I had a heavy army greatcoat in 1973 riding around on my brand new Yamaha 175 trail bike.
When it got wet I could hardly move in it.
It is the reason I suffer from a multitude of ailments now![]()
When mine got wet the moisure revived the BO of the poor ******* whose coat it once was, toiling for king or queen and country in some far flung battlefield.
That's what I told myself at the time, anyway.![]()
Army greatcoat number 3 reporting in for duty. All the other kids had the RAF ones, but they had run out at Boundary Road Army Surplus when i got there
Back to the question. First I can remember was a group of us hanging around the off sales at the George pub in portslade accosting the local drunks. 'Oi mister, can you buy us a bottle of cider, we've got the money'. Quite a regular occurrence before tottering off to Courthope or Easthill Yoof clubs.
Bloody chavs![]()
Army greatcoat number 3 reporting in for duty. All the other kids had the RAF ones, but they had run out at Boundary Road Army Surplus when i got there
Back to the question. First I can remember was a group of us hanging around the off sales at the George pub in portslade accosting the local drunks. 'Oi mister, can you buy us a bottle of cider, we've got the money'. Quite a regular occurrence before tottering off to Courthope or Easthill Yoof clubs.
Bloody chavs![]()
I played football at Courthope around 74. I would rather have trudged home in the drizzle (in my army greatcoat) after another humiliating defeat than venture into their disco; the clouds of Number Six smoke laden with the added fragrence of Brut, and the sounds of Barry White half drowned by the vicious screeching of the local lovelies were quite sufficient to douse the futile flames of my nascent teenage lusting.
At the beginning of the lager revolution 1961 had my first alcoholic drink of Skol.Being sixteen I felt so grown up. Revolting taste. Soon got used to the stronger German lagers down the Tudor Bar though. One for older NSC readers.
Joining the navy as a naive 16 yr old i was due to travel down to Plymouth with my school mate who joined the same day. The night before we left we decided to get absolutely wan kered on whiskey.
Horrendous train journey down to the west country, worst head in the world ... and 44 yrs later i can't abide the smell or taste of whiskey
For similar reasons I hate wine. The final night of a lads holiday to Magaluff did the damage.
Hooch was mine on holiday with my auntie and uncle. Not sure that drink even exists anymore?
Available in Tesco
First day of an 18-30 holiday (not The Club 18-30) a couple of weeks after I had turned 18. Just the smell of Retsina has me retching to this day![]()