The Oldies Thread

In Liverpool 1940's, we had a phone at home as Dad needed one for his work. The nearest phone box was quite a walk away and we regularly had a queue of neighbours wanting to use our phone. To be fair, most left payment next to the phone and quite often it was more than the cost of the call. We wouldn't take money for proper emergencies.
 
In Liverpool 1940's, we had a phone at home as Dad needed one for his work. The nearest phone box was quite a walk away and we regularly had a queue of neighbours wanting to use our phone. To be fair, most left payment next to the phone and quite often it was more than the cost of the call. We wouldn't take money for proper emergencies.
So basically you were middle class ?
 
I shuddered ten years ago when I entered my sixties thinking things would start dropping off and the slow but inevitable descent into old age began. In general things haven't been too bad at all.
Here I am those ten years later, and I shudder once more as I enter my seventies with an even larger conviction that within five years my meaningful life will be over.
One question though, do you think Gbamin would have played a full game for us before it happens?
I entered my 70‘s last week with my usual birthday run, only a short one, but I’m determined to enter as many races as I can as a new M70 . Inevitably the knees and hips ache a lot more but I’ll keep running as long as I can , maybe I’ll stop if we win the CL . I’ve no belief at all that running will stop the inevitable scary decline you allude to but I’ll keep on keeping on . I’m running my first Ultra Marathon next week , 50km/ 32 miles. Wish me luck!
 
I entered my 70‘s last week with my usual birthday run, only a short one, but I’m determined to enter as many races as I can as a new M70 . Inevitably the knees and hips ache a lot more but I’ll keep running as long as I can , maybe I’ll stop if we win the CL . I’ve no belief at all that running will stop the inevitable scary decline you allude to but I’ll keep on keeping on . I’m running my first Ultra Marathon next week , 50km/ 32 miles. Wish me luck!
Wow, still doing serious running. That's to be admired.
I enjoyed my running days after I finished playing footie. Between the ages of 35 and 45 I ran loads of half marathon races but never took to undertake a full one. Because I've always carried a bit of timber the wear on my ankles and knees was immense and I'm reminded of that now. I go to the gym each day spending 45 minutes doing various exercises and weights then wind down in the steam room and sauna. I look around at guys a lot younger than myself and vanity allows me to pat myself on the back as some of them are complete wrecks.
 
It's the recovery times that get me down these days.

Aches, strains, and pains, that I used to shrug off, now take weeks to clear.

I have happy memories of all day-night drinking, rolling in the gutter, having the occasional scrap, but being fit for work the next day.

One small tin of Mackeson, a slightly sprained ankle, and and I am bedridden.
 
In Liverpool 1940's, we had a phone at home as Dad needed one for his work. The nearest phone box was quite a walk away and we regularly had a queue of neighbours wanting to use our phone. To be fair, most left payment next to the phone and quite often it was more than the cost of the call. We wouldn't take money for proper emergencies.
I stumbled across a 30 minute documentary on IPlayer last night called Morning in the streets. Liverpool in late 50's.
What an eye opener. Some of the living conditions were appalling.
I know it's later than the period you're describing but you saw people queuing to use public phone boxes
If you've got a spare half hour we'll worth the watch.
 
I stumbled across a 30 minute documentary on IPlayer last night called Morning in the streets. Liverpool in late 50's.
What an eye opener. Some of the living conditions were appalling.
I know it's later than the period you're describing but you saw people queuing to use public phone boxes
If you've got a spare half hour we'll worth the watch.

I saw that on BBC catch up.

Real heart-breaking stuff.

Makes my blood boil when I hear people like Dianne Abbott going on about 'white privilege'.
 
I saw that on BBC catch up.

Real heart-breaking stuff.

Makes my blood boil when I hear people like Dianne Abbott going on about 'white privilege'.
It was reasonably early on you saw a young girl wake up, dressed in her day clothes. The camera pans out to show she was top and tailing with her mam and younger sister in a single bed. Across the room, the one room by the way not a bedroom, a young lad awakes having been sleeping on a settee again fully clothed and finally another single bed with the dad and young lad fast asleep. You are correct, some privilege eh?
 
I stumbled across a 30 minute documentary on IPlayer last night called Morning in the streets. Liverpool in late 50's.
What an eye opener. Some of the living conditions were appalling.
I know it's later than the period you're describing but you saw people queuing to use public phone boxes
If you've got a spare half hour we'll worth the watch.
Its also on You tube. Just watched it. Mind boggling some of the conditions. During the war years it was even worse than that. I noticed that the school kids were slightly better dressed than we were, though it was difficult to get clothes during the war. When I was at Primary School (St Philomena's) a lad in our class came to school in his bare feet. The teacher called the headmaster who sent the lad home. I can still remember the lad telling the headmaster that they couldn't afford new shoes. (by 'new' I mean new to him). Brings a tear to my eye just thinking about it.
I remember playing a table tennis match for our boys' club against St Sylvester's. It was about 10 o'clock at night when we finished and walking back to Scotty Road to get the tram we passed a load of kids playing. A couple were only wearing a vest, nothing else, bare feet. They couldn't have been more than 2 or 3 years old. (1948 ish)
 
Did he put holes in the floor too so you could put your foot through to make it go faster. Like in wacky races lol

No, but I remember once we had been on holiday in Anglesey. We were driving back in said Ford van when a car overtook us and honked its horn several times. Obviously a warning. Dad stopped told me to get out and see if I could see anything wrong. He drove a small distance and I could see that the rear offside wheel was just about to fall off. We were still in North Wales at that point but made it home safely.
 
No, but I remember once we had been on holiday in Anglesey. We were driving back in said Ford van when a car overtook us and honked its horn several times. Obviously a warning. Dad stopped told me to get out and see if I could see anything wrong. He drove a small distance and I could see that the rear offside wheel was just about to fall off. We were still in North Wales at that point but made it home safely.
You had holidays too.?

Definitely middle class. ;)
 
Wow, still doing serious running. That's to be admired.
I enjoyed my running days after I finished playing footie. Between the ages of 35 and 45 I ran loads of half marathon races but never took to undertake a full one. Because I've always carried a bit of timber the wear on my ankles and knees was immense and I'm reminded of that now. I go to the gym each day spending 45 minutes doing various exercises and weights then wind down in the steam room and sauna. I look around at guys a lot younger than myself and vanity allows me to pat myself on the back as some of them are complete wrecks.
Well done on the gym work!
It's the recovery times that get me down these days.

Aches, strains, and pains, that I used to shrug off, now take weeks to clear.

I have happy memories of all day-night drinking, rolling in the gutter, having the occasional scrap, but being fit for work the next day.

One small tin of Mackeson, a slightly sprained ankle, and and I am bedridden.
Ah the recovery takes longer on everything these days compared to years ago. Mind you the old adage has never been more true :
” If I’d have known I was going to live so long I’d have taken better care of myself “ :)
 

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