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twas limeade not cherry

No matter how you try you just can't fix stupid!

"There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats." - Albert Schweitzer

jenevieve wrote: twas limeade not cherry

I shall inform Wikipedia immediately.

Spots are so last year.

Corona used to give a penny back on the bottle.

Lots of bottled drink makers did. All the 'offies' did it too.

It was like a nice pressie for being good and recycling.

Mind you, the milkman never gave money back. My mum had to keep a tally of the number of pints we had every week, coz the milkman was always charging her for more.

Sorry, what was this blog about? ...or am I still writing to my auntie in America.....?

I make this look a lot easier than it really is!!!

I once heard a tale of a bunch of young scallywags who used to sneak around the back of Dee's newsagents, down Church Street, nick a few Corona, (amongst others), bottles and take them in the front to get the deposit back.....

Spots are so last year.

when i was little mum would buy corona pop from the pop man

I want to be as free in life as I am in my mind.

Yep, us too, he used to come around once a week, I think.

Spots are so last year.

Guilty as charged.

Well. hpw else were we supposed to get our black jacks, spanish gold tobacco and jamboree bags?

Spots are so last year.

Oh and don't forget farthing chews! I was naughty and I used to ask for three, coz the farthings were no more but the chews still had the same name and were four for a penny. They were killed by decimalisation, I think. Like sixpenny bits. There were no 'save the tanner' protests. Shame that - I loved tanners

I make this look a lot easier than it really is!!!

I have a fairly clear memory of the tanner being around for a good while after decimalisation,(though my memory does play tricks). Of course, once new halfpennies were stopped, then a tanner couldn't be used, anyway.

Spots are so last year.

Air??? Thou jesteth young Zebroid. It matters not two twitches of a mouse's squirtitude wether it was Cherryade, Limeade, or Gatorade ..surely the bubbles were Carbon Di-Oxide, whereas W.I. flatulence is largely Hydrogen Sulphide ..given the Womens' Institute's long-standing love of egg sandwiches??

pinnie wrote: Air??? Thou jesteth young Zebroid. It matters not two twitches of a mouse's squirtitude wether it was Cherryade, Limeade, or Gatorade ..surely the bubbles were Carbon Di-Oxide, whereas W.I. flatulence is largely Hydrogen Sulphide ..given the Womens' Institute's long-standing love of egg sandwiches??

Well, that certainly explains the excess condensation and fogging up.

Spots are so last year.

You're much bigger than me, so you must have quite a big brain, and it's high up, too. So you're probably right. I think I've still got one somewhere. A tanner that is, not a brain.

I make this look a lot easier than it really is!!!

Ah, but, being so much smaller than me, your brain size may very well be proportionately larger.

Richtea has a golfing mate who uses a half crown as a ball marker.

Spots are so last year.

I haven't got a brain any more. There was an incident with a pencil - I don't like to talk about it.

~ sighs ~ Half a crown! That was soooooooo much money.

I make this look a lot easier than it really is!!!

You poor thing, you.

I think, (again my memeory), I used to get 12/6d for my paper round, for which I got a ten bob note and a half a crown.

Spots are so last year.

There's a Half-Crown lying in the bottom of a ceramic pot in my living-room.

Why did I only just find this wonderous thread? And thank you SO much for remembering Spanish Gold Tobacco, whenever I say "Do you remember.....?" to people, they look at me like I was mad - kids eating fake tobacco? Whatever next?

Not huffy or stuffy, nor tiny or tall, But fluffy, just fluffy, with no brains at all.

A P Herbert (who obviously knew me well)

pinnie wrote: There's a Half-Crown lying in the bottom of a ceramic pot in my living-room.

They were substantial lumps of currency. When I used to visit my gran, back in the sixties, she'd often press a half-crown into my palm as I was leaving....rich I was.

"Me and Kevin, we're just not the same"

Women are from Reigate, men are from Reigate. Not all of them of course, that would be silly, some are from Pimlico, or Cleethorpes, or that little village in Derbyshire who's name eludes me, or Bridlington, or Weston Super Mare, or Clac....

It seems a weird idea now, doesn't it? That, and packets of sweet cigarettes. I used to love that stuff...potato puffs, there's another I loved that's disappeared.

"Me and Kevin, we're just not the same"

Women are from Reigate, men are from Reigate. Not all of them of course, that would be silly, some are from Pimlico, or Cleethorpes, or that little village in Derbyshire who's name eludes me, or Bridlington, or Weston Super Mare, or Clac....

Richtea wrote: pinnie wrote: There's a Half-Crown lying in the bottom of a ceramic pot in my living-room. They were substantial lumps of currency. When I used to visit my gran, back in the sixties, she'd often press a half-crown into my palm as I was leaving....rich I was.

When I was a child, an elderly neighbour would give those children who ran errands for her a Sixpence. Sometimes we got silver Threepenny-bits though. They weren't legal tender, having been withdrawn from circulation by an earlier government who wished to reclaim the silver from them, as my parents explained. My parents thought that our neighbour's eyesight was probably failing, and so I knocked her door to return the Threepenny-bit. The lady had indeed mistaken one coin for another, or the different pots she had taken them from. She said she thought that the silver Threepenny-bits were much nicer, but that they couldn't be spent anywhere. I agreed that they were lovely little objects wether they could be spent or not and thereafter I always had the option of a Sixpence as currency, or a silver Threepenny-bit as a keepsake. I ended up with quite a few of them, but foolishly buried them in a sandpit in the garden one day, and couldn't find them again. An occupational hazzard for all children and Pirates, naturally..