**** things about the 70s,80s,90s...that don't happen now!

True, my dad used to bring me to work with him some Sundays when he did overtime.

He drove a Dublin bus though (then CIE)😁

When he was assigned a bus in the office I'd get the reg and run around the depot in Ringsend to find it, then sit on the shelf they had then at the front window while picking up passengers.

Washing powder that would cause you to break out in hives and rashes and would advertise itself on nuclear bright orange buses that could be seen from space.

I think the clue was in the name, today Radeon sounds like something dangerous in a power plant.

Those rubber strips on the rear end of cars supposed to stop car sickness or static build up. Allegedly.

???

ive even been on two flights to london that have had seat-back IFE?

A neighbour used to always buy his cars in Cavan and get a better deal on the CN reg. He always had an LMFM sticker in the back window so everyone would know he was really a local (Meath) 🙄

As a 16/17 year old looking for Summer jobs having to "pound the pavement" now your mother just puts up a note on the local facebook page and your sorted.

And the display cabinet with the good set of china for visitors.

The Parlour…Don't attempt to even look at the door of the Parlour, never mind set foot in there. A room accounting for 25-30% the house deemed unusable just in case the bishop/Pope/President/Visitor from America should turn up unannounced.

When I think of Atlantic 252, I think of constant playing of certain songs.

How about Virgin 1215, and Tommy Vance aka The Night Fly.

The bedsit thing there reminds me - I went to view a gaff for sale that had been split in to "apartments", they were all bar one barely better than bedsits but had a tiny bathroom wedged in; the one decent apartment was still tenanted and the poor fucker had to let us in to see his gaff as he was packing up to leave… but anyway - the hallway had two sets of a washer and dryer attached to a 32A plug; and there was a set of 32A, each wired to each individual bedsit meters. You plugged it in to the socket for your meter.

Meaning you could absolutely run your wash/drying on someone else's meter. Particularly if you were at home during the day and they weren't…

The hallway was rotten with damp/mould from all the washing going on and presumably badly vented dryers.

(the place was for sale as the owner had lived, and died, in the smallest of the bedsits; bedsit life has to be bad enough without living with the fecking landlord!)

The landlord was probably minted too.... leaving a fortune to a niece/nephew they never spoke to!

One lad from my secondary school (early 90's) came in one morning with a mohican. Biggest bogger going and the haircut didn't do anything to improve things. Our engineering teacher clocked him that morning and just burst his hole laughing.

I miss walking down the road and seeing an 8 or 9 year old sitting on a street curb after a long day of football. He glares at you, as you pass, whilst simultaneously taking a large swig off a bottle of Cadet lemonade, thinking he is hardest man on the planet.

And even then they were a fecker to get out. Bating the hell out of the threaded end to get them out when the taper had worn away. I think I replaced them with regular bolts as an interim solution a few times so had wonky misaligned pedals on my Triumph 20! That and poorly repaired tubes and nearly bare tyres so that one almost always had a slow puncture. T'was great when MTB's finally came along for the gravel roads and forest tracks.

Funnily enough I was just thinking lately that our bikes were so mechanically unreliable as teenagers that one would never contemplate goin more than a few miles (or maybe we were just too lazy to go further!). Now I'd think nothing of goin on a 15-20 mile round trip (or sometimes even further) on the bike to get somewhere