Nostalgia is it a thing of the past?

[QUOTE="Mr Badger, post: 8457094] One of the great mysteries of life, like whatever happened to white dog poo?!

Half right.
Marrowbone is fine, and still present in most dog food, wet and dry.
Bone meal isn't. Cheaper food used to be as much as 60% bone meal, thus white poop.
 
Half right.
Marrowbone is fine, and still present in most dog food, wet and dry.
Bone meal isn't. Cheaper food used to be as much as 60% bone meal, thus white poop.

This reminds me of a pub style nature quiz some years back where one question was "what colour is Fox poo" ~ the answer of course was white......but only if the Fox was wild not urban and the diet did not include human food waste i.e not eating 'processed food' .
 
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I grew up on a farm and can honestly say I've never seen white fox poo! :jawdrop:
 
And that was the game................................involving the toy with ones imagination.

PS does anyone remember the small toy (not if ever in a cereal box?) that you could put baking soda in and then play in the bath with it? As I recall there were two I had, a diver and a submarine. They would sink down and as the water go to the baking soda rise up................a little like 'wash & repeat' the toy would rise & fall a few times until the soda ran out ~ ah, such simply toys we had to entertain ourselves with back then :)

Yep. I remember them.
 
It was all glass when I was a lad, and not many empties around either, as you could get a few old pennies deposit back for returning them to the shop! Corona was a well known name in Northwest England, and you got money back for their empty pop bottles. I used to like Tizer too, particularly when eating fish and chips, but I'm not sure it tastes the same these days.

Also, do you remember the yellow cellophane wrapping on Lucozade bottles? You only ever got given Lucozade when you were ill in those days, and my mum could always tell when I was getting better as she'd catch me looking at the room through a piece of yellow cellophane! Perhaps that's why I like to use a yellow filter when shooting black and white film! :giggle:

Lucozade used to taste of plastecine.
 
Another blast from the past was one of those pyramid shaped blocks of frozen orange juice wrapped in some sort of waxed paper tetra-pack, which I think were called a Mumbo or something like that. I seem to recall they were quite cheap but I was never sure how to eat one... you'd have needed teeth like a beaver to bite bits off it! The other thing I used to avoid was a sherbet fountain... it seemed to go from burning the back of your throat out to completely blocked in about three goes! One of the great mysteries of life, like whatever happened to white dog poo?!

As already mentioned, Jubbly. jubbly was orange but there was another with a mixed fruit flavour called Jungle Juice.
 
No thats not it, they were in glass bottles that looked a bit like the coke bottles I'm sure they were full of sugar and all things artificial.

There was one in a coke style bottle but Tizer coloured called Fling.
 
I grew up on a farm and can honestly say I've never seen white fox poo! :jawdrop:
One job, I used to do a lot of "wildlife management" and I've never seen white fox poo, either in urban or rural environments.
 
There was one in a coke style bottle but Tizer coloured called Fling.
this came in all sorts of "disgusting" colours.
I really can't remember what it was called, it may not even exist now, I just remember being sat in the corner of a pub with a bottle of that, and packet of crisps :D
 
I was born in the '51 and for quite a few years our milk was delivered by the milkman with a horse and cart. He also had little bottles with foil tops like milk bottles(1/3 of a pint I think they were) of an orange drink. It wasn't orange juice but it tasted better than other orange squash drinks. We also had the Co-op greengrowcer come around in a van on Saturday afternoons.

Dave

Snap. Our coalman had a horse too. We also had a guy with a handcart that came around on a Sunday with shellfish. Sunday tea used to be Winkles , celery & bread and butter.
 
We also had a guy with a handcart that came around on a Sunday with shellfish. Sunday tea used to be Winkles , celery & bread and butter.
Oooo yes I'd forgotten about the "Shellfish man" although he had a small van, not a horse & cart.
The occasional Saturday treat was winkles or Whelks with a hunk of bread.
(we were too poor for celery as well :D )
 
Gobstoppers. Started off the size of a golf ball. If you managed to keep it to the end there was a little anniseed centre. I never knew anyone who chocked but I'm sure some poor bugger did.
 
this came in all sorts of "disgusting" colours.
I really can't remember what it was called, it may not even exist now, I just remember being sat in the corner of a pub with a bottle of that, and packet of crisps :D

Crisps with salt in a little blue bag?
 
Oooo yes I'd forgotten about the "Shellfish man" although he had a small van, not a horse & cart.
The occasional Saturday treat was winkles or Whelks with a hunk of bread.
(we were too poor for celery as well :D )
We were posh! :)
 
Crisps with salt in a little blue bag?
Yep (y) (and already noted above), but Cheese & onion were ( and still are) my favorites :)
 
We were posh! :)
Obviously :p
Actually, I remember my parents having a "proper set" of winkle pins, long needles with round coloured tops ( probably plastic or even maybe bakelite )
 
The evil 'school milk' flavour was caused by the action of sunlight on the milk - leave a glass of milk in direct sunlight for a few hours if you want to re-experience that nostalgic flavour.

:puke:
 
Saturday morning pictures. One week the hero would be laying unconscious, tied up, with hot lava 6 inches away flowing toward his head. Roll credits.
The following week would start with him untied and running.
Half time had yo-yo competitions.
 
Duffle bags. Great for swinging around your head!
 
Talking of milk, do you remember the days when bottles of milk used to freeze on the doorstep after being delivered by the milkman, and the foil top used to be about an inch higher than the top of the bottle, with a column of frozen cream underneath it?

Then, when it wasn't frozen, you had to get the milk in before the blue tits pecked through the tinfoil lid to get at the cream! These days milk is homogenised and doesn't separate into milk and cream (I believe the reason behind doing this is to increase the shelf-life), and most people don't have it delivered to the doorstep. So I reckon the blue tit and magpie populations will have long since forgotten this trick by now. When doorstep delivered 'silver top' milk survived un-pecked, does anyone else remember how nice it was to have the cream off the top of the milk on their breakfast cereal? Rice krispies never tasted as good! :)
 
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Talking of milk, do you remember the days when bottles of milk used to freeze on the doorstep after being delivered by the milkman, and the foil top used to be about an inch higher than the top of the bottle, with a column of frozen cream underneath it?

Then, when it wasn't frozen, you had to get the milk in before the blue tits pecked through the tinfoil lid to get at the cream! These days milk is homogenised and doesn't separate into milk and cream (I believe the reason behind doing this is to increase the shelf-life), and most people don't have it delivered to the doorstep. So I reckon the blue tit and magpie populations will have long since forgotten this trick by now. When doorstep delivered 'silver top' milk survived un-pecked, does anyone else remember how nice it was to have the cream off the top of the milk on their breakfast cereal? Rice krispies never tasted as good! :)

That's how it was here until around 15 years ago when the milkman would only deliver after we'd gone to work, and the milk would go rotten in the summer heat. We ended up cancelling deliveries because we threw so much away. :(
 
That's how it was here until around 15 years ago when the milkman would only deliver after we'd gone to work, and the milk would go rotten in the summer heat. We ended up cancelling deliveries because we threw so much away. :(
We never had issues with late milk. I remember occasionally birds would peck through the lid, and for a few days someone would pinch our milk off the doorstep.

I also recall our milkman being the pools man and collecting pools money every week.
 
Anyone remember the French Onion sellers who came door to door?

Dave
 
Onion Jonnies! The originators of Brittany Ferries (they wanted a reliable and safe way to get themselves and their wares over the channel and sold spare space to tourists wanting a lift!)
 
Anyone remember the French Onion sellers who came door to door?

Dave
Would have been lynched in rural East Anglia.
 
Yes, I remember the French onion sellers, Johnny Onion Men, on their bikes draped with strings of onions; those onions were nice too, strong tasting and kept well. I also remember the Littlewoods pools man, who used to call around 9.30pm every Thursday to collect Dad's 60p stake or whatever it was, I still remember the little tower of 10p pieces stacked on top of the coupon on the mantlepiece ready for when the doorbell rang. Happy days.

I also remember World of Sport on a Saturday afternoon, with things like autocross and the wrestling, what a laugh that was at times. Big Daddy v Giant Haystacks, Rollerball Rocko , Mick McManus, Kendo Nagasaki, et al.
 
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I also remember World of Sport on a Saturday afternoon, with things like autocross and the wrestling, what a laugh that was at times. Big Daddy v Giant Haystacks, Rollerball Rocko , Mick McManus, Kendo Nagasaki, et al.

Oh yes remember it well. Mum used to get very vocal watching it.
 
No onion sellers here. I do remember the Corona lorry though, also a small van selling fresh fish, Football pools was done by a couple who also used to deliver a local monthly leaflet. We also had a man from the Pru, who used to come around each month collecting people's insurance premiums.
 
Still get those, although not as good as they used to be since being taken over by walkers.
Smiths wasn't it?
Proper crisps (y)

You should try it within hours of milking and never having left the farm. :)
I have when I used to help out hay making on a small dairy farm. ( I was a lot fitter then :D )
From the cow to the fridge (y)

The milkman would only deliver after we'd gone to work, and the milk would go rotten in the summer heat. We ended up cancelling deliveries because we threw so much away. :(
IIRC That's why my parents stopped the milk deliveries too, but that was way more than 15 years ago.
I occasional see a milkman and his electric float, around here, when I'm leaving for work at silly O'clock.
 
I cant see a future for nostalgia though.
How about it being so cold the windows in the house in winter in the morning had ice on the inside, still, it stopped the draughts, (love a Crittal window). Going to school with your pyjamas on under your trousers and hoping no-one found out.
The luxury of a warm brushed nylon sheeted bed. (I think that's a line in a Genesis song somewhere)
My dad had a London diesel fired Taxi (now there's Pollution for you, with a capital P) that he had to squirt ethanol into the air filter to get it to start on cold mornings, and the filth that used to throw out when it did eventually start.
 
How about it being so cold the windows in the house in winter in the morning had ice on the inside,

I think that was probably normal. The home my wife came from just had coal fires downstairs, but my father was an innovator and engineer & plumbed in gas fires throughout our house in later years, followed by central heating in the early 80s. When we married in '81 we moved into a flat at the top of a large Victorian house, right under the eaves, and had the window-ice that first winter - gave an even greater incentive to be close and generate a little extra body heat. :D
 
My stepfather was tighter than a gnats chuff and would not spend money on a his car unless it was absolutely essential. Where all my mates parents had fairly new escorts etc we had a completely clapped out Austin Cambridge to start the thing the old chap had to hand crank the Austin into life and my mates always seemed to be around when I was in the car ready to go somewhere and he was struggling to get it to turn over. Looking back we must have resembled like the Clampetts going for a day trip.
 
Corona was a well known name in Northwest England, and you got money back for their empty pop bottles.

It was Villa pop in the north East, or at least in Sunderland where I grew up. They did the best Sarsaparilla. The Villa truck would come round every Saturday and take the empties in return for 5p iirc. We also used to get a mobile shop, like a grocery store in the back of a van that would come round every day.
 
Another blast from the past was one of those pyramid shaped blocks of frozen orange juice wrapped in some sort of waxed paper tetra-pack, which I think were called a Mumbo or something like that. I seem to recall they were quite cheap but I was never sure how to eat one... you'd have needed teeth like a beaver to bite bits off it!

I remember those, we never used to try and bite into them though,. we'd suck all the flavour from them so you were just left with a block of ice, which inevitably was used as the most lethal snowball ever.
 
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