Viking Supporters Co-operative
Viking Chat => Off Topic => Topic started by: Bentley Bullet on October 26, 2018, 04:25:20 pm
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Things we used to have but don't have now. OK, seeing as it's my idea I'll start.
Strippers in pubs and clubs. Sunday dinner time sessions were never the same when they stopped having them.
Great days! I suspect those 'artists' will be experiencing gravitational sagginess these days, but I for one would like to say a big thanks to them all.
Thanks for the Mammaries.
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*Sorry, thanks for the memories. Bloody predictive text.
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Politicians of calibre and principle.
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White dog poo.?
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Them spicy wotsits
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Them spicy wotsits
IDM beat you to it RedJ.
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The bloke who used to sell hamburgers from his bike trolley outside the White Bear in the 70s
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Cheese & Onion Golden Wonder Crisps
Scampi Nik Naks
Hamlet Cigar Adverts
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The bloke who used to sell hamburgers from his bike trolley outside the White Bear in the 70s
I think his name was Ron. He used to carry a 2 foot long Ring spanner for protection inside his coat.
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I think it was the only warm food you could get at kick out time until the Kebab shop opened on Priory Place
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I had my first ever Kabab from there shortly after it opened. I recall vividly spending half the night thereafter wearing the Twyford's collar. I reckon that eighth pint was a bit iffy.
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Shady jazz mags thrown haphazardly in a Bush.
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Shady jazz mags thrown haphazardly in a Bush.
The internet killed that particular pleasure. The youth of today will never know the delight of stumbling upon a discarded mag, nor will they know the anguish of thinking they had happened upon one, only to discover it was the Grattons catalogue.
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These days we have to put up with never knowing if the plumber got that washing machine sorted.
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Shady jazz mags thrown haphazardly in a Bush.
The internet killed that particular pleasure. The youth of today will never know the delight of stumbling upon a discarded mag, nor will they know the anguish of thinking they had happened upon one, only to discover it was the Grattons catalogue.
As an impressionable 12 Yr old I stumbled across a crinkly, but decent conditioned New Kitsons 82 magazine.
An absolute joyful eye opener only to be ruined by the fact that THE most beautiful and flexible woman I've ever seen was stuck together for four pages.
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When I worra young 'en we only got access to 'second-hand' jazz mags. We couldn't afford to splash out on new ones.
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Going to the tip during a strike with an old pram to fill it up with slack.
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Mothers Pride bread