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« Reply #8310 on: 22:06:56, 02-11-2008 » |
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For young persons who may be wondering what they missed, it was this sort of thing:  Ah, <sigh>, buttered toast, Children's Hour, Harold Macmillan, Journey Into Space, Paul Temple, Uncle Mac, Wagonwheels, Chilprufe vests, corduroy leggings, gloves on elastic ... |
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« Reply #8311 on: 22:10:26, 02-11-2008 » |
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Luxury.  I remember waking up in Manchester as a student with Jack Frost coming out of my nose. Anyone else experienced nose icicles? |
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For young persons who may be wondering what they missed, it was this sort of thing:  Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! Martle: no, but the derivation of the word farcical perhaps merits your attention. |
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« Reply #8313 on: 22:20:11, 02-11-2008 » |
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Oh, bumgrump. Has the picture disappeared or is it just me?
[Now replaced with another one.]
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« Reply #8314 on: 22:25:36, 02-11-2008 » |
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Ah, <sigh>, buttered toast, Children's Hour, Harold Macmillan, Journey Into Space, Paul Temple, Uncle Mac, Wagonwheels, Chilprufe vests, gloves on elastic ...
...space hoppers, Ted Heath, Mary, Mungo and Midge, sherbert fountains, The Persuaders, Wagonwheels  , Choppers with rainbow tassles... |
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« Reply #8315 on: 22:26:55, 02-11-2008 » |
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Clearly none of you grew up in a climate where it would reach minus 40 every night for months.
I love central heating. It keeps the air dry - damp is so bad for asthma/coughs/colds.
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« Reply #8316 on: 22:27:22, 02-11-2008 » |
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Oh, bumgrump. Has the picture disappeared or is it just me?
Your picture has indeed disappeared George. You may be next. I may be next to disappear in a fit of the vapours at the thought of Jack Frost coming out of Martle's nose.  |
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« Reply #8317 on: 22:28:34, 02-11-2008 » |
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I remember waking up in Manchester as a student with Jack Frost coming out of my nose. Anyone else experienced nose icicles?
No, but my last winter in London before moving to the balmy climes of the South Coast - spent in a houseshare in a central heating-free decaying Victorian pile in Leytonstone - was the legendary winter of 1986-7, during which not only did the ice have to be broken in the toilet in the mornings, but the ancient plumbing seized up to the point where for a couple of days the only source of water was melted snow. Ablutions were undertaken at work, where at the time I was sharing an office with a smug Canadian who kept telling the rest of us that we Brits didn't know what winter was ... |
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At every one of these [classical] concerts in England you will find rows of weary people who are there, not because they really like classical music, but because they think they ought to like it. (Shaw, Don Juan in Hell)
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« Reply #8318 on: 22:44:05, 02-11-2008 » |
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Was it 86-87 pw? I thought (here) it was a later year, 90-91 Here I am in our worst snow (bit of a grainy old photo) fence on the left, cars removed to lower ground <snork> on the right, cut off for four days  |
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« Reply #8319 on: 22:45:11, 02-11-2008 » |
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Clearly none of you grew up in a climate where it would reach minus 40 every night for months.
I didn't grow up in that kind of climate, but I remember one Xmas in Vermont where it was that cold. Middle of nowhere, car frozen up, roads impassable with snow and ice anyway, tee-total family (Xmas dinner: 'Jiuce or milk?' aaaargh) and, of course, non-smoking. So I had to go down to their garage for a gasper. I'd come back up, and my hand would be stuck in this position for hours -  |
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« Reply #8320 on: 23:20:53, 02-11-2008 » |
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The best heating at night is a duvet. Wrong. The best heating at night is to lie next to someone you love. Why do you need to heat the house, when natural body heat will warm your bed? That's all very well for the bed, but when you have to get up to deal with office work/sick children/dogs that suddenly want to go out/the list is endless, it is nice if the rest of the house is warm We had no central heating at home. The windows used to freeze up on the inside. The bed was always warm but getting out of it was a testing experience to say the least. Getting dressed whilst shivering and teeth chattering is no fun. Getting up in the night for whatever reason wasn't very pleasant either. I am in no doubt as to which set-up I prefer and tonight my heating is on low/constant. |
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We pass this way but once. This is not a rehearsal!
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« Reply #8321 on: 23:25:36, 02-11-2008 » |
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You are all so young  . For me it's rationing, Nursery Sing-Song, Itma, Toytown and Dick Barton. I even remember the snow coming over the tops of my wellies in the winter of 1947, as I trudged with difficulty to my dame school (40 pupils in total), and the smell of burnt milk as the headmistress Miss Primrose tried valiantly to heat it for us on an inadequate stove. Then there was the dreadful winter of 1962-3, when I was a student in London. Broken heating, no water except from a standpipe in the road 3 floors down. Regent's Park lake frozen for months, with the park-keepers repeatedly breaking the ice for the bewildered ducks. When it was so cold in October this year, I had a flashback to October 1962 and standing in Regent's Park saying "It shouldn't be this cold in October". I hope this winter doesn't follow the same pattern as it did then. The frost patterns were lovely, though! |
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« Reply #8322 on: 00:04:09, 03-11-2008 » |
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I can't match you on the winter of 1947, Mary, but I do remember the winter of 1962-63 when the sea froze at Whitstable. And Toytown was still going strong then. Larry the Lamb: "Oh Mr Mayor, baaaa. Something terrible has happened to my friend Dennis the Dachsund, baaa. He's fallen into Mr Inventor's sausage-making machine and, baaa..."  [Edit in case anyone has nightmares. It later turned out that he hadn't really.] |
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« Reply #8323 on: 00:12:30, 03-11-2008 » |
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when the sea froze at Whitstable. I love Whitstable.... oh, sorry, as you were. |
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« Reply #8324 on: 07:08:37, 03-11-2008 » |
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Was it 86-87 pw? I thought (here) it was a later year, 90-91
Definitely 86-7 in London; not so much snow, but hard frost for weeks on end, with the temperature staying below zero celsius for about two weeks, even in the daytime. All the ponds in Epping Forest and Wanstead Flats were frozen solid. I have the vaguest memories of 1962-3, of my father coming home from work with a scarf over his face to keep out the ice, and frozen smog (this was in North London). My memories are a bit later - sitting in my grandmother's kitchen listening to Listen With Mother, preceded by the World at One presented by William Hardcastle, trolleybuses on the Edgware Road, Thunderbirds and of course Blue Peter in its glory days ...  |
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