Random Thread... I remember when.

On a Sunday the roads was quite, and town centres was shut,
Corner shop shut for a few hours and my bus fare as a child was 5p

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My bus fare as a child was 2p. That was anywhere in South Yorkshire. So Kex to tarn, tarn to Sheff, Sheff to tarn, tarn to Kex - 8p. This isn't the dim and distant past, it's the 80s, which to me seems like yesterday.

 

In fact roads used to be so quite we could play kerby, and hardly have to stop, once the couple of times you hear "CAR" shouted as a warning

 

Watching the local football on Yorkshire Television (it always seemed to be Leeds United if they were at home), just after Sunday dinner, and the commentator was Keith Macklin. When on the odd occasion the cameras turned up at Oakwell, we always seemed to lose no matter how well we'd been playing beforehand.

 

Sunday dinner was a must in most homes, not sure many family do this anymore,
No matter where I was playing I had to be back for 1200 for dinner

 

Its fairly quiet nar until 9-30 when the need to pile into the shopping outlets start.

 

Lee Johnson was deemed to be a good manager.

 

When yer got money for returning your pop bottles.
When everything went on the fire back and converted to energy.
When the bedroom window was frozen over on the inside in the winter.
When you take your ball onto the oakwell pitch at half time and have a kick about.

 

Going to the toilet meant leaving the house.

The streets and parks were full of kids playing.

Playing football on a Sunday and having to rush to the pub for afternoon last orders.

 

Dandelion and burdock pop

 

Having to wear hand downs from you older sibling - yuk!

 

Having to walk home on a Friday and Saterday night coz you missed the last bus and couldn't afford a taxi

 

Bet you looked good in dress. Did that influence your current port of call?

 

Standing on the Kop for the first half before walking round the side of the pitch to the Ponty for the second with the smell of tobacco from the Brewery wafting across the pitch.

 

Yes, black looks good on me

 

I use to have me older brothers trousers but he was over 6 foot tall,so I had to unzip the fly to blow me nose

 

If you ever get back to Barnsley,. call at my chippy and I will give you a can of Ben Shaws .

 

Snickers were called Marathons.
Sticking to the Gingleboy carpet.
Oldfields Pie and Pea stall in't Market(Bewdiful)

RADIO 1 WAS FECKIN BRILLIANT!...No younger ones, I'm not kidding, IT WAS!

 

My Daughter loves Dandelion and Burdoch.

 

I remember when

being British was politically correct