Oh, let me think I'm so ancient I can go back eons!!!
I remember party lines too, you had to share with a neighbour..It was really interesting when you could eavesdrop....It didn't matter you had to share, you were thought 'posh' because you didn't have to run to the call box, that was on every street corner ......Neighbours would come in, and ask to use your phone!
I remember walking down Carnaby Street, in my Mary Quant false eyelashes, they were so long, I could comb my eyebrows with them at the same time!) In my mini skirt, that was no more than a belt, white over the knee boots (kinky boots), and a yak skin coat, that stank when it got wet in the rain :eek: and thinking I looked the bees knees...I remember seeing Ringo star, Twiggy, and Mick Jagger in my lunch hour, wandering around the oh so fashionable Soho...
I remember when a fiver was a lot of money, and you could go to see a film, have a meal, and still have enough left for the bus fare home!
I remember when kids could go out to play all day, and come back dirty, tired and worn out, and our mums wouldn't worry that we'd been abducted.
I remember the summer always being hot, it never rained in those days

I remember making go Karts with pram wheels, and old bits of wood, and racing them down the biggest hill in our neighborhood.
I remember Bonanza with Ben Cartwright and Hoss, on a black and white telly.
I remember Sunday night at the London Palladium, and the tiller girls!
I remember route master buses, with a platform you could jump off before it stopped, and the conductor with the ticket machine!
I remember when nurses wore starched caps and aprons, and had a dragon of a matron in charge, and hospitals stank of dettol.
I remember 'old money', pounds, shilling, and pence, and we used half a crowns, two bob bits, threepenny bits halfpenny's, tanners, and guineas!
I remember when the future was an exciting thing, and not something to worry about.
I remember when I was young!
I Know I'm old now... I won't be a bother to my family, and am looking forward to the day when my boys shove me in a home..As long as they supply me with a crate of wine and 200 fags a week I'll be happy!!!!
