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Oh how right you are.

 

I passed my driving test in 1962 and father bought me an Austin A35. Snogging mini skirted girls on hot summer evenings, the run of local farm to shoot over, propper winters. What more could one want.

My first car insurance cost £6 4 shillings a year, a bag of chips was 6d and a gallon of petrol was, I think, 4/11d.

 

As you say, best times ever. Ignore these whippersnappers who only read about it in school history books.........we know best !!, we were there.

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Oh how right you are.

 

I passed my driving test in 1962 and father bought me an Austin A35. Snogging mini skirted girls on hot summer evenings, the run of local farm to shoot over, propper winters. What more could one want.

My first car insurance cost £6 4 shillings a year, a bag of chips was 6d and a gallon of petrol was, I think, 4/11d.

 

As you say, best times ever. Ignore these whippersnappers who only read about it in school history books.........we know best !!, we were there.

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Without a doubt we are better off in many ways today, and I mean financially and domestic comfort. I for one would not like to go back to the days of frost crusted bed room windows. We have lost a lot also since the 60s, especially in rural situations. Family farms are diminished and contractors rise to reign in their place. In the rural Borders in the 60s the social life was on your doorstep, Friday night dances in one or other of the surrounding villages, most of us had to cycle there but that was what you did. Pubs closed at 10pm in Scotland so the chippy stayed open until after kicking out time, what joy a fish supper after a ten pint session. Alas could not do it now. There are good points and bad points between the 60s and now but we cant turn back the clock.

 

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I left the army in 1966 and became a flying instructor at a small aero club.

You had to be fairly well heeled to afford flying lessons.

Lots of young ladies seemed to have found the wherewithal to learn to fly.

Many of them were looking for far more than flying instruction...

None were looking for long time commitments because it was the 'swinging sixties'.

I had the time of my life.

 

Ah the memories of being young and virile.

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I was a NW11 boy and my father was at Harrow Road nick next to St Mary's Hospital before moving to Scotland Yard, he retired in 1969.

 

NW10 Near the Holland and Holland factory, applied for an apprenticeship but got turned down. I only applied because there were 3 Harleys parked outside :lol:.

 

Ahhh the 60's

 

Ice on the inside of windows

 

Dettol

 

and Rickets

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The short skirts were nice ! :yahoo:

 

 

 

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They still are more of a cleavage guy but never pass up a crafty look

I left the army in 1966 and became a flying instructor at a small aero club.

You had to be fairly well heeled to afford flying lessons.

Lots of young ladies seemed to have found the wherewithal to learn to fly.

Many of them were looking for far more than flying instruction...

None were looking for long time commitments because it was the 'swinging sixties'.

I had the time of my life.

 

Ah the memories of being young and virile.

Bet the weather up there blowed you away
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I left the army in 1966 and became a flying instructor at a small aero club.

You had to be fairly well heeled to afford flying lessons.

Lots of young ladies seemed to have found the wherewithal to learn to fly.

Many of them were looking for far more than flying instruction...

None were looking for long time commitments because it was the 'swinging sixties'.

I had the time of my life.

 

Ah the memories of being young and virile.

Surely woman of the 60s didn't do such a thing !!!!

My Nan won't even say "lesbian" she says "hasbian" haha

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The problem is in the 60s we thought that with automation our working hours would be cut and life would be so much better but instead of that they told us that we needed lots of new stuff to make us happy bigger TVs cars computers the list goes on and on and like fools we did what they said but to have all of this stuff instead or working less we ended up working more and does having all of this stuff make us happy it seems not.

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Oh how right you are.

 

I passed my driving test in 1962 and father bought me an Austin A35. Snogging mini skirted girls on hot summer evenings, the run of local farm to shoot over, propper winters. What more could one want.

My first car insurance cost £6 4 shillings a year, a bag of chips was 6d and a gallon of petrol was, I think, 4/11d.

 

As you say, best times ever. Ignore these whippersnappers who only read about it in school history books.........we know best !!, we were there.

 

I had the Austin A30 .... passengers seat back folded down and then under dash leaving plenty of room to play Scrabble.

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I was a teenager in the 60s and yes there were good times , although there would be good times in any decade when your a teenager.

 

looking back you only seem to remember the hot summers and the cold winters and anything else that you enjoyed, but I am sure there were many dark and rough times that you put in the back of your memory bank until further notice .

 

1963 lots of snow like 47-48 ... serving my time in Mersey Motor Company Birkenhead ....bloody cold yet Schools never closed down.

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The sixties got me started with my shooting aspirations. The very bad winter of 62/63 was good for pigeons on winter greens until even at my immature stage I realized that they were suffering badly and I stopped shooting them. Football for weeks on end on the lake in the village was one of the most memorable times of what was an idyllic village childhood. The crack of the ice in the middle of a game at the end of the great freeze will stay with me for ever.

 

Oh yes, then came the girls. Those short skirts left little to the imagination, but what an imagination I had (and still have). I had a good time in the sixties. How difficult it is to imagine some of those girls as great grandmothers nowadays. I cannot imagine that the present day is anywhere near as good for today's teenagers.

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When I first started working in a garage leaving school in 1992 there was a old boy there who loved talking about how good his teenage years were in the 1960's girl's parties and his suped up mini he also said If you seen a copper walking down street you'd cross to the other side to avoid a smack round the ear lol

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When I first started working in a garage leaving school in 1992 there was a old boy there who loved talking about how good his teenage years were in the 1960's girl's parties and his suped up mini he also said If you seen a copper walking down street you'd cross to the other side to avoid a smack round the ear lol

 

Eh! Even if he was 19 in 1960 he would have only been 51 in 1992, Still a youngster to most on here

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