Right, I am officially an Old Fart today, 65 in your earthling years, but young at heart !
It looks like its also my last day as a God member
Here comes my first whenwe :-
When we were kids, everybody enjoyed butter, full cream milk ( which was called "milk" in those days, the cream and the milk were packaged together, not sold seperately ), golden deepfried chips, bread and dripping, big family Sunday roasts with pudding round the dining room table - weekdays was the kitchen table !
When old people died, they died of old age, there weren't all the tags they have nowdays to try and get you to give up a pleasure to " enjoy " a long age ( often in a retirement home when the kids have flown )
Plus, the pleasures you are supposed to avoid change every year like a fashion, and often a commercially alternative is offered. " dont drink free tap water, rather buy some that has been sitting in a plastic bottle on a shop shelf for weeks "
Ooh , that felt good ! ranting like an old fart, now back to work....
I remember the days when you bought milk in a bottle, and the cream rose to the top.
Now, it's dozens of different milk "products". And we found out recently that even "normal" milk here is actually supplemented with "permeate" which is a by-product of other dairy production.
Ozzy Osbourne. When I was young, the typical parent blew a gasket if their kid was caught listening to his music. I had friends who lied and/or snuck-out to got to his concert. The parents of one friend gathered up and destroyed all his "devil music".
Now his music is used to sell family sedans on broadcast television. From a twisted devil worshiping satanist to Honda's front man. Talk about a generational change!
When I was young schools used to get a delivery of half (or third) pint bottles of milk for "morning recess". The crates of milk were just left in the sun in the schoolyard. You can imagine what it was like on a warm day, after it had been there for a few hours.
I love my milk cold, 25 years back we lived next to a smallholding, and our daughter would go an collect a 2 litre coke bottle of fresh milk, yellow at the top with cream, not pasteiurized , just " past our gate ". ( we are all still alive )
It was still warm, but I couldn't drink it until it had been in the fridge to chill.
FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.