the simple pleasures of life that we have lost

FarleyUK

Bridgehouse said:

fastonebaz said:

bobblehat said:

octatonic said:

Finding pornography in the woods.

This.... 

Haha I used to find that as well.  Always wondered who was buying it,  taking it to the woods and leaving it there.

From experience:

Naughty Schoolmate nicks porno from newsagent - normally the tall kid who can reach, and normally whilst other mates distract the shop owner with a kerfuffle about panini stickers. 

Said mag is pored over at the local park/woods/etc. 

Then, one of the following happens:

- One kid gets antsy as he wants to take it home for a quiet wank
- Local bobby is seen approaching
- Bigger older kids seen approaching

And said mag is then quickly torn up, disposed of, or chucked quickly into the nearest bush/hedge/bin/undergrowth etc.

True story - As I was 6ft 2 in secondary school, I ran a Porno Mag selling business. Would take orders from people and go and buy them from newsagents, then sell them to the other kids for double or triple the price.

Made a small fortune.

Bridgehouse

FarleyUK said:

Bridgehouse said:

fastonebaz said:

bobblehat said:

octatonic said:

Finding pornography in the woods.

This.... 

Haha I used to find that as well.  Always wondered who was buying it,  taking it to the woods and leaving it there.

From experience:

Naughty Schoolmate nicks porno from newsagent - normally the tall kid who can reach, and normally whilst other mates distract the shop owner with a kerfuffle about panini stickers. 

Said mag is pored over at the local park/woods/etc. 

Then, one of the following happens:

- One kid gets antsy as he wants to take it home for a quiet wank
- Local bobby is seen approaching
- Bigger older kids seen approaching

And said mag is then quickly torn up, disposed of, or chucked quickly into the nearest bush/hedge/bin/undergrowth etc.

True story - As I was 6ft 2 in secondary school, I ran a Porno Mag selling business. Would take orders from people and go and buy them from newsagents, then sell them to the other kids for double or triple the price.

Made a small fortune.

I reckon I got my hands on a good number of your hand me downs then

Strat_a_tat_tat

Bridgehouse said:

When a really small nipper (probly 76) I remember.... 

I know it's said that people don't really age as fast they did in the 1950s... but I'm still not sure 76 qualifies you as a really small nipper. Not unless you've invested heavily in botox and fillers.

Bridgehouse

Strat_a_tat_tat said:

Bridgehouse said:

When a really small nipper (probly 76) I remember.... 

I know it's said that people don't really age as fast they did in the 1950s... but I'm still not sure 76 qualifies you as a really small nipper. Not unless you've invested heavily in botox and fillers.

How do you know I’m not a neutron star?

Strat_a_tat_tat

Bridgehouse said:

Strat_a_tat_tat said:

Bridgehouse said:

When a really small nipper (probly 76) I remember.... 

I know it's said that people don't really age as fast they did in the 1950s... but I'm still not sure 76 qualifies you as a really small nipper. Not unless you've invested heavily in botox and fillers.

How do you know I’m not a neutron star?

Apologies... you are indeed a celestial body.

Bridgehouse

Strat_a_tat_tat said:

Bridgehouse said:

Strat_a_tat_tat said:

Bridgehouse said:

When a really small nipper (probly 76) I remember.... 

I know it's said that people don't really age as fast they did in the 1950s... but I'm still not sure 76 qualifies you as a really small nipper. Not unless you've invested heavily in botox and fillers.

How do you know I’m not a neutron star?

Apologies... you are indeed a celestial body.

I’m still a nipper at 400 million years old

blobb

Jacks anyone?

or perhaps tip-cat?

mrkb

TheMarlin said:

we used to play a game where we would stand by the road, and throw a football, in an attempt to bounce the ball off the opposite kerb, 

That would be Kerby!

munckee

A kid at schools dad went to germany and Holland for work a lot and brought back Hardcore smut which the kid started a business with,  It was a £1 to look at the mag in the late 80s. He somehow did a roaring trade. 

WiresDreamDisasters

Fingering the girls on the miniature golf course, going home and throwing up on mam's carpet.

MagicPigDetective

FarleyUK said:

Bridgehouse said:

fastonebaz said:

bobblehat said:

octatonic said:

Finding pornography in the woods.

This.... 

Haha I used to find that as well.  Always wondered who was buying it,  taking it to the woods and leaving it there.

From experience:

Naughty Schoolmate nicks porno from newsagent - normally the tall kid who can reach, and normally whilst other mates distract the shop owner with a kerfuffle about panini stickers. 

Said mag is pored over at the local park/woods/etc. 

Then, one of the following happens:

- One kid gets antsy as he wants to take it home for a quiet wank
- Local bobby is seen approaching
- Bigger older kids seen approaching

And said mag is then quickly torn up, disposed of, or chucked quickly into the nearest bush/hedge/bin/undergrowth etc.

True story - As I was 6ft 2 in secondary school, I ran a Porno Mag selling business. Would take orders from people and go and buy them from newsagents, then sell them to the other kids for double or triple the price.

Made a small fortune.

Far more innocently, I would buy a few wham bars for 20p or whatever before catching the bus in the morning, and sell them in school for a pound or two. 

thermionic

fastonebaz said:

bobblehat said:

octatonic said:

Finding pornography in the woods.

This.... 

Haha I used to find that as well.  Always wondered who was buying it,  taking it to the woods and leaving it there.

When you get yourself a real girlfriend, you leave your stash for the benefit of future generations.

Going back to the OP, I remember finding a box full of Corona bottles in a dusty corner in the garden shed of my friend’s dad. That kept us in daily visits to the sweetshop all summer long.

Sassafras

I miss the days when people used to speak to each other rather than having faces glued to a smartphone or tablet.

tone1

setting fire to stuff with a magnifying glass 
catapults
school summer holidays 
passing a fag around between your mates 

And who was it that was leaving copies of Razzle in hedgerows in the 70’s?  

Octafish

Viz magazine did a comic strip about the bongo mags in the woods phenomena called 'Porn Free'. It featured a couple who fought to protect and conserve jazz periodicals in the wild. I did just try to google it to see if there were any uploaded strips, luckily I realised the implications of clicking on google images before too late.  ...

hywelg

Huntley and Palmers Butter and Honey biscuits.

WiresDreamDisasters

I miss that innocent period of my life when Wethers Original's were not referred to as Nonce Nuggets.

MagicPigDetective

Playing marbles - we had a huge marbles craze in our school in the 80’s with all kinds of rules and names for moves, anyone else? It got banned eventually after games turned nasty.

Playing games with coins on tables during lunch hour when it as raining.

Another yard game: british bulldogs.

Philly_Q

munckee said:

mikeyrob73 said:

27 a side games of football down the park in the summer that would last for an afternoon 

I remember a game between all the young people in my village (before it became a small town, it was all fields back then) against a large group of french students.  It was like Agincourt.

When I was in junior school there was a separate building for kids with special educational needs.  In those, er, enlightened times, they weren't allowed to mix at all with the rest of the school - lunch and breaks were all at different times so we hardly ever saw them.  The building was called The Unit (or at least that's how we knew it) and we called the kids... "Units".

Once a term, for some reason, the Units would have a lunch break at the same time as everyone else... and without fail there would be a mass brawl.  I've got a distinct memory of a group of boys picking up some kid and dropping him over the chicken-wire fence into a big patch of nettles.  I think about it now and I can hardly believe it happened.

schrodinger1612

Stone fights...

Water Fights, and the smell of wet concrete in the sun (remember those Super Soakers with the giant green plastic water canisters strapped to your back?)

Goldeneye Multiplayer

Duke Nukem multiplayer with my brother over dial up modem...this was before online multiplayer really took off. 

‘Dog lady’ and her homemade Coca Cola lollies.