I remember the time when...

[Hesstondriver]

You weren't at my school were you? One lad in my year managed to make nitrogen tri-iodide crystals, which are explosive under the slightest pressure. He did it in his room and didn't realise he'd split some on the carpet - when the cleaner came round later she hoovered it up and the hoover exploded.........

it is a liquid when made and then dries to form crystals, now imagine a small saucer, with a small bit of chocolate in the middle and a puddle around it, left to dry and form nitrogen triiodide crystals, when placed on a window sill, this makes a fantastic fly trap / killer

 

[Gong Farmer]

Would that be about the same time we started getting immigrants from Lesbania?

No, they'd be Vagitarians

 

[Old Boar]

You could mend wellies with a red hot poker.

 

[Gong Farmer]

When 'GPS' meant lining up with a certain stone in a distant long stone wall - which soon started to look like several other stones

 

[Filthyfarmer]

You weren't at my school were you? One lad in my year managed to make nitrogen tri-iodide crystals, which are explosive under the slightest pressure. He did it in his room and didn't realise he'd split some on the carpet - when the cleaner came round later she hoovered it up and the hoover exploded.........

No ours wasn't as refined as that !
That being said. we did progress from coffee jar size making a lot of smoke to test tube size blowing chunks out of walls

 

[milkloss]

You weren't at my school were you? One lad in my year managed to make nitrogen tri-iodide crystals, which are explosive under the slightest pressure. He did it in his room and didn't realise he'd split some on the carpet - when the cleaner came round later she hoovered it up and the hoover exploded.........

I’ve never tried brewing mother-of-Satan. That scared the crap out of me.

 

[DeeGee]

When 'GPS' meant lining up with a certain stone in a distant long stone wall - which soon started to look like several other stones

Or lining up with big stone that turned out to be a sheep.

 

[76masseyman]

Or lining up with big stone that turned out to be a sheep.

Lined up a post one day, then found out it was a narrow boat chimney !!

 

[betweenthelines]

Would that be about the same time we started getting immigrants from Lesbania?

Nothing wrong with a lesbian-they think like I do when they see a good looking women!

 

[Tarw Coch]

Or lining up with big stone that turned out to be a sheep.

Or lining up with a sleeping sheep which decides to wake up and walk off..................you can never find a dead bugger when you need one.

 

[Tarw Coch]

Nothing wrong with a lesbian-they think like I do when they see a good looking women!

Think it was a Jim Davidson joke where paddy was chatting up a good looking girl in a bar.
You’re wasting your time she said, I’m a lesbian.
No understanding what she was on about and certainly not being put off he carried on asking her, so what part of lesbania do you come from.
No no she said, see that good looking girl over there, I’d like to.......as she went into graphical detail of what she’d like to do to her.
At which point Paddy started sobbing, what’s wrong she asked, I think I’m a lesbian too he replied

 

[Red Fred]

All the farmers' sons used to take rope crow bangers to school and use the bangers for different purposes. Dad actively encouraged it as he thought it showed initiative, and kept us away from drugs, drink, girls, etc.
A favourite trick by the less savoury characters was to tape some together, drop them in a plastic dustbin with a short delay and wedge a lad into the bin bottom first. The idea was to create a human cannonball. They used to make it more interesting by balancing the bin on the edge of the bridge over the mill stream.
Not being in the violent crowd, my bangers were used for more scientific experiments such as launching drainpipes into space and blowing holes in the wall. On one occaission, a banger was smouldering nicely in a hole in the brick wall when the school padre came past and stopped for a chat. We all prayed silently and sure enough, the fuse went out. Eventually the whole school was hauled up and we were told that any more explosions would result in a huge explosion from the head, so it fizzled out.
On our last day, dad gave me a load of ropes and advised me to hang them down the school drain gratings for the benefit of the live-in teachers and boarders. As I went home early, I never knew if it worked or not.

 

[LincsLongwool]

I remember the time when we didn't need GPS to drive straight

 

[Man_in_black]

I remember the time when dad smoked a pipe. When ever he had something to do that involved using both hands , the pipe was put in his jacket pocket.
We were building small bales in our uncles loft, we were doing the carrying, he as building them in, dad was not daft when he had others o do the manual labour. After a while I could smell burning cloth. I looked for the source which was as you guessed, dad. I shouted up to him and he walked out of the shed and by this time the jacket was well alight.
He threw it on the ground and stamped on it to put out the fire, uncle not impressed as he was a woodbine man.

Exact same thing happened to my dad, but at a Wrexham FC game in the 70s. Dad had a smock coat on with big pocket on the front of chest. My dad didn't notice until someone in front of him turned round and said "fucķîng hell mate, your on fire!"

Highlight of the season apparently.

 

[Red Fred]

I remember grandad pottering around the farm with a fag in one hand and a tin of Cymag in the other. How he never poisoned himself, I don't know, but the first war generation were made of stern stuff.

 

[Old Boar]

Uncle smoking a pipe as he milked in the byre. Watching him tuck a kitten on to a cluster to help a slow milker. The kitten sat there warm and snug, pulsating slowly.
Him accurately squirting the foremilk from each cow at the bowl next to a group of cats in the dung passage. Cell counts had not been invented.

 

[DeeGee]

Uncle smoking a pipe as he milked in the byre. Watching him tuck a kitten on to a cluster to help a slow milker. The kitten sat there warm and snug, pulsating slowly.
Him accurately squirting the foremilk from each cow at the bowl next to a group of cats in the dung passage. Cell counts had not been invented.

I thought it was only here and a poor vacuum line that we had to put a weight on the clusters or press down on them with some cows who were slow milkers.

 

[David.]

Used to have a half brick on each window ledge in the old cow house, just for that very purpose. Never washed cows either unless they were filthy in winter, just a rub of soft paraffin grease, from a bucket on the window cill, on each teat to stop them getting sore

 

[Dry Rot]

One day soon, the penny is going to drop that exposure to all those sources of infection probably boosted the immune system. I don't remember many with allergies back then.

 

[nick...]

Think it was a Jim Davidson joke where paddy was chatting up a good looking girl in a bar.
You’re wasting your time she said, I’m a lesbian.
No understanding what she was on about and certainly not being put off he carried on asking her, so what part of lesbania do you come from.
No no she said, see that good looking girl over there, I’d like to.......as she went into graphical detail of what she’d like to do to her.
At which point Paddy started sobbing, what’s wrong she asked, I think I’m a lesbian too he replied

That’s a Jethro joke.talking about his mate Denzil.classic though.on YouTube if anyone wants to watch it
Nick...