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    February 06

    This will Bring back some memories

    This will bring back some memories
    and its so true .........Lets go back in time...
    Before the Internet...
    Before semi-automatics and joyriders
    back Before SEGA or Super Nintendo...
    Way back........
    I'm talking about Hide and Seek in the park.
    The corner shop.
    Hopscotch.
    Butterscotch.
    Skipping.
    Handstands.
    Football with an old can.
    Fingerbob.
    Beano, Dandy, Buster, Twinkle and Dennis the Menace.
    Roly Poly.
    Hula Hoops, jumping the stream, building dams.
    The smell of the sun and fresh cut grass.
    Bazooka bubble gum.
    An ice cream cone on a warm summer night from the van that plays a tune.
    Chocolate or vanilla or strawberry or maybe Neapolitan or perhaps screwball.
    Wait......
    Watching Saturday morning cartoons, short commercials or the flicks.
    Red Hand Gang, Tomorrow People, Tiswas or Swapshop?, and 'Why Don't You'? - or staying up for Doctor Who.
    When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed like going somewhere.
    Earwigs, wasps, stinging nettles and bee stings.
    Sticky fingers.
    Playing Marbles. Ball bearings. Big 'uns and Little 'uns.
    Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians.
    Climbing trees.
    Making igloos out of snow banks.
    Walking to school, no matter what the weather.
    Running till you were out of breath, laughing so hard that your stomach hurt.
    Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights. Spinning around on roundabouts,
    getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles. Being tired from playing.... remember that?
    The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
    Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.
    Choppers and Grifters.
    Eating raw jelly. Orange squash ice pops.
    Vimto and Jubbly lollies
    Remember when...
    There were two types of trainers - girls and boys, and Dunlop Green Flash
    The only time you wore them at School was for P.E.
    And they were called gym shoes or if you are older, plimsoles or Daps.
    You knew everyone in your street - and so did your parents.
    It wasn't odd to have two or three 'best' friends.
    You didn't sleep a wink on Christmas Eve.
    When nobody owned a pure-bred dog.
    When 25p was decent pocket money
    Curly Wurlys. Space Dust. Toffo's, cola cubes.
    When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.
    When any parent could discipline any kid, or use him to carry groceries and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it.
    When being sent to the head's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving pupil at home. Basically, we were in fear for our lives but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, gangs etc.
    Remember when....
    Decisions were made by going "Ip, Dip, Dog Sh*t"
    Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest.
    Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in Monopoly
    The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was germs.
    And the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one.
    It was unbelievable that 'British Bulldog 123' wasn't an Olympic event.
    Having a weapon in school, meant being caught with a catapult.
    Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.
    Taking drugs meant orange-flavoured chewable aspirin.
    Ice cream was considered a basic food group.
    Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.
    Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.
    Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their grown up life...
    I DOUBLE-DARE YOU !!!

    We Want England Back

    Goodbye to my England, So long my old friend
    Your days are numbered, being brought to an end
    To be Scottish, Irish or Welsh that's fine
    But don't say you're English, that's way out of line.
     
    The French and the Germans may call themselves such
    So may Norwegians, the Swedes and the Dutch
    You can say you are Russian or maybe a Dane
    But don't say you're English ever again.
     
    At Broadcasting House the word is taboo
    In Brussels it's scrapped, in Parliament too
    Even schools are affected, staff do as they're told
    They must not teach children about England of old.
     
    Writers like Shakespeare, Milton and Shaw
    The pupils don't learn about them anymore
    How about Agincourt, Hastings , Arnhem or Mons ?

    When England lost hosts of her very brave sons.
    We are not Europeans, how can we be?
    Europe is miles away over the sea
    We're the English from England, let's all be proud
    Stand up and be counted - Shout it out loud !
     
    Let's tell our Government and Brussels too
    We're proud of our heritage and the Red, White and Blue
    Fly the flag of Saint George or the Union Jack
    Let the world know - WE WANT OUR ENGLAND BACK !!!!

    If you are English pass it on please