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Queen and Genesis releasing amazing albums.
Making flying saucer/frisbee things out of lollipop sticks that we found on the street.
Picking up discarded ringpulls and pinging the round bit using the other bit.
Having a stunt kite.
Turning the handlebars up on your racer.
Buying Bazooka Joe bubblegum with the mini comic.
Buying popping moon dust candy.
Sorry.
Every Friday night we had an ice cream man come round selling chocolate and the like. Standing on the wall so I could talk to Tony the ice cream man and buying Mintola, Kinder Eggs or whatever else I wanted. Friday nights was the night my dad scrubbed our black bad white tiled kitchen floor clean (a mop would have done the same job, but a scrubbing sound always reminds me of him)
My A500 (so many good games)
King sized cans of coke
Buying Kerrang and Raw! Magazine.
Buying lads mags when they weren't full of fake tits and skanks.
Playing Games Workshop games like Blood Bowl
Finding a pub with a good jukebox. My local bowling alley, which had The Black Album and No More Tears on it and a local hideyhole pub had loads of Pink Floyd and Oasis which was great when bunking off from college.
Just putting stuff in the bin.
My old cars (mark 2 VWP and Jetta being two particular faves)
I miss that feeling of hearing Firestarter for the first time and watching it on Top of the pops.
My parents going away for weeks and having the house to myself to play Wipeout and Grand Theft Auto endlessly.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMTnxlOc4IE
and Continuity Voice Overs that spanned years like Redvers Kyle
And now ........ live from Norwich ....... it’s the quiz of the week
Hopping on the ladders on the back of Diesel trains and getting a free ride to school, with a well timed jump off behind the school sports fields, invariably somebody would rip their kecks.
A tiny number of us are still at it, but nowadays you'll mostly see a dozen BMWs out together, or a dozen Harleys or a dozen identical sportstbikes.
It's factionalised, regulated tedium for boring people in matching £1,500 uniforms.
You're not meeting the right women obviously.