Random things from childhood.

Myself, my brother, and my two cousins finding a stack of Hustler magazines under my much older cousins bed, when we all stayed over at my aunt and uncle’s house on the weekend.

Then developing a ā€˜one lookout, while three checked out the magazines’ system, and when someone was coming, we’d all pretend we were playing ā€˜G.I. Joe’s’ in the hallway. ;)
My dad had two heavy duty cloth kitbags that were full of army gear as he'd stayed on as a reservist after he left. They were about 4-5 foot tall and to the casual observer full of boots, uniform etc.

On closer inspection removing the boots and a box from the second one revealed that it was about 60% jazz mags crammed in so tight that it was difficult to force one back in should I take it out for....reasons.

Teenage me 'enjoyed' a very decent revolving collection of quality British smut from my newly discovered lending library. A huge step up from the lingerie section of the Kay's catalogue.
 
The old 'put a dog turd in a bit of newspaper on someones front step, set it on fire, knock and hide over the road watching the home owner stamp it out in his slippers' prank. Always good fun.
 
Dodging the broken glass whilst playing footy in the school yard at collegiate, was always a good way to teach ball control and body swerving.

Jumping off the shed roof as a very youngster, it was a council house with an outhouse we used as a shed, flat roof, about 9 foot tall.

Street sports, footy all year, cricket and rounders in the summer.
 

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