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#1 Posted : 10 March 2005 15:19:00(UTC)
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Posted By Chas According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 50's, 60's, 70's and even early 80's probably shouldn't have survived, because our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based paint which was promptly chewed and licked. We had no child-proof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to play with pots and pans. When we rode our bikes we wore no helmets, just flip-flops and fluorescent 'spokey dokey's' on our wheels. As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags - riding in the passenger seat was a treat. We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle and it tasted the same... strange how water tastes just like ....well ...water! We ate chips, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy juice with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing. Your mother MADE ice pops out of dilutable orange drinks. We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no one actually died from this.. We would spend hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we had forgotton the brakes. After running into stinging nettles a few times we learned to solve the problem (dock leaves). We would leave home in the morning and could play all day, as long as we were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us and no one minded. We did not have Play stations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99 channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no DVDs and no Internet chat rooms. We had friends - we went outside and found them. We played football and rounders every summer, and sometimes that ball really hurt! We fell out of trees, got cut, and broke bones but there were no lawsuits. We played knock-on-the-door-and-run-away and were actually afraid of the owners catching us. We WALKED, yes walked to friends' homes. We also believe it or not, WALKED to school; we didn't rely on mummy or daddy to drive us to school. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood (kinda like a cape, looked cool when you went really fast). The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of.They actually sided with the law. This generation has produced some of the best risk-takers and problem solvers and inventors, ever. The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. And you're one of them Congratulations! (Well done living this long). This, my friends, is surprisingly frightening and it might put a smile on your face: The majority of students in universities today were born in 1986.They are called youth. Check this out! They have never heard of "We are the World", "We are the children", and the Uptown Girl they know is by West life not Billy Joel. They have never heard of Rick Astley, Bananarama, Nena Cherry or Belinda Carlisle The Kinks or Elsie Brooks. For them, there has always been only one Germany and one Vietnam. AIDS has existed since they were born. CD's have existed since they were born. Michael Jackson has always been white. To them John Travolta has always been round in shape and they can't imagine how this fat guy could be a god of dance. They believe that Charlie's Angels and Mission Impossible are only movies. They can never imagine life before computers. They'll never have pretended to be the A Team, or the Famous Five They'll never have applied to be on "Jim'll Fix It" . They can't believe a black and white television ever existed And they will never understand how we could leave the house without a mobile phone. Now let's check if we're getting old. 1 You understand what was written above and you smile. 2 You need to sleep more, usually until the afternoon, after a night out. 3 You are always surprised to see small children playing comfortably with computers. 4 When you see teenagers with mobile phones, you shake your head. 5 You remember watching Dirty Den in East-Enders the first time round. 6 You meet your friends from time to time, talking about the good old days, repeating again all the funny things you have experienced together. 7 Having read this mail, you are thinking of forwarding it to some other friends because you think they will like it too. And finally, remember - you are not old - just fortunate!
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#2 Posted : 10 March 2005 15:41:00(UTC)
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Posted By J Knight Well, there is this thing about over protection of kids nowadays; though to some extent its also about parents' convenience, driving the kids to school is often the only way that people can then drive on to work on time. But once again it comes down to Risk Assessment, and people's difficulties in thinking risk issues through. Parents today are very over-protective, after all, yer average Victorian thought nowt about losing a couple of kids every day before breakfast (yes, I know it wasn't really like that...). I think education has something to do with it, people should be taught.... no not risk or H&S, but philosophy, and I don't mean Socrates or Hegel or Schopenhauer, I mean how to think. Some people manage to figure this trick out for themselves, but very young kids can be taught to think and question, and it sets up habits of mind which can last a lifetime. Following the herd means we have a breed of teenagers with big thumbs and even less knowledge of the world than I had as 14 year old. Kids (and adults) learn about risk in part by making mistakes, its kind of worrying that maybe a generation of kids who've had minimal exposure to risk will have an even poorer grasp of it as grown ups than today's adults. I mean, how musch grasp of risk has a head teacher (an educated person) who decides to ban pencil cases? John
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#3 Posted : 10 March 2005 16:18:00(UTC)
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Posted By jackw. Hi, you missed a few trick. Like building a raft and sailing it down the local rat infested canal. Not forgetting the grunge, chemicals waste etc. dumped by the local iron/steel works. I was a real sailor only fell in a couple of times. I am sure the water didn’t taste that bad. Don’t forget stealing and then trying to eat crab apples from local gardens… .ok the ones in the posh houses up the road from us peasants on the council estate. Don’t forget too the 6 hour football game..we played in a swing park thus had to negotiate around swings and joy wheels (roundabouts to some. A few cracked heads on the former but hey you only did that once.. then you put in your control measure.. actually look up when you are running around.. Yep the good old days.. When the only thing that brought you home from a days play was hunger pains. Oh statistically we were no more likely to be abducted attacked assaulted etc than to-days kids. Sorry about the last sentence must have downloaded that info from the net.. oh for the simple life!!!!
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#4 Posted : 10 March 2005 16:24:00(UTC)
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Posted By J Knight Hi Jack, good point about the abduction, assault etc, but you could put another slant on it; we were probably less likely to be maliciously invoved with anybody as there were an awful lot more of us running around on our own. Its like why birds flock; each individual is safer in a buch than on their own. The number of assaults on kids may not have changed (and that's no wonder since most of them are perpetrated by people known to or part of the family), but each child alone outside is more at risk than they were in my day. Ah those rat infested rivers! They just don't make effluent polluted streams the way they used to! I used to paddle in the (Yorkshire) Don when it was biologically dead and its colour depended on the dyes the local paper mill was using that week. It's got fish in it now! with only one head apiece, John
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#5 Posted : 10 March 2005 16:27:00(UTC)
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Posted By Phil.D.Baptiste AH, the seventies.... The Clash, Damned, Stranglers, Buzzcocks, Dead Kennedy's. Me....Mohican, ripped t-shirts, bike jacket, fatigues, doc's and paraboots the eighties, New Model Army, Sex Gang Children, The Nephilim. Me....Mohican, same clothes but sometimes a bit 'gothy' Now....Suit, tie, sensible shoes that don't support my ankles, glasses, paunch, thinning hair....that only got chopped in November when I moved from Arts & Heritage to the 'Home Office' then I leave work....ripped t-shirts, fatigues, paraboots, and wouldn't you know it, every holiday....mohican, thinning but proud! I wonder how a risk assessment for amosh pit would read.....
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#6 Posted : 10 March 2005 16:42:00(UTC)
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Posted By Gerry Knowles Who remembers things like real pubs and real beer. Proper music and not this rubbish they play now. God I sound like my father. Isn't it great to be a coffin dodger. Gerry
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#7 Posted : 10 March 2005 17:51:00(UTC)
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Posted By John Webster .............and we still had change from half a crown for a bag of chips on the way home.
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#8 Posted : 11 March 2005 08:28:00(UTC)
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Posted By Phil.D.Baptiste Your all invited to Otley.... real pubs, real beer, real music, you can be and wear what you like and..... its full of charity shops for the coffin dodgers amongst us! Starngely enough, going back to the original thread, the kids down here still act like they did in the 70's, except they look older than they are, drink cider and pils instead of tizer and irn bru and the language is more choice....oh and the uniform of choice is chava....apart from that they still throw each other in the Wharfe, hang around in the woods/graveyard/bus station.... Only problem the police can't 'clip them round the ear and besides, they're never around! Philby
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#9 Posted : 11 March 2005 09:27:00(UTC)
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Posted By J Knight Aye, and kids today, you know what, they don't believe a word of it.... John
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#10 Posted : 11 March 2005 09:43:00(UTC)
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Posted By David Bannister I don't understand what all the fuss is about. I'm still 19, can still play footie with the lads, still love the same music, still the same 8st7lb, can still dance, have no interest in settling down, allergic to a suit.... Oh heck, is it morning already? Where's my glasses & zimmer
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#11 Posted : 11 March 2005 09:49:00(UTC)
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Posted By J Knight And there's yet another side to this; my partner's nephew is 13, and like the rest of the family he's very musical; he plays the guitar, his heroes are Jimi (Hendrix) and Jimmy (Page); he can play them an' all, John
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#12 Posted : 11 March 2005 10:05:00(UTC)
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Posted By Laurie I never thought I was "acquiring a more mature outlook on life" (now doesn't that sound better than "getting old"?), until my son turned off TOTP with the comment that it was a load of tuneless c**p performed by talentless no-hopers! Incidentally, what about taking hens' eggs still warm from the nest and sucking them out, when they were still covered with what you would expect, or using a rusty old tin can to get an instant drink of warm milk from the nearest friendly cow, not to mention the healthy exercise when she turned out to be not so friendly! Laurie
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#13 Posted : 11 March 2005 12:18:00(UTC)
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Posted By Aidan Toner Laurie, about this drinking the milk thing??. Is this and ould bull story- ?? Did you confuse the t's and the b's. I can see why there would have been annoyance on behalf of the animal in question and you really would be one of us from the 'generation of survivors'.
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#14 Posted : 11 March 2005 14:36:00(UTC)
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Posted By Chris Black Chas You missed some of the more character-forming aspects of bygone days such as the slap of a wet mitre mouldmaster (size 5) hitting a cold twelve year old's thigh on a january morning in paisley. "shirts versus skins" (why was i always in skins?) on said january day getting whacked across the hand with a 12" by 2" leather strap for being a kid (sometimes till you bled) marvelling at idiots who would smoke a cinammon stick because they didn't have the money for five capstan watching cars scream to halt when you did the "rope trick" just as the street lights came on. untrammelled access to fireworks. playing william tell with home made cross bows sitting next to a pile of sawdust-covered vomit from first playtime till lunch sitting on a bench for 40 minutes watching the PE teacher re-enact the moves (all of them) from sunday's harlem globetrotters match.
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#15 Posted : 11 March 2005 14:39:00(UTC)
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Posted By Zoe Barnett I've never met anyone who had their arm broken by a swan's wing - and I've never met anyone who was actually clipped around the ear by a policeman either. However I do recall the pride with which we boasted of having gone "over the handlebars" on our bikes - I carried the scabs on my hands for weeks as a badge of honour!
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#16 Posted : 11 March 2005 15:54:00(UTC)
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Posted By Stevie Saddest moment in my life to date..... shouting at my 18 year old to "turn the b****y music down" only to realise that he had just bought a 'Clash' CD......and then remembering my dad shouting at me to "turn the b****y music down" when I played my Clash LP when I was 18 !!!
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#17 Posted : 11 March 2005 15:56:00(UTC)
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Posted By J Knight Where did the swan's wing bit come from Zoe? It's an urban (or possibly rural in this case) myth in any event. I mean, swans are big b*****s but not as hard as they look really. Why did twelve year olds have their thighs done in paisley? Some sort of group identity tattoo? Anybody remember nearky throwing up on the top deck of the bus because of the smoke? Or was it just me, John
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#18 Posted : 11 March 2005 17:10:00(UTC)
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Posted By Merv Newman I suppose I'll have to come in on this one - it seems to be aimed directly at me. I was reminded of the times we went swimming in the nearby lock of the grand union canal - no cossies of course. And zoe, I once, at the request of my girl friend (now wife) had to separate two fighting swans. no problem and they didn't seem to weigh more than a small turkey. I'm sure that if I had not obeyed her little whim, SHE would have broken my arm. Nostalgia, it's still as good as it ever was. I've just (2pm) got home from south africa. four flights and about 20 security checks. Modern times
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#19 Posted : 11 March 2005 19:29:00(UTC)
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Posted By Laurie My God! Shirts versus Skins. What luxury. In my area it was Vests v Skins. We'd have been flayed alive if we'd got grass/mud stains on our shirts! Nice memory tho'. I'd forgotten that one Laurie
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#20 Posted : 11 March 2005 20:38:00(UTC)
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Posted By David Brede I still cannot get over John Websters post. Change from half a crown? As a boy I could spend half a crown on a couple of mags, the chips, a drink and an afternoon watching Spurs Reserves.
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