Where And When Did You Grow Up And What Sort Of Wob Lived On Your Street?

[paulplom]

Let the newbie mod have it as a gentle first task. Mark it out of 10 and be disappointed but hopeful he’ll amount to something eventually.

I don't know how to do that.
I do know how to put you on pre mod though.

[Hooli]

Moving posts is a pain in the arse, I wouldn't bother learning.

It's all arse about face, you have to pick where you're putting it before you pick what your moving as far as I recall, I've only done it once or twice myself when people have requested it.

[Warren t claim]

Let the newbie mod have it as a gentle first task. Mark it out of 10 and be disappointed but hopeful he’ll amount to something eventually.

I don't know how to do that.
I do know how to put you on pre mod though.

Starting as you mean to go on. I like it.

[bunglebus]

I suppose my childhood house was just "an house", semi in a residential area, some private and some council houses and flats. I lived there from '77 to 95.
Mum had a '66 Hillman Super Minx then a '79 1500HL Dolomite. Dad had a 2.0S MK4 Cortina then a 2.0i GLS Saphire, and he had a 1600E MK2 Cortina in the garage that he never did anything with and got sold in '89(?) never to be seen again.
I remember the neighbours next door having a MK2 Escort van and either a Marina or Ital estate that caught fire one night, probably due to one of the husband's fags discarded carelessly. Think it was just minor interior damage. When they moved out they had a quite new MK2 Cavalier. Over the road had a Pug 104 then a 5-door Mk1 Golf, next to them had an MG Metro, a Saab 99 and a Matra Rancho at some point. Down the road there was a MK3 Cortina, and Mr. Jones at no. 26 had a MK1 Escort that I remember him driving up the road while shaking his fist at me (in jest I assume).
Mr. Cole at no. 21 had a Bluebird estate when I was in my late teens as I eventually ended up working for him in his plumbing business, he was a right bodger and his Shitebird reflected this, the back was just a mountain of plumbing fittings and tools, finding anything involved rummaging through the crap until you found what you wanted. Sills contained more concrete than metal.
I also remember inserting a potato into the exhaust of the MK2 Escort owned by one of the twins that lived on the other side of the road, after he pissed me off for reasons I've forgotten.
Some of these vehicles were captured in my amateur drawings, which I still have somewhere. I seem to recall the square hubcaps on the MG Metro fascinated me for some reason.

[NorfolkNWeigh]

Just remembered some more stuff.
The next village, that my Grandma lived near to had a garage/shop, the owner Jack The Shop, obviously used an immaculate gold Fiat 132 1800 ES to deliver newspapers on a Sunday and sometimes me and my brother would get a lift to my Gran’s for Sunday lunch. He, like most people around there , drove like a psycho . Often sideways in the wet and we loved it. He used to wash his 132 in a Ford just out of the village, as did quite a few locals, pollution from detergents etc obviously wasn’t a cincern in the 70’s.
Jack The Shop’s Dad - Jack The Smithy, was about 80 and drove around, usually pissed in a very early, lights behind the grille S1 Land Rover.
The Red Lion pub was run by a Cockney couple Eddie and Eve whom my Mum and Dad had a reciprocal shagging agreement with, Eddie drove an FD Victor 3300 estate and Eve had a Datsun Cherry coupe. Eve had the distinction of being the first real life woman I ever saw naked, when she was visiting* whilst my Mum was doing a shift at the pub...

There was a Massey Ferguson dealer- Willis Bros, in the same village and they had a fleet of red 4 door Escorts, until they also became Subaru dealers then the Brothers had Coupes and their reps had white estates.

Above my Grans house was a scrapyard owned by Ken Scrap, obviously, and in the Forestry Commision land between the two he had managed to get a Scammel Explorer suck up to it’s cab in a go, we used to play in it which was a bit precarious crossing the bog getting in and out- wonder if it’s still there?
Our milk was delivered by a man in a Mazda B1600 , just like the blue Corgi one.
The Postman once managed to put his HA in the stream halfway up our track and when he came into our kitchen to ask for a tow, the dog ( Bodie) bit him, talk about a bad day!
One night the throttle linkage broke on the Land Rover, my genius Dad decided to take the bonnet off and leave it in a hedge , sit on the wing and activate the throttle, whilst my Mum drove home. Unfortunately he wasn’t that sober and fell off, breaking his collarbone and ankle. My Mum left him on the verge and drove about 2 miles on tick over , came home, got her Simca then took him 20 miles to Aberystwyth to hospital . A couple of days later somebody dropped off the bonnet and spare wheel after finding it and asking in the pub whose it was!
Every Tuesday there was a bus service to either Tregaron or Lampeter depending on which one had market day, it was an ancient Bedford Vega that was always thick with fag smoke and cost 1p for pensioners and kids, so was known as The Penny Bus. I was always fascinated by the Customs and Excise Land Rover , that was usually at the cattle markets.it had a big high top body that they stood in the back of testing for cherry.
Talking of buses I had a 9 mile journey by bus to school and initially it was an old Bristol MW which was ancient even then. Everyday a Scabby Porsche 9112.7 RS used to drive past, it belonged to someone that worked in the Council offices in Aberaeron, when I missed the bus and hitchhiked to school , I never got a lift in it , even though I probably had a lift in every other car on that regularly used that route over the years.
My favourite regular lift was a mechanic called John in a Commodore GS/E Coupe , always pulled over a 100 on the Milk Marketing Board straight and made it his mission to catch and overtake the bus.

[mercrocker]

Excellent stuff!

[bunglebus]

I forgot one - when Mr Jones at no.26 moved out into sheltered accommodation in about 1987, the Balls family moved in, their elder son was in my year at school. They immediately aggravated my mum (not a difficult task) by having bonfires and lots of building work for an over-garage extension etc.
Balls Snr. worked for Salian builders merchants and thought he was all that, and eventually bought himself a Silver Shadow of mid-70's vintage. It was fucked, and used to sound like it was about to expire at any moment as it rattled up past our house.
I didn't mind them, as they had an actual VCR, and I used to go round there and watch stuff like Back to the Future.

[paulplom]

I forgot one - when Mr Jones at no.26 moved out into sheltered accommodation in about 1987, the Balls family moved in, their elder son was in my year at school. They immediately aggravated my mum (not a difficult task) by having bonfires and lots of building work for an over-garage extension etc.
Balls Snr. worked for Salian builders merchants and thought he was all that, and eventually bought himself a Silver Shadow of mid-70's vintage. It was fucked, and used to sound like it was about to expire at any moment as it rattled up past our house.
I didn't mind them, as they had an actual VCR, and I used to go round there and watch stuff like Back to the Future.

Have you settled in to your new place yet?
I remember my mother used to manage the odd bar in the past. One customer who I'm friends with, decided to jump on the bonnet of her c reg, gold metro vp. This would've been around '92. She must have been pretty scared as she didn't pull over. He fell off the bonnet at 40mph and went under the rear wheels braking his hip.
Nothing came of it and the police weren't involved. He still walks with a bit of a limp all this time later.
Davey Rose is still a bit of a mentalist.

[bunglebus]

Have you settled in to your new place yet?

Been here about 6 months. I remember thinking the concept of moving house was really strange when I was growing up, why would you move if you already have a house? My mum and dad bought the house in '69 and my mum still lives there. Having left at 18, I've moved every few years without fail, think I've had 14 addresses in 24 years, with a couple of temporary stays elsewhere in between