Ah, the days when a thrippny bit got you into the movies on a saturday afternoon ... bonfires ... conkers ... candle stumps in jam jars made great lanterns ... your mac made a helluva fine cape if you felt like being Superman ... French onion sellers ... goldfish for old rags ... spuds thrown onto the fire until they turned black ... toasting forks ... the wireless ... the midnight flits
... visiting my gran and sitting with her while she listened to Gilbert and Sullivan; she had all of their stuff on a massive collection of 78 r.p.m. records ... played them on a real gramaphone ... not electric of course.
... my prize possesion, a bag of about a dozen or so marbles ... the annual Middle Club trip to Blackpool. It seems so long ago. Thing is, we had it better than did our parents and our grandparents.