The Oldies Thread

I can remember farthings. That wren started my interest in birds. (feathered variety)
It seems incredible now that there was a coin worth 1/960th of a pound.
And was by the late 40's effectively worthless, as nobody, even bus conductors, newspaper sellers, people who dealt in 1 or 2 pences wouldnt even take them.
They stopped making them in 1956 and they ceased to be legal tender overnight on the 31st Dec 1960 / 1st Jan 1961
 

And was by the late 40's effectively worthless, as nobody, even bus conductors, newspaper sellers, people who dealt in 1 or 2 pences wouldnt even take them.
They stopped making them in 1956 and they ceased to be legal tender overnight on the 31st Dec 1960 / 1st Jan 1961

Yes as you say they were to all intents and purposes 'worthless' when I was a toddler (late '50s). Which explains why I always had plenty of them. lol
 
Just turned 5? You young whippersnapper! I remember standing at a bus stop on my way home from work (The City of London) looking at the big silver thruppenny bit that replaced the ten-bob note, my favourite note for some reason.
The change over occured one Sat Night Sun Morning
We went in to some club with £sd, when we came out totally bladdered, the taxi guy wanted this decimal new pence crap.
Scenes.
 
The change over occured one Sat Night Sun Morning
We went in to some club with £sd, when we came out totally bladdered, the taxi guy wanted this decimal new pence crap.
Scenes.

Not quite, it was Sunday night/Monday morning
On 14 February 1971, there were 12 pennies to the shilling and 20 shillings to the pound. The following day all that was history and the pound was made up of 100 new pence.
14 feb 1971 was a Sunday
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decimal_Day
 
Not quite, it was Sunday night/Monday morning
On 14 February 1971, there were 12 pennies to the shilling and 20 shillings to the pound. The following day all that was history and the pound was made up of 100 new pence.
14 feb 1971 was a Sunday
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Decimal_Day
*shrugs, drink had been taken and it was 48yrs ago...and it was still confusing
Also confusing is why I was in Southport (for thats where we where) on a sunday night, or in Southport at all for that matter, with an early work start Monday morning in Speke
 

*shrugs, drink had been taken and it was 48yrs ago...and it was still confusing
Also confusing is why I was in Southport (for thats where we where) on a sunday night, or in Southport at all for that matter, with an early work start Monday morning in Speke

Me and her indoors had our honeymoon in Southport (1959). We had booked the week but came back on Friday as on the previous Saturday the football team I played for had drawn the FA Cup game (which I played in - got married on Monday!) and I had to play in the replay. Still get flak for that!lol
 
*shrugs, drink had been taken and it was 48yrs ago...and it was still confusing
Also confusing is why I was in Southport (for thats where we where) on a sunday night, or in Southport at all for that matter, with an early work start Monday morning in Speke

Me and her indoors had our honeymoon in Southport (1959). We had booked the week but came back on Friday as on the previous Saturday the football team I played for had drawn the FA Cup game (which I played in - got married on Monday!) and I had to play in the replay. Still get flak for that!lol
 
The walk of shame that you had to undertake when you wanted to go for a poo in primary school.
Toilets were outside with the cubicles alongside the urinals so no toilet paper left as they would get nicked. So you had to put your hand up in class and ask to go to the toilet then worse when you asked for a toilet roll. Oh the shame.
 

Following a recent thread got me thinking of my days at school in the mid to late sixties , It all seemed quite normal at the time but in these days of political correctness maybe it wasn't. I apologise if you feel I am being over indulgent but here goes.

I left Junior School in 1965 after passing my 11 plus in them days you were given four preferences of schools in the City you would like to attend and they allocated you to one of the four.I was allocated my fourth choice Cardinal Godfrey aka Stalag 17 which was on Breckfield Road South in Anfield.

It was a strange looking school and as I wasn't aware where it was I jumped on a bus from Walton Vale on a reconnaissance mission to find out.

It took me 2 hours to find it as many of the locals didn't even know it was there.The school was an old house from the front then when you went in the main building it bore a resemblance to Colditz Castle which was a popular TV programme at the time.
It had a courtyard surrounded by four high walls all with barbed wire on the top, escape was impossible.
The School was run by Christian brothers who were a bit like the Nazis but more violent. I was an average kid not particularly disruptive but I would say that in my years at the school I probably got the cane every other day sometimes twice a day it was just the way it was.

All the teachers were tooled up so they could dish it out instantly at a whim. The woodwork teacher liked to get you to bend over a desk then announce to the class "Mahagony is probable the finest timber on planet earth" and proceed to clump you with it. Another would whack you with one of the wooden dusters they used to clean the blackboard.
Many times you were caned for no reason once the class of 40 kids got 6 each because one lad wouldn't own up to some misdemeanour.We knew who it was but you didnt say it just wasn't done.
My personal quickest caning was after 40 seconds in my first TD lesson me and a mate got 4 each for breathing I think it was.

Was this all normal at the time?

Probably was, the Jesuits at ours were like Darth Vader......
 

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