Saturday, 24 June 2017

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Amy is out in Manchester this evening. She's going for cocktails to celebrate her friend's birthday. I don't mind her having a drink, she's sensible, she doesn't really like it and I'm sure one will probably be enough for her, she may even opt for non-alcoholic.  I'm not worried about her being in Manchester, it's probably a lot safer than Middleton. Here you get all the local plonkers out looking for trouble.  

It reminds me of when I was 16 and with nothing much to do in Cirencester, meeting my mates in the local for a lager or pernod & black was normal. Back then of course there were no ID checks and a bit of extra eye shadow, rouge and lippy seemed to do the trick. 

If you went into town it was the same. As long as you looked old enough they served you. I can clearly remember a new pub opening and they put 2 bouncers on the door - I have no idea why - but that suddenly became the in place to be and if we got past those beefcakes we thought we were the cat's whiskers.

If you put your drink down on the bar the only worry you had was somebody drinking it, not spiking it and I would happily walk the mile or so home on my own never giving a thought that somebody might harm me. If I ever felt scared, it was because I'd watched a horror movie, (they really aren't my thing) and I'd go over the roundabout rather than under the subway.

I can't imagine how parents coped back then not being able to phone or facetime their offspring at the drop of a hat but they seemed a lot more laid back than they do today. I do remember the pub phones would sometimes ring and the landlord would yell out somebody's name who was wanted.

Ah, good times indeed and the pub was definitely a step up from passing cider around in a car park! 


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18 comments:

  1. Hello, I love your blog and have been reading it for a while now and sit there smiling or nodding or muttering back to myself in agreement with you but have never for some reason got round to replying!! This post bought back happy memories of simpler times ,getting past the bouncers when we were 16(we had fake ID!!)and when we were running late to met someone we would ring the shop we had arranged to met outside e.g WH Smith and get whoever answered the phone to pass on the message!! Can you imagine that now!! 😃

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    1. Hi Nat and welcome to Number 38. Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy reading the blog. I can't ever remember having to flash any ID but I'm sure landlords knew we weren't old enough to be drinking, even with all the tutti on, as my nanna would say. But we caused no trouble, just had a few drinks and a laugh and then merrily went on our way.

      I am laughing at you ringing the shop to pass messages on to your friends. Can you imagine trying to do that these days with call centres and all the options you have to press. Things were so much simpler back then, although Amy will probably look back and say the same thing..... "I used to get on the bus and go into Manchester Saturday evening with no trouble...." Maybe just being younger is fantastic whatever decade you were born in. xx

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  2. I am going to say it.....oh yes I am........Aaaahhhhh the good old days....lol.
    Hugs-x-

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    1. And I'm going to agree with you Sheila, they were the good old days. Things were so much simpler back then. No big brother watching your every move, no rules and regulations, definitely no H&S that I can recall or compensation for this, that and the other, plus the added bonus of landlords that were happy to take your money as long as you behaved yourself. They were indeed good days. xx

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  3. "and a bit of extra eye shadow, rouge and lippy seemed to do the trick." and that was just the boys ;) One of my school friends was adamant (see what I did there) that Boy George was a girl.

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    1. Haha, well I might not have walked under the subway on my own after watching a horror movie, but there was a fair bit of snogging done in there! I can remember my Dad standing mesmerised in front of the TV when Boy George came on TOTP - don't think he could believe what he was watching and my Mum thought Midge Ure from Ultravox was really sexy!

      You've reminded me we used to dress my little brother (he'd be about 4), up as Adam Ant in one of my frilly white blouses, tie a scarf around his waist, make him up and then the pierce de resistance was a sticking plaster across his nose! OMG we used to have such fun back in the day when there was nothing to do. xx

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  4. Making a skirt from half a yard of material, usually crimpilene, in time to go out.have posted pics on Instagram of the tissue holders blog. Catriona

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    1. Yes, yes, yes, I used to try and make things as well - by hand can you believe! A red skirt springs to mind. I bet I looked a right sight. More often than not though I'd buy something from the Friday market. You could guarantee bumping into somebody else wearing the same thing. It was all good fun though. I've not been on the gram today but I'll have a look at the blog, thanks. xx

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  5. We've all been young and can remember or the tricks in the book! The worst thing was borrowing sherry from the home bar that had a pineapple ice bucket on the top! Boy was I sick....I swore I'd never drink again, well at least for a week!

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    1. Love your terminology of 'borrowing' the sherry 😂 Reminds me when my mum and dad bought a bottle for Christmas. When they opened it it was really weak. Turns out my brother had been drinking it then topping it up with water so they wouldn't notice. Boy was he in trouble! Xx

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  6. Pernod==arg. Vague memories of my 18th birthday in the UK and having the firemen who lived near my Auntie buying me that for my birthday! Haven't touched the stuff since and just the smell makes me queasy.

    I used to walk miles in 4 inch stilletos across their town after midnight by myself.

    Then when I came home to Canada, I couldn't get served because the drinking age in my province was 19 and I didn't have fake ID!

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    1. I know! I wouldn't be able to drink Pernod now, it's horrible. There were only a couple of taxis in town at that time so walking home was the quickest option. We seem to be opposite with driving and drinking (not together!) You can drive earlier than 17 can't you but not drink as young as over here although I thought it was 21 over the pond and didn't realise it was different ages depending on where you live. Xx

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  7. This did make me chuckle Suzanne. A far simpler time.
    I hope Amy had a wonderful evening. How did you get such a sensible one? X

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    1. They were simpler times Jules and I look back on them fondly. Amy was home for 9pm. She had 3 hours with her friends then called it a day. They are from college and older at 19 and they were going on somewhere else. She could have gone but I think she'd had enough. She had 2 cocktails and a Bombay sapphire so that' was more than enough. Good she knows her limitations unlike her mother! Xx

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  8. Glad to hear Amy had a good time with her friends. :)

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    1. She did Bless and she drank more than I thought she would do but was fine. Apart from the worry of being out anywhere at the moment with everything that's going on, I don't worry about her being in Manchester at all. She does keep in touch though which is probably why I'm quite relaxed about it. xx

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  9. I was going to say I was a good girl, and never went to clubs and stuff when I was underage. But then I remember swigging Carlsberg Special brew whilst sitting on top of the shed in the garden, and falling off. So I'm not going to boast that I was good, because I wasn't. And I was stupid!

    Hope Amy had a good time, and I've no doubt at all that she was sensible. You've got a good one there. xx

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    1. Sorry Sadie but I'm chuckling at you falling off the shed under the influence of CSB - isn't that the really strong stuff? Amy had a lovely time thank you. A couple of cocktails and a Bombay Sapphire was enough for her. xx

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