(26-01-2019 17:27 )Tractor boy Wrote: [ -> ] (26-01-2019 01:19 )Carl_HoneyLover Wrote: [ -> ]Going to Butlins Pwllheli in 1978 in our old D reg Ford Cortina. About 30 miles from our destination on a boiling hot May afternoon the car is overheating.
Remember this is in the days when bottles of water weren’t available. So can you guess what went into the radiator to cool things down?
My Dad, me and my brother...all did our bit to fill the radiator with piss. When in an emergency and all that..Did the job though...
I've heard of shit in the carberettor but thats ridiculous 
Yeah it does sound ridiculous, but seriously it did the job...there was a bit of a smell though..
Being on the road reminded me of the roadside cafés that used to be around like the Happy Eater and the various motorway ones that in the 70's were absolutely terrible. The tea was usually watery, there was never enough variety and frankly after stopping at one you wanted to get out fast. Later however they changed and probably the best roadside restaurants ever were LITTLE CHEFs. These were cheery places and the food was magnificent. We would make a detour just to find the nearest ones and much later they opened motels so you could stay on the site and have breakfast, lunch, dinner etc by just walking out of your room and straight to a Little Chef. I absolutely loved those places, the first time I ever experienced a duvet as well. The food was really good and the service excellent.
I believe Little chefs did Harry Ramsden's that was the best fish and chips!!
Crazy school memory...
From what was then known as a Comprehensive school, and the lunatic teachers we had.
Firstly our nutcase Science teacher, Mr Weaver, a bald headed psycho...who often wore one of those corduroy jackets with the leather bit on the elbows...
Ask yourself the question. Have I ever witnessed a teacher slamming the door shut by head butting it?
If the answer is no then consider yourself lucky, I witnessed this crazy fool doing that on a weekly basis. If you ever got on the wrong side of him he would grab you by the tie, haul you over the desk and drag you out the classroom...Luckily this didn’t happen to me but I saw it happen to others, the scary thing being that once dragged out, you didn’t hear any shouting..in fact you heard nothing, which in truth was a lot worse because when the unlucky soul who’d been dragged out came back in, he’d be in a right state.
Then there was the woodwork teacher who threw a chisel at me one week because he saw me smirking at the way he was talking..he had a lisp which caused me a lot of trouble because every time he opened his mouth it would trigger my sniggering reflex...
The metalwork teacher (nicknamed ‘Penfold’ because he looked like the character from ‘Danger Mouse’) threw a file at me for messing around, the lesson bored the arse off me, 2 whole hours per week for a whole year of supposedly making a toolmakers clamp...never even got close to finishing the damn thing.
Also had the delight of having one of those chalk erasers that were wooden on the back flung in my direction, wasn’t quick enough to avoid it and it smacked the top right side of my forehead...the scar is still there to this day.
It was from that day on that I realised that acting the fool was not the way to go..
Foodie memory...
remember the ice cream vans and the screwball ice cream? I think it was a plastic cone filled with ice cream and I think it was a ball of bubble gum that was at the bottom I think they were about £1
Going to the Ice Cream van by ours, and paying 5p for a ‘cornet’, and thinking that 15p for a ‘99’ was far too expensive...
Yes indeed that was what that was from ice cream vans.
School memory. Our science teacher wasn't in and so our Biology teacher was the stand in. We started the lesson well enough with her heating some phosphorus, magnesium and other things, but then she took some sodium out and heated that up. Now, as most schoolboys know sodium reacts to water and she said to us "when heating sodium you must make sure your spoon is dry" but she didn't look at her spoon which looking back I think had a tiny drop of water on it. The sodium took a bit of time to react to the water and heat then next second a huge BANG! We all dived for cover and the teacher was covered in black residue. How she didn't blow us all up is a miracle but luckily she was okay except this black carbon residue stuff was all over her jumper. I can say she never took a chemistry lesson again after that.
Buying ice cream bricks and wafers from newsagents OR buying a block of ice cream like Raspberry Ripple and cutting your own wedge of ice cream and put between two wafers.
One day our ice cream van came down the road with Jingle Bells playing...it was April!
Re the Ladybird books posted by Cheesy Grin in Childhood Images. When I was at my primary school, because my mother had made sure I read everyday, by the time I got to school I got to read the Janet and John books faster than anyone in the class; whilst they were stuck on 3a I had progressed up to 7b! We also had a series of classic illustrated stories like Cinderella, The Magic Porridge Pot and a host of others. All collectors items apparently not that we have any left now. There was a very good documentary about Ladybird books on BBC Four-keep an eye out for it, bound to be repeated and well worth a nostalgic watch.
That's the one-good old andyjb always finds the right link to something.