ashtray girl
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Whatever happened to pubes? It's like they've been bred out of the younger generations.
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The EADD old farts nostalgia thread!
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itsonlyme123
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And good riddance!
F.U.B.A.R.
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^Definitely!
Shambles
Bluelight Crew
One of my younger brothers created what can only be described as a quite seriously eye-wateringly (and as it turned out - even more seriously wincingly when it was found by our mother) detailed textual and pictorial (both photographically and hand-drawn with annotations) wank diary focussed exclusively upon Michaela Strachan. To this day I can't get that "my hard 9" veiny penis" drawing out of my head.
*shudders*
Shambles
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Fix'd. You clearly were never an afficionado. Commodore ZX81!?! My younger self spits in your eye.
F.U.B.A.R.
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My older self spits right back at you - it was the Sinclair ZX81. The ZX spectrum was the subsequent model with real keys and colour. Yes I made a mistake - my memory isn't what it used to be y'knowFix'd. You clearly were never an afficionado. Commodore ZX81!?! My younger self spits in your eye.
Shambles
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Dammit I knew when I typed that that it wasn't yet a Spectrum, In my defence I will refer you to the fact I was only ever interested in playing games on the things so never really did go in for the ZX81. Rubber-keyboard 48k Speccy, on t'other hand, is one of the finest machines in all creation. Although even then I regularly tormented myself by spending interminable hours typing in programmes from Your Sinclair (or variants thereupon - I loved that magazine as a nipper 
) only to be eternally confounded be trying to debug page after page of HEX code. Every. Single. Time. Dammit 
It's only right and fitting that nobody posting in this thread should have too close an approximation to whatever the reality was when it comes to nostalgic whim and whimsy really. Something really has gone wrong with the world if auld geezers can't misrember things and get all bristley about things wot once bristled and raised the hackles of a more youthful variant of the persistent theme.
Summers really were at least twelevty-seven times longer back then too. They really were.
) only to be eternally confounded be trying to debug page after page of HEX code. Every. Single. Time. Dammit It's only right and fitting that nobody posting in this thread should have too close an approximation to whatever the reality was when it comes to nostalgic whim and whimsy really. Something really has gone wrong with the world if auld geezers can't misrember things and get all bristley about things wot once bristled and raised the hackles of a more youthful variant of the persistent theme.
Summers really were at least twelevty-seven times longer back then too. They really were.
F.U.B.A.R.
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The week prior to my 'A' levels, c1982..
For the first time ever, my parents decided to fuck off on holiday without me so I could revise in peace... How fuckin naive
So what did I do? I invited all my druggy mates round for a 'party'. This involved lots of speed, lots of mushrooms and lots of homegrown weed smoked through a bong constructed from bits of milking machine robbed from the farm where I Worked every Saturday.
So, after about an hour, we were all just grinning buffoons. Then came a knock at the door. As it was my house, everyone else decided that I should answer it. So with much trepidation I slowly opened the door, to find the kid from next door and his mate, who were both pissed. Now this lad was two years younger than me, therefore he was just an uncool pissed up n00b. "You Avin A party Fubz" he said. "Er, yeh, sort of" I replied whilst staring directly through his head at the universe beyond. Unfortunately, this lad had been my Bessie mate at primary school, so I felt obliged to let them in. When they walked into the living room, they were confronted with the sight of 7 of my mates grinning at the walls with eyes like black holes, and a massive silver bong with an 18" perspex tube sat proudly displayed on the coffee table. During the next very awkward 30 minutes, the only thing they said was "where's the wimmin?". To which I mysteriously relied, " there aren't any, its not that sort of party". They then hastily made excuses and left - much to our relief.
A couple of years later I ran into these guys again, who were now bang into drugs themselves. They informed me that at my party they thought we were having a gay orgy and the silver bong was some sort of sex aid ...
How we laughed..
(I also failed my A levels having not done any revision)
For the first time ever, my parents decided to fuck off on holiday without me so I could revise in peace... How fuckin naive
So what did I do? I invited all my druggy mates round for a 'party'. This involved lots of speed, lots of mushrooms and lots of homegrown weed smoked through a bong constructed from bits of milking machine robbed from the farm where I Worked every Saturday.
So, after about an hour, we were all just grinning buffoons. Then came a knock at the door. As it was my house, everyone else decided that I should answer it. So with much trepidation I slowly opened the door, to find the kid from next door and his mate, who were both pissed. Now this lad was two years younger than me, therefore he was just an uncool pissed up n00b. "You Avin A party Fubz" he said. "Er, yeh, sort of" I replied whilst staring directly through his head at the universe beyond. Unfortunately, this lad had been my Bessie mate at primary school, so I felt obliged to let them in. When they walked into the living room, they were confronted with the sight of 7 of my mates grinning at the walls with eyes like black holes, and a massive silver bong with an 18" perspex tube sat proudly displayed on the coffee table. During the next very awkward 30 minutes, the only thing they said was "where's the wimmin?". To which I mysteriously relied, " there aren't any, its not that sort of party". They then hastily made excuses and left - much to our relief.
A couple of years later I ran into these guys again, who were now bang into drugs themselves. They informed me that at my party they thought we were having a gay orgy and the silver bong was some sort of sex aid ...
How we laughed..
(I also failed my A levels having not done any revision)
F.U.B.A.R.
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Bindun. Twice.Im about 40. Anyone else of this vintage remember these? Im sure i used to eat spangles
Remember when cola flavoured spangles were introduced? They were the dogs bollox...
F.U.B.A.R.
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warriorOnTheEdge
Bluelighter
Who knows what a Bender is and its got fuck all to do with Wimpey or Futurama....
F.U.B.A.R.
Bluelight Crew
Travellers tents constructed from bent strips of willow or similar covered with a tarporline..
ashtray girl
Bluelighter
s/travellers/new-age trustafarian cunts
F.U.B.A.R.
Bluelight Crew
fuck, i just scanned the thread.
Can i make it 3 in a row!
My first bike! Was the bottom of the range Raleigh Burner. Loved that bike. Im sure it was like £89 in 1985 i think. Lot of cash back then for my parents
Heh heh, too modern mate...
These were the absolute tits bitd:
http://i805.photobucket.com/albums/yy334/MadMaxEdwards/3a4e7b41.jpg
Called a bender - use to be a big encampment near me when i was off the gear use to go down and buy nice hash till i entered a van and smelled the sckly sweet smell of gear - i resisted once next dat i bought 2 bags....