scooter1
How soon is now?
Finishing my paper round on a Saturday morning, buying 10 Benson & Hedges and then spending whatever was left in the West St arcades. Skint by lunchtime, but still had 7 fags left to sell at 10p a time.
When Hot Wheels came out it blew me away Our Lino kitchen was perfect. That’s where my mum horrible disfigured me with a pan of boiling water after stepping on my Ferrari BerlinettaYeah....but it grew.
Sounds like an Italian job to me.When Hot Wheels came out it blew me away Our Lino kitchen was perfect. That’s where my mum horrible disfigured me with a pan of boiling water after stepping on my Ferrari Berlinetta
Funnily enough my mum was Italian.Sounds like an Italian job to me.
Or the VG?? opposite lower school.We had a little Spar or Co-op convenience store in Stoney Lane Shoreham where I'd go to buy cold mince beef and onion or pork pies to eat, otherwise I'd do the 10 minute walk home for lunch and watch Pipkins or something.
There was someone like you in the year above me at school.Going down Parris and Greening, New Church Road, age 11, and buying a pound (lb) bag of sulphur*, a pound of potassium nitrate, and a jar of finely ground carbon, mixing them in careful proportions, and then going over West Hove golf course (RIP) to make explosions.
Ditto potassium permanganate, which was mainly squirted at passing cars to leave a troublesome purple stain.
I f***ing loved Chemistry, me.
*Most of which I still have, in a 1970s Maxwell House jar, in my shed. What could possibly go wrong?
My Mum bought me one in 1982. I remember when she gave it to me. She cried and I think I nearly did too. Very special present. Wasn't even my birthday. I think it was a tenner back then, which wasn't cheap to us. I paid £450 for this year's. Fraction of the cricket as well. And at stupid times.Junior membership of SCCC.
I'm hoping you didn't have a garden.Funnily enough my mum was Italian.
She stabbed me once with a fork when I was 10
I do remember us making up one of these bombs in a sparklets soda siphon bulb and blowing a hole in my friend’s dad’s shed. Scary stuff!Going down Parris and Greening, New Church Road, age 11, and buying a pound (lb) bag of sulphur*, a pound of potassium nitrate, and a jar of finely ground carbon, mixing them in careful proportions, and then going over West Hove golf course (RIP) to make explosions.
Ditto potassium permanganate, which was mainly squirted at passing cars to leave a troublesome purple stain.
I f***ing loved Chemistry, me.
*Most of which I still have, in a 1970s Maxwell House jar, in my shed. What could possibly go wrong?
I was in the Boys Brigade and got the piss taken out of me…….left and became a skin head a few years later and chased people like you.Shooting things and Boys Brigade dicks with an air rifle.
Running away from Skin Heads
Was that not mutually exclusive ?Sticking pictures of Peter Ward on my bedroom wall.
Wanking into a sock.