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pretty much played football around the clock until i was about 13 then got into weed, music and lasses and it all changed. spent most Saturdays hanging out at volume records at the galleries, buying tickets for gigs before going to town to hang out on what was then known as the hippy green, drinking cider, punctuated by the occasional trip to warner brothers cinema or metroland. later on, we just used to wander around the second hand clothes shops - flip was a personal favourite. not sure if it's even still going tbh. 

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2 hours ago, Dr Gloom said:

spent most Saturdays hanging out at volume records at the galleries, 


I bought every Bros single in there on the day of release. It was KMA records then - 1988/89 😄

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The thrill of finding a dirty mag in a hedge or bushes is something the youth of today will probably never experience. :(

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13 minutes ago, Howmanheyman said:

The thrill of finding a dirty mag in a hedge or bushes is something the youth of today will probably never experience. :(


Could never get some pages to open :lol: 

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5 hours ago, Sonatine said:

Commando Comic No. 178 - Hammer Of The Japs - LetsGoCommando

 

Disgusting cover, should never have been allowed!!!

 

That plane is a DeHaviland mosquito, they weren't deployed to the far East because they were made of wood and the heat and humidity would have had them falling to bits, it should be a Bristol Beaufighter (aka whispering death by the japs) outrageous error.

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6 hours ago, Toonpack said:

 

Disgusting cover, should never have been allowed!!!

 

That plane is a DeHaviland mosquito, they weren't deployed to the far East because they were made of wood and the heat and humidity would have had them falling to bits, it should be a Bristol Beaufighter (aka whispering death by the japs) outrageous error.

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I spent a lot of time buying and listening to music. Smoking weed. Doing all sorts, dancing in clubs and fields. But I wasted a lot of time too. 

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2 hours ago, Alex said:

I spent a lot of time buying and listening to music. Smoking weed. Doing all sorts, dancing in clubs and fields. But I wasted a lot of time too. 

Thanks George 

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My childhood was basically that film "Stand By Me". A mostly quiet and isolated wee ex-mining village where everyone knew everyone, we all kicked about together and went on daft escapades to the woods, local quarry, or played hide and seek grounds of the chipboard factory. Pissed off all the local farmers by moving all the hay-bails around and building what were probably incredibly unsafe structures from them. We would nick ropes and nets from the factory use them to make hammocks and zip-lines deep in the woods, or "absaile" down the cliffs at the quarry. Half the time there would be some random stray dog along for the adventure with us, we'd know the dogs name and roughly what house it lived at, but nobody knew fuck all about it's owners. 

 

Suburban childhood bliss until we stumbled on the body of a body of woman in one of those fields. Turned out she'd had a drunken arguement with her partner, he'd stabbed her 19 times and moved her body to the field in a wheelie bin. We were 10.

 

Wish I could say I was joking. It was probably a year or so after that our neighbour introduced me to SLF and gave me a copy of some dodgy Guns N Roses bootleg. Absolute hero.

 

That was childhood. The teenage years were a different thing entirely.

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1 hour ago, Blastronaut said:

My childhood was basically that film "Stand By Me". A mostly quiet and isolated wee ex-mining village where everyone knew everyone, we all kicked about together and went on daft escapades to the woods, local quarry, or played hide and seek grounds of the chipboard factory. Pissed off all the local farmers by moving all the hay-bails around and building what were probably incredibly unsafe structures from them. We would nick ropes and nets from the factory use them to make hammocks and zip-lines deep in the woods, or "absaile" down the cliffs at the quarry. Half the time there would be some random stray dog along for the adventure with us, we'd know the dogs name and roughly what house it lived at, but nobody knew fuck all about it's owners. 

 

Suburban childhood bliss until we stumbled on the body of a body of woman in one of those fields. Turned out she'd had a drunken arguement with her partner, he'd stabbed her 19 times and moved her body to the field in a wheelie bin. We were 10.

 

Wish I could say I was joking. It was probably a year or so after that our neighbour introduced me to SLF and gave me a copy of some dodgy Guns N Roses bootleg. Absolute hero.

 

That was childhood. The teenage years were a different thing entirely.

 

I am sincerely sorry you experienced this. Sounds like it must have been devastating to see as a child... not sure I could have handled it personally.

 

You've got to wonder at the shit people go through sometimes.

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18 minutes ago, Rayvin said:

 

I am sincerely sorry you experienced this. Sounds like it must have been devastating to see as a child... not sure I could have handled it personally.

 

You've got to wonder at the shit people go through sometimes.

 

Amen. One thing this board has taught me over the years is this truism.

 

"if we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back".

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2 hours ago, Renton said:

Wait What GIF by Willie Jones

 

Fucking hell Blastronaut. Sounds like the start of a novel explaining the origins of a serial killer.

 

It's basically just an Enid Blyton book with an Irvine Welsh short story shoe-horned in the middle tbf. 

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