the
world at 'the right time'.
Bob.
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steve m
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| posted on 9/3/12 at 10:55 AM |
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"Born in '64 and on the whole had a brilliant childhood in the 70's.
Most of my everyday clothes were either hand-me-downs from older cousins, bought at the local jumble sale or made by my mum on her sewing machine!
Still, it meant I could get plastered in mud etc. without too much worry while climbing trees, building dens and tarzan rope swings with my mates or
hurling ourselves down the steepest hills on our home-made pram-wheeled trolleys (local term for go-carts) with no regard for our safety whatsoever
(still there were far fewer cars then.)
During school holidays and at weekends, I would get kicked out of the house at around 9.30 with a little money for a pasty and drink, and would not be
expected home again 'til teatime!
I wasn't allowed to use the newly installed phone to ring my mates (unless I paid for it out of my meagre pocket money) and had to walk or cycle
to their houses to see if they were in.
We were all fit as fleas, skinny as rakes and brown as berries during those seemingly long hot summers.
All that said, I reckon I would liked to have been born some 7 or 8 years earlier just so |I could be a teenager around the birth of glam and heavy
rock in the early 70's. "
Pretty well, ME !
I was born in 60, and did pretty well all the above, i had forgotten the phone ban!! yep my house had that as well,
My best mate lived about 100 YARDS away,but his and my bedroom type of faced each other, we did morse code with torches even worked in the day if you
stood way back from the window
My favorite band is Deep purple, and i was to young to see them in there heyday, but still prefer heavy metal to any toyband of today
I remember the first TV in the house apart from the Lounge was in my bedroom, 1981, i was 21,
cassette tapes, and taping stuff off the radio
the colour schems/decorating! my bedroom walls were bright orange, and the ceiling light blue, hideous now, but looked fine when i was a kid
They were really good times, and as a kid 8ish and on, i was never in the house or home, yet my 11yr old Grandson never plays outside, and isnt
really allowed to do much at all, so plays on xbox etc for 24 hours a day
sad really
Steve
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