Things that once seemed normal but aren't allowed now

Carrying a penknife. I use to always have one in my pocket as a kid as I'd help my grandpa in the garden and he was forever trimming plants with one (Kids love to copy.)
 
Now I come to think of it..

Social Gatherings. No longer do you just agree a time and place, and meet at agreed time and place. You must first Email the invitees, probably phone/text them to confirm (3 or 4 times) and then as the time approaches, phone/text to confirm it is still "on" and then phone/text as you arrive. Without doing the latter you'll just never find them in that room of people, will you? Either that, or it's a heads-up for the flamboyant entrance you are about to make, surely?

And whatever happened to making friends whilst you are out? Now-a-days people don't "mingle" unless it is a friend of a friend. Society was built on people mingling, now it's come to an end and there is little interaction with those outside of your "clique."

Meeting people (i.e. prospective "partners"). What ever happened to "What's your phone number?" Now it's "You on facebook? Add me" and then a scurrilous review of your 'profile' before a decision is made to meet you again or not. It is also very hard to "disconnect" from those you break up with because of this "social-networking" which can make break-ups all that more difficult when you have practically their whole life documented on-line.

Online-dating. What. The. Hell. What happened to just plucking up the courage to ask someone for a drink, or just a plain old introduction? Now you have to categorise yourself and pick from categories of available people, and practically take an interview before you even meet! And no matter how eloquently put your profile, they won't believe a word of it!

Speed-dating. Meh. Just meh.
 
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Was never allowed in the first place but with the advent of the internet, you just can't find woods porn anymore :( I remember going in the woods with me mates and finding stashes of porn strewn about here and there.
 
Was never allowed in the first place but with the advent of the internet, you just can't find woods porn anymore :( I remember going in the woods with me mates and finding stashes of porn strewn about here and there.

I remember that. Me and some mates found a porn mag the size of a Thompsons Business Directory in a tree hollow. It was a magical day.
 
Was never allowed in the first place but with the advent of the internet, you just can't find woods porn anymore :( I remember going in the woods with me mates and finding stashes of porn strewn about here and there.

I remember the good old days of wood/bush porn. No idea who put it there, but theres was always some random mags or pages in the bushes of the playgrounds.

Whilst I'm on the subject of playgrounds, what happened to the good old fashioned metal climbing frames you could kill yourself on. Now its all plastic stuff 1 foot off the floor with wood chips underneath it.
 
On a flight back from Madrid to Heathrow in 95, cockpit visit was awesome. Never happen now, so thats a few of us who got in there before the lock.

Ladders well over 4m... To clean and repaint the house guttering/windows etc. Nanny brigade now will have a fit and take you to the cleaners.

Party 7's.
Carborettors.
Inner tubes.
Chrome bumpers that you could stand on.
 
I still got the scar on my knee....i found some bush porn, knelt down to get it and a thorn went straight into my knee, causing quite a hole. We swore blind it was a trap laid by the porntramps :eek:

Was 6 at the time. :D
 
Was never allowed in the first place but with the advent of the internet, you just can't find woods porn anymore :( I remember going in the woods with me mates and finding stashes of porn strewn about here and there.

I remember finding a small cache of 80s skin mags actually up a tree. I didn't come down for hours.
 
Taking penknives or survival knives to school.

Travelling in a teacher's car for a sports match, windows closed and teacher smoking cigars.
 
Games of who can fart the loudest with my mates at the pub. For some reason this just petered out, which disappoints me as I still find it hilarious.

I still got the scar on my knee....i found some bush porn, knelt down to get it and a thorn went straight into my knee, causing quite a hole. We swore blind it was a trap laid by the porntramps :eek:

Was 6 at the time. :D

Porn tramp is watching you masturbate!
 
No idea who put it there, but theres was always some random mags or pages in the bushes of the playgrounds.
That reminded me of Spaced (the first series is being repeated on Dave starting tonight):

Daisy: Right, I'm going to the shops. D'you want anything?
Tim: Porn.
Daisy: Tim, I'm not going to buy you porn. You can get it from railway sidings like everybody else.
Tim: I can't, I'm an adult. I'm supposed to leave it there.
 
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