The internet effect

What saddened me is after doing a clear out, I offered one of my neighbours (a woman who has custody of her 8, 12, 13 yr old grandchildren ) a National Geograpic world atlas , she said she didn't want it as the kids didn't read books , pointed out it was an atlas , a book of world maps .......response .. "Why do they need maps" .... time to give up/wasting my time ....
Folks will disagree , but my thoughts/when I'm in charge of things , it will be compulsory for every home to have a bookcase containing books of some sort

:mad: :mad:
I already do have a quite large book case SJ but only has books by the likes of James Patterson, Dean Koontz and Steven Kink:rolleyes:
 
'In fact neither actress really had a Liverpool accent - Polly James was from Oswaldtwistle.'
The Liver Birds - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

(Incidentally, she wasn't. She was from Blackburn, but her parents moved to Ossy.)
As soon as i saw the surname I remembered it -brain obviously taking another rest in that moment...It was a brilliant TV series, Carla Lane was a really good writer, I had the pleasure of meeting her at a Hall dinner at L'pool Uni back in 1984, nice woman and very unassuming.
 
When I was 13 you had to go out to look for smut.

Strangely, hedgerows, and derelict houses were favoured spots, where things like that were stashed.

I'd never have left the house if they'd have had the internet thirty years ago.

:D

So you are saying that you used to find saucy postcards in "hedgerows and derelict houses" back in your childhood!
 
I don't think he was talking about the postcards there....I think he might have been referring to real live 'smut.
But I'm sure you know that really.:D
 
When I was 13 you had to go out to look for smut.

Strangely, hedgerows, and derelict houses were favoured spots, where things like that were stashed.

I'd never have left the house if they'd have had the internet thirty years ago.

:D

I used to stash my cache of smut, along with a few packets of Embassy and the odd bottle of Strongbow Cider in a locker in the miners' changing rooms at the disused Scaitcliffe Pit. By smut I mean a pile of back copies of Parade magazine which featured pics of young ladies in swimsuits - the sort of thing that you can see in any popular newspaper these days. One Sunday evening I turned up to discover that the lot had been nicked. Gutted, I was.

Apologies for thread wander...just an old man reminiscing. Please carry on with your discussion. ;)
 
I used to stash my cache of smut, along with a few packets of Embassy and the odd bottle of Strongbow Cider in a locker in the miners' changing rooms at the disused Scaitcliffe Pit. By smut I mean a pile of back copies of Parade magazine which featured pics of young ladies in swimsuits - the sort of thing that you can see in any popular newspaper these days. One Sunday evening I turned up to discover that the lot had been nicked. Gutted, I was.

Apologies for thread wander...just an old man reminiscing. Please carry on with your discussion. ;)
Ah so it was yours Wyn:D:D
 
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