If we're going back to the future, can we have a three day week,and only three channels on the telly
And romantic nights in with candles during a Winter of Discontent too? Loved that, the power cuts always got me out of bathtime!
If we're going back to the future, can we have a three day week,and only three channels on the telly
As we are now outside the EU can we now go back to selling food in pounds and ounces and petrol and diesel in gallons?
And romantic nights in with candles during a Winter of Discontent too? Loved that, the power cuts always got me out of bathtime!
And mash potato, Heinz spaghetti, and sausages for tea
The government took the decision to move to the metric system in 1965 and the Metrication Board was set up in 1968 - which is people like me who started secondary school in 68 were taught entirely in metric. Joining the EEC accelerated the process, but we'd have moved to a metric system whatever happened - there was too much pressure from industry to resist the process
You were lucky. We got bread and dripping. Luxury.
Fresh bread luxury we only dreamed of fresh bread. We had to scrape off the mould with our tongues then soak the bread in a lake to soften it ip so it wouldn't break our teeth.
You were lucky. We got bread and dripping. Luxury.
We used to dream of mould. We lived in a house under an EU butter mountain and drank slips of rancid butter for breakfast if we were lucky. We dreamed of living by a lake.
When I say a lake it was a lake to us but more a rusty puddle where drips collected below rusting pipes.
Butter I once saw a picture of a butter block but any spread on our bread was mercury from disguarded and broken thermometers
White bread and milk for me, brings a tear to my eye. Might have some tonight.
Right.......we dreamed of mercury to keep us warm during the Winter of Discontent. Me and my ten brothers used to go searching for broken glass to sell to the recycling factories. The only way to keep the furnaces going in the factories was to put one of my siblings onto the fuel heaps. We had to rub the rust off any pipes we were lucky enough to find onto our arms to protect us from the heat. But we were happy.