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Started by JayzusB.Christ, 29 April, 2008, 09:45:18 PM

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Peter Wolf


 I had a friend in Hastings called Brian Stewart.Lovely lovely guy who was a bit messed up .He was a Heroin addict who went on to Methadone which is worse.He was part of the social circle but sadly died.

 After all the pubs and clubs closed at about 2pm we would all go to a hotel called The Chatsworth.It was all full of elderly folk who would stay up late drinking at the hotel bar and all these goths and everyone else would just have a laugh and dance with all the old women and sing along to We'll Meet Again and things like that.

 Great fun that was.


 The link is for a film that a friends dad worked on that was filmed in Hastings and Fairlight.I think he was a cameraman.Would love to see it again.


 Not in the IMDB top 250

 Straight to video nastie :

Link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Murder-Ultimate-Grounds-Leslie-Ash/dp/B000U5853E" target="_blank">http://www.amazon.co.uk/Murder-Ultimate-Grounds-Leslie-Ash/dp/B000U5853E

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Queen Firey-Bou

brilliant remenis there WOD !
even in a wee rural village like this theres many kids now who don't do the normal stuff you so eloquently descibed, its the FEAR, fear of dirt, fear of peados, fear of messing up overpriced sweatshop designer clothes, fear of annoying the neighbours, fear of being laughed at, fear of being influenced by 'bad' children, fear of missing the organised activity that the stressed overworked parents have paid for the children to do, fear of missing hollyoaks, or that vital msn message ....

I fear a generation of TV/media/ government fed/led consumer credit card & fame addicted spoilt narsistic body-fashist instant gratification sheep who can't tie their own shoe laces or think for themselves.

bah ! come the revolution !


WoD

Fear and PRESSURE...at 5 my boy is under pressure to play Rugby, Football, READ (both English and Welsh), improve his handwriting, etc...  And it is not acceptable.  I want the boy to have fun, dig around in the dirt, fall off his bike (which he did very well day before yesterday), explore in the wood, etc. It's no wonder he sometimes bites his bloody nails! More fun is needed at that age, not less.

One last memory...I used to get really excited watching Record Breakers when they did the bit from America and you had a cartoon superman flying out towards you; I really longed to see a full Superman cartoon...and all we got was Tarzan, with the same looping bit of him swinging on vines and landing on the same tree branch, again and again and again...

Funt Solo

My brother made excellent rope swings, and pit-traps, and was luckily (for me) not a very good shot with either his air rifle or his bow.  I was more into diverting streams in the forest and pretending to be Monkey.  And it wasn't so much that I had to be back before dark, but would want to be - because that wood could get spooky when the sun started sinking. Being a kid was great.  No responsibilities, encouraged to spend the entire time playing, then rewarded with food.  Being a teenager, on the other hand...
An angry nineties throwback who needs to get a room.

Richmond Clements

I sometimes find myself moving to stop my boys when they begin to climb on rocks or up trees- then I remember that at their age I was doing the same thing- and I didn't die!
It's hard sometimes, but you just have to let them climb!

But rope swings- yeah... them was the days! My immediate memory is of standing down by the river we had a swing over (they were always over rivers, weren't they..?), and my mate screaming my name. I turned to see what the fuss was about, only to have hit two feet planted right on my chest as he swung towards me and landed me in the mud.

WoD

Friends (or Fiends) are great.

Funt Solo

We had a fort (ancient - no walls left, just the moat) in the middle of the forest near our house - and about 3/4 of the moat was filled with water - there was a raised bit that was always dry.  We had rope swings over the water and the dry bit, and there was a natural fallen tree that created a bridge across as well.  Cool.

Secret paths lead to the fort, and the forest had two spooky wells - that were very deep, and full of debris and black water, and had no wall or anything, so you could just wander in by accident.

Of course, the big lake in the middle of the forest that froze over in the winter was rumoured to contain dead people!
An angry nineties throwback who needs to get a room.

TordelBack

... the big lake in the middle of the forest that froze over in the winter was rumoured to contain dead people!

Most do!

Dark Jimbo

... the big lake in the middle of the forest that froze over in the winter was rumoured to contain dead people!

The lake in the woods that my garden backs on to supposedly has a Spitfire rusting away at the bottom of it. I'd love to know if that was true.
@jamesfeistdraws

Queen Firey-Bou

wow sounds cool !

hmm i never got my balance enough on the rope swing thing, so years later in my twenties when in the woods for the first time with a bunch of druids ( look it was the 80's ! ok?! ), i thought i better join in with rope swing fun............. AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! splat, blackness.

still seeing x-rays of my own skull was cool.

hmmm i've just had a memory replay of all the injuries my kids sustained 'playing', my son did a good one using his face as a brake while doing bike stunts, looked worse like an extra from a tarentino.   ... the fine line between protect and allow to explore eh?

Funt Solo

Ooh - wounds!

I cracked my head open by running into a ferry (you heard me).  Later I managed to get my teeth to go through my own face by impacting on ice.  And my hand was squashed to the bone in a door-hinge-bit.  Loads of blood each time - very dramatic - scared lots of adults shitless.
An angry nineties throwback who needs to get a room.

Peter Wolf

 Apologies for overposting but i am enjoying myself.

 Enjoyed reading others stories as well.


 Its nice to know there were other free range children not just myself.


 I used to disappear all day.Lots of cuts scrapes everything.I used to walk miles and explore places.

 Fights.Lots of fights at school and after.

 "Playing fields - lunchtime - be there"

  They used to draw crowds.Won most with some draws.
 

 I ran straight into a lamppost once and got a black eye.

 If i behaved i was given money to go and spend in the amusements.

 Because i had an older brother it was alright for me to go out drinking with his [and mine] friends when i was about 15 or so.


 When it snowed every year the woods were beautiful and everyone who lived in the same road or next to the woods would go tabogganning in what was called the horses field which had a very steep gradient.I would know everyone there.

 The other thing was the woods had a dedicated barbeque site. A big chimney thing with a barbeque in it.2 barbeques a year that my mum and dad organised for all the residents but outsiders were welcome to join in.

 Also Bonfire night.Same thing with a massive bonfire that we built ourselves.

 5 years worth of sunday mornings spent doing woodland conservation with the other volunteers/residents who had to look after the woods.Tree surgery,fencing,building paths,mowing pasture.That sort of thing.

 Winding up next doors dog "Fritz" the sausage dog.I used to run up and down the other side of the hedge and it would make the dog go mad.

 I still have the scars from when i was cutting wood and the Bowsaw slipped and ripped right across the back of my hand.
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Trout

I had a major nostalgia-fest last night while going through old photos for the first time in years. There's one, in particular, of me and my sister as very small children, in the arms of Cekltic legend John Hughes (the original one - not the Falkirk manager).

My memories of childhood are pretty patchy and vague, but some of my happiest times were spent reading 2000AD.

Yesterday, after tea, I took Rose for a walk in the field next to our house. She had great fun stamping around in the mud and I realised it was something I didn't get to do as a child, as I grew up (mostly) in cities.

- Trout

Peter Wolf

 I used to collect old enamel advertising signs when i was about 14 or 15.I used to find them all on allotments.

 I sold about a dozen of them to a pub landlord in Hastings which turned out to be the pub that i used to go to in Hastings called The Pig In Paradise so all the signs i sold were nailed up on the walls.Things like wills Gold Flake with a picture of a cigarette packet and Oxo etc.

 Years later up until about 3 years ago one of the signs i found and sold ended up in a pub in Lewes called The Snowdrop.It had pictures of beer bottles on it.It was on the wall by the pool table but the pub had a refurbishment recently and i havent been back.It was a friend of mine who was the landlord of the pub until recently.

 
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Noisybast

"I used to find them all on allotments"

Other people's allotments? Isn't that technically a little bit like theft?
Dan Dare will return for a new adventure soon, Earthlets!