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Being sent down to the shops or get sent a different route home from Easter Road on a Saturday night to get a Pink. I’d be allowed to get a blackman (it was the early 90s) fizzy cola bottles and a bottle of Limeade with the change. I’d get back in time to watch the Generation Game/Big Break, Challenge Annika, Noel’s House Party and Casualty (for some reason I used to love Ash, he was one cool motherfucker like)

Id behave so I could go to my football on a Sunday morning and I thought I was brilliant. Sunday nights would consist of Jeremy Beadle and London’s Burning

Through the week I’d be out the back green and playing long bangers, tap door run and sting 

If there was enough of us we’d play nutmeg and bulldogs and leather seven shades of shite out of some poor cunt

The best days of your life were at the school 

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24 minutes ago, Lairdyfaeinverclyde said:

When i was a boy action man was a macho toy (for a doll). Money supermarket advert has taken that memory from me. Ah well.

 

Be honest, no matter how many you had you’d always still look to see if he had a cock every time you got a new one

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48 minutes ago, Lairdyfaeinverclyde said:

Will admit to having a sneaky peak at my mothers catalogue bra section. How innocent that sounds nowadays.

Woman’s Own and the Matalan catalogue for me. At that age though if you seen a wifeys bra strap on the bus it would keep you going for weeks

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14 minutes ago, Rich NATA said:

As a 7 or 8 year old, I had the good fortune to walk in on my pals Mum having a pee......... I can still see the big black hairy triangle.

That’s another thing from my youth, watching the old Tinto Brass pictures on channel4

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51 minutes ago, Lairdyfaeinverclyde said:

Another childhood memory, finding a porno mag stashed in a hedge.

Hahaha scud books getting past among your pals at school, by the time you got it you needed a kettle to steam the pages open. 

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Kerby, Relevers, Balls, Beds,  chinese ropes, chap door runaway, the rag  man ,  organising ‘shows’ in rhe back garden for the neighbours and my gran making our outfits form crepe paper,  starting a ‘club’ in the coal cellar and nearly burning the block down with candles stolen fom the local chapel. 😢

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17 hours ago, Lairdyfaeinverclyde said:

Your first winch or snog (depends were you come from).

I mind my first touch of a clunge. It was in a hoose in Woodburn beside Dalkeith. I think I was 12-13. 

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2 hours ago, phart said:

Used to love sneaking into building sites for the aforementioned scud mags and glass cheques to get sweeties.Mind we got about 30 odd bottles one time between 5 of us. 10 pence i think you got then.

I always had you down as way too wholesome a chap to be battering off at scud mags. :worried:

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35 minutes ago, Ormond said:

I always had you down as way too wholesome a chap to be battering off at scud mags. :worried:

The fact you've got a mental list of folk you think will or won't be "battering off at scud mags" is the story here ;)

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17 minutes ago, phart said:

The fact you've got a mental list of folk you think will or won't be "battering off at scud mags" is the story here ;)

I have a mental list of who’s into bampottery and you were never on it. :lol:

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3 hours ago, phart said:

Used to love sneaking into building sites for the aforementioned scud mags and glass cheques to get sweeties.Mind we got about 30 odd bottles one time between 5 of us. 10 pence i think you got then.

Snap (well, on the glass bottles bit). I mind jumping in a rubbish chute on a 3rd floor scaffold and down into the skip at the bottom (filled pretty much solely with loft insulation off cuts and packaging - i checked first...). My mate was too much of a shitebag to follow suit. 

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the scud book demise is one reason you see so many fat kids these days.

Every chance we got as kids we were away a walk or a bike ride for miles to find an abandoned quarry, disused factory or empty building. The holy grail on these trips was finding a 2nd hand scud book. Some of our trips were like Stand By Me the movie.

These days kids and their phones can have an hd quality butchers shop window pose in 2 clicks whereas the best we could get was a ripped page of a readers wife with a big hairy minge.

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