The good old days……

On them trips Up North, the bridges hadn’t been built yet, so the Erskine crossing, Ballachullish and Kylesku were all ferries.
Kylesku is the picturesque curved one you see on all the holiday adverts for Scotland.
We used to camp on the North side of the ferry and fished the lochs on the Duchess of Westminster’s estate ( she didn’t need the permit money )
The Kylesku Inn was on the South side and the ferry stopped running late afternoon.
No problem. The old man found out the ferryman lived on the North side and liked a dram himself.
Fry of trout for the ferryman and a personal ferry back at closing time which was er optional.
How come there was money for all them bridges, Skye as well, but now we can’t even fix the potholes ?
 
Originally there was no speed limit on the M1 and Park Lane was a race track 70+ mph between Marble Arch and Hyde Park Corner. Free car parking on the Kings Road and Carnaby Street.
You could freely walk along Downing street and face number 10.
Then, the PM would often pop-out with a tray of drinks and have a chat with the kind folk of London. “But you try and tell that to the young people of today and they simply won't believe you!”
 
The youth of today don’t know they are born, up until the age of around 8 we had a bath once a week on a Sunday, the order of the process was as follows, get the tin bath from the outside sh*te house door and put it in the living room in front of the fire, father 1st (we weren’t allowed in the room) he finished and then my sister jumped in, then it was me and my brother together and finally. My mum. Empty the tub in the alleyway (every house did the same) and then hang the tub back on the sh*tehouse door. I have to add the outside lavvy was shared between two houses and believe me you didn’t want to go in there after the fat bloke next door had made a sharp exit. Mother would send us up the corner shop with 10p for 5 parkdrive (for her)and the change would buy a bag full of blackjacks….. i kid you not.
 
What winds me up is how utterly useless people are these days ! Back then people were capable of making things, fixing things, thinking for themselves etc.

Kids can’t even take a proper driving test anymore FFS!
 
The youth of today don’t know they are born, up until the age of around 8 we had a bath once a week on a Sunday, the order of the process was as follows, get the tin bath from the outside sh*te house door and put it in the living room in front of the fire, father 1st (we weren’t allowed in the room) he finished and then my sister jumped in, then it was me and my brother together and finally. My mum. Empty the tub in the alleyway (every house did the same) and then hang the tub back on the sh*tehouse door. I have to add the outside lavvy was shared between two houses and believe me you didn’t want to go in there after the fat bloke next door had made a sharp exit. Mother would send us up the corner shop with 10p for 5 parkdrive (for her)and the change would buy a bag full of blackjacks….. i kid you not.
I hated Blackjacks!
 
Thing is…im soon 65 and everything aches, I’ve even started to make involuntary sounds when i get up. No one mentioned to me as a kid that everything hurts when you get old…..i was going to inform the younger generation of the aches and pains when you get older…..but sod um, they can find out for themselves
 
I raised the average age question on here a few years ago. I’m 58 and the consensus was that I’m at the young end. I’m hanging on to that!
Please don't take offence but sometimes you sound so much more mature than your years!
:Iamsorry
 
Or Parma Violets? Or jaw breakers? Or MoJos?
Or a OG curly wurly

There is a guy that has a world record for stretching a curly wurley for a ridiculous length, he knows he has it for life now because they have reduced the size of curly Wurleys by a massive amount.

Who remembers wagon wheels ? Used to be the size of your head :thumb
 
One thing in grateful for the good old days is that those guys worked it all out, how to camp, where to camp, what to camp in, what utensils you’ll need, how to find campsites.

These days, you buy a van, you open up a forum to get a kit list, open up park for night to find all the sites, use Google translate to send booking requests.

It really couldn’t be any easier. Thank you good old days, we stand on the shoulders of giants.
 
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