Checks date on mag, That really was today 50 yrs ago
that didnt start 50 years ago , probably 35 or so ?Now thats what I call music
that didnt start 50 years ago , probably 35 or so ?
I think Elton John sang on one of those TOTP albums when he was a session singer.Nah, it was all Ronco, K-Tel and Top of the Pops erzats hits.
Where Do You Go To (My Lovely) & Snake in the Grass - supposedlyI think Elton John sang on one of those TOTP albums when he was a session singer.
Just over 50 years since Fairport Convention released Unhalfbricking, widely acknowledged as a very significant moment in the development of Folk Rock.
the hungry caterpillar, the stud, the godfather, papillion, French lieutenants woman, portnoys complaint
three pints for ten Bob
50p at 50: how Britons' living costs have changed since 1969
The 50p coin was worth a lot then – indeed, more than any coin in circulation now. In real terms it was worth the equivalent of just over £8. Fifty years on, especially after rampaging inflation in the 1970s, the 50p is a shadow of its former self – it has shrunk in size and weight, but above all in value. Today’s 50p now only has the buying power of the old “tanner” – the small 6d piece.
In the 70s , I thought £100 a week would be great money , my first full-time job in 1983 paid me nearly £3000 a year #ffsthree pints for ten Bob
50p at 50: how Britons' living costs have changed since 1969
I got £1.50 a week from my dad - but when I started a part-time job in 1978 (at a shop on Saturday afternoons) he stopped it - said I was earning now I was paid 66p an hour for 4 hours - so ended up with £2.50 a week (I was 13 so it felt like a lot of money)My dad used to give us 50p pocket money between three of us. I was the youngest so I got the lower rate of 16p while my big sisters got 17p each. It was plenty.
A few years later I got a job with my elder brother on Saturday mornings and got paid 50p, all to myself.
50 years of Scooby-Doo. First aired Sep 13 1969.
Yikes!
Our best bomb site had advertising hoardings up all round it...you could burn all sorts of shit behind thereThat one about knowing your neighbours... everyone in our street was 'uncle' or 'aunty'. And bomb sites were dead good too. We had a flattened brickworks at the back of our prefab, known by us kids as 'the sand pit'.