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50 years

Now thats what I call music
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Some Notable books published in '69....the hungry caterpillar, the stud, the godfather, papillion, French lieutenants woman, portnoys complaint......
 

I remember getting 3 or 4 pints, handing over £5, and getting over £4 in change, even in the mid 80's.

Although, TBF, I was friends with the barmaid, who was happy to fiddle things. :thumbs:

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.

Blimey!
 
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.
 
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.
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 :mad: 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)
 
That 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'.
 
That 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'.
Our best bomb site had advertising hoardings up all round it...you could burn all sorts of shit behind there :cool:
 
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