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Next time I'm passing, I'll see if they've got any here, tinners. |
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« Reply #46 on: 00:11:16, 27-01-2008 » |
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By 'Eck Marble, I stayed 't Lamb in Rawtenstall, twere two years back 'nt fell in love wi' bloke called Frank, he were a cabinet maker.
That shop is still there.
The romance did not last.
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Reality, sa molesworth 2, is so sordid it makes me shudder
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« Reply #47 on: 00:12:05, 27-01-2008 » |
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That sounds like the sort of place, mf.
Sasparilla was already gone from Oldham's sweet shops by the time I was a young boy sucking on Coltsfoot Rock (or maybe I just missed it somehow). For some reason my grandma always called it 'sarsaparella' - that's how it sounded to me when she said it, anyway. I never quite knew what it was.
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« Reply #48 on: 00:21:27, 27-01-2008 » |
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segs - used by my mother to save the heels on my shoes from wearing out, making one sound like you're wearing high heels...
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« Reply #49 on: 09:03:29, 27-01-2008 » |
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I remember coltsfoot rock, but not in your lifetime, tinners! I'm surprised it's still around.  Someone opened a traditional sweet shop in a village near here, where sweets were in jars and sold by the quarter (or if you're feeling poor, two ounces). It didn't survive long - shame.  |
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« Reply #50 on: 09:18:22, 27-01-2008 » |
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Same thing happened here Mary. I rejoiced when the old-style sweet shop opened in town. It lasted about 3 months. She even started to diversify and sold greetings cards and other bits and bobs, but couldn't keep going.  |
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We pass this way but once. This is not a rehearsal!
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« Reply #51 on: 10:18:59, 27-01-2008 » |
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« Reply #52 on: 10:26:52, 27-01-2008 » |
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Great Scott! I`d forgotten all about Jubbly. Didn`t they also make a purple one called Jungle Juice?
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« Reply #53 on: 10:42:19, 27-01-2008 » |
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Well, not so short but:- Ice cream wafers " The Listener " " Round the Horne" "Ray's a Laugh" in fact Sunday afternoons full stop. The proper "Gramophone" The Labour Party Football teams with local players A page of Concert ads in the week-end papers Otto Klemperer Beethoven Cycles ( ------ and so on --and so on. Sad)   |
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I've got to get down to Sidcup.
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« Reply #54 on: 12:13:59, 27-01-2008 » |
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Now bear with me but I'm thinking of pickled onion (I think) crisps in the shape of parachutists.
I suppose they might even still exist but I bet they don't taste the same.
They were a special treat (I especially remember eating them on a trip to Fishguard) and occasionally I covet them still.
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« Reply #55 on: 12:21:58, 27-01-2008 » |
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A simple bag of potato-flavoured, randomly-shaped crisps with the option of salination from blue-waxed twist included in the packet.
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« Reply #56 on: 13:49:39, 27-01-2008 » |
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Blackjacks, Reiner!
I'd forgotten about those ...
If I was feeling really naughty I would dip my blackjack in my sherbet fountain instead of using the liquorice stick that came with it. The taste of aniseed and sherbet simultaneously is almost as thrillingly forbidden as ... well, other thrillingly forbidden things I didn't know about at the time.
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« Reply #57 on: 14:48:54, 27-01-2008 » |
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Now bear with me but I'm thinking of pickled onion (I think) crisps in the shape of parachutists.
I suppose they might even still exist but I bet they don't taste the same.
They were a special treat (I especially remember eating them on a trip to Fishguard) and occasionally I covet them still.
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