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..the word 'scullery' is one I've not seen in a long time... we had one...larder would be another...where we kept butter, or more likely, something called Echo margarine.... the larder was our fridge in those times...  

...I don't believe totally in the good old days Mr Allen...I think back to often dirty, dull, dreary times... Britain always at war much as today... the Nuclear age...Kruschev promising to blow us all up at any moment....a young Kennedy..and he was quite young..lot on his shoulders... dubious love life.... we were at their mercy by and large...  fish and chips in filthy newspaper... no one knew any different...

...and there were just as many lazy good for nothings as there are today.... more today I think perhaps...since the welfare state particularly from the 1970's when it was easy to get yourself on the lifelong road to claiming benefits...and stay on them..
... I see so many older people claiming to be 'disabled' yet still digging their gardens and walking into town......I know people in their 60's who appear never to have done a days work in their lives... and so many young today follow suit...this is why I admire the the main...always bad eggs Mr Allen, but mostly hard working folk...doing long hours in factories.... I speak to lots of these people through work... I like many of them very much.. even with little English I find them mostly pleasant...and friendly...the children - now bilingual - seemingly more intelligent and often far, far more polite...

...I think as we get older it's important to keep in touch and not to lose it... I try to keep modern Mr Allen... I keep up to date with what's going on..once you lose touch life can start to slip away and you become isolated and insecure... don't you think...?

...however, these I can do without, and usually do...such as .... Jeremy Kyle... Kim Kardashian....Katie Price.... the Beckhams.... Islamic Jihad.... I'm sure you've heard of at least one of these.... it would be difficult not to wouldn't it Mr Allen. take care...


Salino, you forgot to mention the nit nurse at school, the bed bugs, the old ladies hobbling along with one foot encased in a built up little brown boot because they had had polio, the children carted off to the fever hospital with diphtheria, never to return, the dental decay, the racking, bronchitic coughs in winter, the children with an uncorrected squint in one eye, the mothers with TB who were thin as a rake and expecting their 15 th child. All these are within my memory.


..I think most of those are still with us today, in some communities...especially where the populace has arrived mainly from abroad...  I see a lot of that as actually quite modern... amongst other things even worse...

..the free health service here is very popular...


Mr Allen,... I've just had the most frightening flashback.... Izal toilet paper.... we best not go there...


Or even squares of newspaper hanging from a nail in the outside two-seater privy - don't want to go back to  that either 



Izal was very good as tracing paper and for putting over a comb to make a 'musical instrument'.

But as for using it anywhere else


Well, you've got to give it to Mr. Allen having his thread pulled off by the Mods hasnt detered him one bit.

I am afraid that fairer sex, sweet tones dear lady etc doesnt do it for me.

Salino, Izal toilet paper was brilliant, you could trace or do rubbings all day, great play value.

Pansy, you forgot cutting up newspapers to line your shoes when it was raining,  then your dad would nail Blakeys on the heals, that kept them going a bit longer.

No, not good ole days, unles you were rich.

We have all worked hard for little pay, 



nutcutlet wrote (see)

Izal was very good .....for putting over a comb to make a 'musical instrument'.

But as for using it anywhere else

Oooh, but didn't it make your top lip feel funny?


Lyn wrote (see)

.......  We have all worked hard for little pay, 


Women especially 

..presumably ASDA Smart Price is today's equivalent....I wonder if anyone cares to admit to it's usage..? a smart price man Mr Allen?...  something tells me you might be... or Triple Velvet...?... or is this only for us

...Andrex gone down the pan, if you ask me...


Children born as late as 1958 with cerebal palsy in their legs were shipped off to a place of boarding through the week and not educated in ordinary schools. Not always with their parent's total agreement. The person I know didn't even get an education until leaving the place at age16.  

During my school years there wasn't anyone in any of my schools who had a physical disabilty.

The romantic old days  

Newspaper instead  of toilet rolls?  Well, I have  a nice smooth bottom and I believe  it's down to using newspaper squares when I was a boy ...........

Shall I get my coat?  


My late sister in law had partial hearing loss - not diagnosed until she was 7 - at school she was made to sit at the back of the class where she couldn't hear the teachers.  

At the age of 9 she was sent to attend a boarding school for the deaf in Sussex - her parents were on a very low wage and couldn't afford the train fare to visit her so she only saw her family during school holidays.  

This wasn't in the Dark Ages, this was in the late 1960s - don't you just love the Good Old Days 

Beaus Mum

Oh Verdun you crack me up!  Oh dear think you're gonna have a come back on that note 



Izal toilet rolls were made in our village. The factory also made Zal disinfectant.  The disinfectant was used to treat the paper. The smell was something else. Lorries used to deliver the Izal paper from the paper mills in its original size - rolls about 4 foot across and 6 foot in diameter (or so they looked) - they were sawn up in the factory.  Sometimes a new delivery driver would get lost in the lanes and end up wedged for hours with this massive, minging roll of loo paper on the back of his wagon. Once a mega roll slid off a lorry and began to roll down the hill into the village. 

The factory had a factory shop where they sold all the offcuts so every house in the village had a supply of these squint bog rolls. You were classed as dead posh if your house had evenly shaped, rectilinear sheets of toilet paper.

pansyface wrote (see)

Izal toilet rolls were made in our village. ............Once a mega roll slid off a lorry and began to roll down the hill into the village. ............

That  could have wiped you all out 


When I was at infant/junior school, a little girl that lived nearby had polio and the milkman used to pick her up on his horse and delivery cart and take her to school, carry her in, then finish his round. 

Do you remember that lovely warm off tasting full cream milk in those summer days?


I think the sweet slightly off taste maybe had something to do with the horse.