Originally Posted by
jerryc
Childhood in fifties and sixties? I grew up in London in the Second World War. No ball point pens, bad news came to us via the telegraph boy on his bike because no one in our area had a thing called a phone. TV? Wassat? Anyone who had a car was someone almost to be revered. Yes we did have take away-- it was called fish and chips and was served wrapped in newspaper. And in our area the local fish shop had "frying times" None of this half cooked rubbish thrown into luke warm fat and reheated. You went there and queued at the "frying time". Oh and no wonder drugs, not even penicillin.
In the fifties I was lucky enough to discover the coffee houses in Soho long before such things became fashionable. Before "Swinging London" of the sixties we had all night jazz club sessions. No we weren't into drugs. All weekend parties relied on bringing your own bottle or on fruit punch. Mind you the fruit punch was to be feared. Several bottles of "Merrydown Cider went into the mix and then to liven it up a handful of Ritilin tablets. Ritilin is a form of benzedrin, not recommended to be taken with alcohol, but we didn't know better and in those days the tablets were openly sold by chemists.
Yes I live in a different world now. In my childhood the Blitz, followed by V1's and then V2's made life a trifle harder and more insecure, so I'm glad my grandkids are growing up now. Mind you I can't bring myself to like their music.
That's enough of "the good old days" I prefer the present.
Jerry
Everyone is entitled to my opinion