Back in my day...

Rufeo

You had to apply for a job through the post? Or it was in the newspaper?

Now ye have to write all sorts of shyte in all sorts of fields written by some gombeen HR yoke.

Dr. Bre

Back in my day naughty movies came on at nighttime

branie2

Pilgrimages to Lourdes were foreign holidays

topper75

Floors had wool carpets with nasty orange/yellow/brown patterns. These carpets constantly needed 'hoovering'.
Showers were planned 30/40 minutes in advance by turning on the immersion switch in the hotpress.
Firesides (most common heat source) had brass boxes alongside for storing fuel. The scenes on these brass boxes were often some inexplicable 18th century rustic tavern scene.
In the fires you burnt briquettes, coal, logs and any plastic or paper that you were too lazy to bring to the bin out in the kitchen.
There were only two television channels. Yet people bought a special magazine every week that listed what was to be shown on them. When you were finished with that magazine, you simply left it on the brass fuel box so that it could be used some other day to start the fire.

whisky_galore

Dr. Bre wrote: »

Back in my day naughty movies came on at nighttime

Cineclub on RTE2 was great for racy subtitled stuff.

_Brian

Growing up in the 70’s when you were poor you had nothing and ate only the basics your parents could afford, if you couldn’t get a house you bunked in with family and everyone made do with what you had. All younger kids wore hand me downs.

Now our poor all have high speed broadband, everyone in their house has smartphones, full sky package, a decent car, minimum one holiday a year and drinking every weekend and don’t need to work to be this poor, the government pay them and house them.

There’s allot of very well off unemployed families, as sort of “CAB lite” department would be interesting to see how the hell they are funding these lifestyles without working.

storker

When your television broke down you actually got it repaired, by driving it to the TV repair guy who would do things to the valves and you'd pick it up again a few days later.

storker

You played kickabout games of football with double digit scores but no matter what the score was when time came to wrap things up, "The next goal's the winner!".

evil_seed

Reading through all the thread, there's so many of these still happening, that I'm wondering if back in my day is the here and now for me.

Feisar

storker wrote: »

You played kickabout games of football with double digit scores but no matter what the score was when time came to wrap things up, "The next goal's the winner!".

It’s funny how “next goal wins” grew organically absolutely everywhere. I’d say there is a young lad in Brazil saying it now.

Princess Calla

Everyone out on the road playing tennis when Wimbledon was on, only time the racquets would be used all year

Princess Calla

When the church bells rang it was time for dinner.

When the street lights came on it was time for bed.

Antares35

Humberto Salazar wrote: »

A dock leaf helped alleviate a nettle sting. Do kids even get stung by nettles any more?

Yes, and the council get sued for the pain and suffering, emotional distress caused by said sting etc. :P

branie2

Bonfires at halloween

Auguste Comte

If a young lad wanted to get the ride on a regular basis he just had to join the alter boys.

Princess Calla

We used old 7up and coke bottles the 2 litre ones, with a hole in the lid for water fights.... No super soakers in my day

Hellrazer

IAMAMORON wrote: »

Tayto were 10p and you could get 10 fags, a pack of tayto and golf ball chewing gums(about 5or6) for a pound. Matches were 7p a box.

You could buy loosies for 10p...used to come with a strip off a matchbox and 2 matches.

Doctors room ghost

Hellrazer wrote: »

You could buy loosies for 10p...used to come with a strip off a matchbox and 2 matches.

For sure.
A single and a match we called them.

bottlebrush

from_atozinc wrote: »

Sure we didn’t even have a car to go to Dublin.
Couldn’t afford a bus or train either.
Only option to walk in our bare feet. With turf.

The car had to go in for a full service before we went to Dublin

Ush1

Princess Calla wrote: »

Everyone out on the road playing tennis when Wimbledon was on, only time the racquets would be used all year

If you were posh enough to have an aluminium racket there would be scratches and lumps out of it from it hitting off the concrete.

bottlebrush

You could get a provisional licence, buy a car and drive off - without ever having learned to drive

branie2

Sally O'Brien, and the way she might look at you

sbsquarepants

bottlebrush wrote: »

You could get a provisional licence, buy a car and drive off - without ever having learned to drive

I done exactly that.... you know, back in my day:D

The guy in the garage actually had to come out and tell me to take off the handbrake as the car kept cutting out as i tried to pull off and i had no idea why!

I soon as that was pointed out to me, it was out into rush hour traffic on the greenhills road - shítting myself!

Fúcking madness when you think of it:D

Conall Cernach

branie2 wrote: »

We had to change the TV channels on the TV itself via knob

I was usually the knob that had to change the channel in our house.

branie2

I went to the cinema on rare occasions.

partyguinness

- glass Lucozade bottles in the grandparents drink cabinet contained Poteen.
- computer games loaded up from cassettes
- Mars bars were the most expensive item in the sweet shop at 28p
- free kicks in GAA were taken from the ground

Be right back

branie2 wrote: »

And Glenroe signalled the end of the weekend

And panic to get the homework done!

matchthis

When I went to the Classic cinema at Harolds Cross Dublin, we queued up Outside the front door. Think it was girls queued on the left, boys the right side. Movie stopped half way through to top up on grub. This was the time of Ghostbusters and Scrooged movies

sbsquarepants

When you went to a nightclub you got a voucher at the door for a meal, usually some supernaturally delicious chips and cocktail sausages or something along those lines. Hit the spot nicely at 1:00 am or so after a feed of pints!

Ryertex

Job ad in the news would say, “Shop assistant required. Apply to PO box 24”
And that was it, no mention of what kind of shop, location, wages etc. But being desperate for work in the eighties you applied anyway and of course rarely got a reply.

partyguinness

..soccer was a contact sport and putting in a fair crunching tackle was part of the game and not a hanging offence
..sheep/cow **** on the pitch was normal (or a burnt out car if playing in Cork city's north side)

SAMTALK

JohnnyFlash wrote: »

A glass bottle of Lucozade and a bunch of grapes wrapped in brown paper was mandatory if visiting someone sick in hospital.

And you got money back if you returned the bottle to the shop

Back in the day we knew what dinner was going to be every day because the menu stayed the same 7 days a week every week

wexandproud

we walked to school hail rain or snow . took longer walking home on a wet day because we played ''boat races '' in the drains with bits of sticks . On frosty mornings we often arrived in school with bruises from sliding and falling on the frost and ice .
A bath every saturday night '' whether you needed it or not '' . It consisted of a tin bath on the kitchen table , carbolic soap and kettles of hot water . Skin would be raw from scrubbing with bar of soap. Last one of us was often dirtier after the bath than before . Hair combed with a fine comb to remove tangles and ''stuff'' . Tea before 7 as we had to fast for 12 hours before being marched off to mass next morning , skin still glowing red from previous evenings scrubbing with soap and flannel

spaceHopper

Tatyo was 2p and you could only see in Black & White

corner of hells

Back in my day my duvet was an FCA greatcoat.

tayto lover

corner of hells wrote: »

Back in my day my duvet was an FCA greatcoat.

That was our duvet.
“ Mammy my foot is stuck in the pocket of the duvet”.

pjdarcy

The Diceman used to scare the sh1te out of us kids on Grafton Street.

razorblunt

partyguinness wrote: »

..soccer was a contact sport and putting in a fair crunching tackle was part of the game and not a hanging offence
..sheep/cow **** on the pitch was normal (or a burnt out car if playing in Cork city's north side)

That was always so incredibly annoying and inconvenient.












You need a second car the other post.

Leg End Reject

corner of hells wrote: »

Back in my day my duvet was an FCA greatcoat.

Duvets used to be called continental quilts.

partyguinness

Bosco was king.

branie2

Holidays on the costa del Waterford, Wexford or Cork.

topper75

SAMTALK wrote: »

...Back in the day we knew what dinner was going to be every day because the menu stayed the same 7 days a week every week

Ha ha. I remember that. "What's for dinner Ma?". And she'd shoot you a quare look.

The makings of us sure.

Crock Rock

Auguste Comte wrote: »

If a young lad wanted to get the ride on a regular basis he just had to join the alter boys.

Disgusting comment. Not funny.

Princess Calla

sbsquarepants wrote: »

When you went to a nightclub you got a voucher at the door for a meal, usually some supernaturally delicious chips and cocktail sausages or something along those lines. Hit the spot nicely at 1:00 am or so after a feed of pints!

Or chicken curry and rice

teroknor83

Eating my body weight in breakfast cereals just to get some little plastic toy in the boxes was a big deal

Leg End Reject

teroknor83 wrote: »

Eating my body weight in breakfast cereals just to get some little plastic toy in the boxes was a big deal

And the disappointment when you got 2 of the same one.

GBX

The world didnt go into a panic over a bit of flu

wexandproud

Crock Rock wrote: »

Disgusting comment. Not funny.

every thread , there's always one

bottlebrush

Queuing up outside a phone box to ring somebody, with a bag of 5p pieces and when the operator connected you, you pressed button A.

MonkieSocks

When you were playing cards at the Custom House and if you're Big Dawn was caught trying to cross on a short suit....you were fooked in the River Liffey