Is Barnsley really that much closer to London than Plymouth? I'm sure it won't be long before Conor finds himself a nice fat tattooed Barnsley uglian.
Well, you can do London in a bit more than 3 hours, whereas Plymouth to London is probably an hour on top of that
Maybe I'm old and out of touch, but what is this fascination young lasses have these days for plucking their eyebrows off and then drawing them back on with a thick black marker pen?
It seems to me, these days, that 95% of girls aged between 13 and 20 all want to look the same. I dare say my little girl will be like that in a few years, but for now she's happy going out smothered in jewellery made out of different coloured elastic bands!
Just makes me glad I'm not a teenager any more. I reckon some lads could go out with a girl a dozen times and yet the first time they see the girl after she's had a shower, i.e. no longer an orangey-brown colour, without the marker pen above both eyes and without the hair resembling Robert Smith circa 1986 they wouldn't recognise the girl. Actually, I once arranged to meet a girl that I'd met in Whispers. We were going on a 'date' to the pictures. I managed to remember the place and time that we were meeting, but the only problem was that I was blind drunk when I'd met her, so I couldn't remember for the life of me what she looked like. When I got to the top of the arcade on Eldon Street, ten minutes or so early, there was a girl standing there and I was right happy with myself. But as I got closer I saw that it was a girl who I knew from 6th form and I was pretty darned sure it wasn't her I was meeting, cos I was friends with her and her boyfriend, who she was waiting for. I therefore employed her to watch down the arcade, for I was expecting the lass I was meeting to be walking up from the bus station, and give a little cough when she saw a girl walking towards me with purpose. I then had to do that thing on Blind Date when you try not to look disappointed when prettier girls had walked past you first. Didn't last long that one!
You actually left the house just to meet a girl and arrange a date ?. What about, snap chat, Facebook, what's app, twitter, bebo, flicker, and other social media outlets ?, Had you run out of credit on your phone or something ? .
Wouldn't life have been different if we had things like the internet and mobile phones in the mid-80s. I wouldn't have waited 2 hours waiting for a girl who had rung my house two minutes after I'd left to meet her to tell me she wasn't coming for starters. And all those times I got to Oakwell for reserve games to find it had been called off or the date had changed. And how did we ever find our mates in town on a Saturday night? And we might have twigged that the 'french' exchange students we kept meeting in Locke Park were actually from Stairfoot several weeks before they came clean. In fact, the more I think about it, the Inbetweeners could have been a documentary about me and my mates.
Are the 1980s when it was a 8 hour operation just to watch a bit of porn, First of all one of your mates had to smuggle his dad's VHS video out of his house, then you had to smuggle it in to your house, and wait for everyone to go to bed before sneaking back down only to find it needed rewinding and you knew the minute you pressed the << button the hole street would know what your doing. We used to have to put a 8hr shift in just to get a w@nk in our day, now it's harder for kids not to watch porn then it is to watch it
Me too but having read your post reminds me how lucky I was to have grown up in the 70's and 80's and done something that a lot of kids these days haven't got a clue about.
Damn loom bands, ive stopped picking them up nw, they just go straight up the hoover, daughter must have 5 million
Ah, then at least three times each day you must hear the same as me, whilst squinting at what looks like a ball of elastic bands - "look daddy, I've made an owl".
If you saw a bit of cleavage or stocking top you got a hard on and made haste to the nearest toilet for a wafty crank. Nowadays, there's so much bare flesh about in newspapers, internet and on the beach that you'd need a fluffer to get going. Mind you - that could just be my age lol