The things people don't say anymore

I'll go to the foot of our stairs; let the dog see the rabbit; big chin

I caught the last part of a Carry On film last week and that is a great source for "a bit of how's-yer-father" (WTF did that mean anyway?), or "a bit of the other".
Doesn't seem to be any Crumpet around either, and certainly no Slap & Tickle.

Foresooth, verily I think one is no longer allowed to 'give her one.'

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Originally posted by Rasher:
...certainly no Slap & Tickle.

Denied - there was last time I played Cool for Cats.

She was frigid like a bible
When she met her boyfriend michael
He took her in his zephyr
They sat like salt and pepper
Looking out across the city
From lovers leap is pretty
The lights they flick and flutter
He told her how he loved her
Next night he called for her
But dad protected daughter
And told him she was poorly
A lie was told there surely
So michael felt rejected
This wasnt quite expected
He drove off to his local
Where he felt anti-social

She cried all night at missing
The boy she could be kissing
While he was falling over
He drunk himself back sober
And went home in a taxi
And crashed out in the back seat
He slept just like a baby
Which he hadnt done just lately
He saw her in the morning
Out with his sister pauline
She felt all shy and soppy
He acted cool and cocky
He said tonight at charlies
Theres going to be a party
Ill meet you at half seven
She visualised the heaven

If you ever change your mind
Which you do from time to time
Never chew a pickle
With a little slap and tickle
You have to throw the stone
To get the pool to ripple

That night they danced together
It looked like love forever
He put his hand on her leg
You should have heard what she said
He tried again much later
It seemed to aggravate her
He drove home in silence
Avoiding all violence
She said lets watch the city
From lovers leap is pretty
I think I need the fresh air
She put a comb through her hair
Then while she turned to kiss him
And very nearly missed him
She put her hand on his leg
He felt her tongue in his head

If you ever change your mind
Which you do from time to time
Never chew a pickle
With a little slap and tickle
You have to throw the stone
To get the pool to ripple

Sorry ROTF - denied.
1979 is a very long time ago - Carry On era actually, so it counts. Where does the time go, eh?!

Nookie

quote:

Originally posted by Huwge:
big chin

quote:

"a bit of how's-yer-father"

Class

Pass the iodine.

Try this lot:

http://newtontxnetwork.com/tour/oldsay/

Graeme

I like the title of the new 'View' single.You've got a 'Face for the Radio' - Jimmy Hill again then?

If you carry on like that you'll be laughing on the other side of your face is one that seems a tad vintage .

Something for the weekend, sir?

My grandfather, well into his 80s, would exclaim 'I say, what a trim ankle!' upon catching sight of a shapely female. I'd never heard it before, nor have I since.

"Sorry it was all my fault, I am to blame"
Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word

quote:

Originally posted by Huwge:
Something for the weekend, sir?

Years ago my best mate was in a London barbers getting a trim as it was the easter weekend and we were off for a night out.

The barber asked him "Anything for the weekend Sir?". Bemused, and in all innocence, he replied "An easter egg?"

Still brings a tear to my eye.

Graeme

I know this town like 'the back of my hand'

People no longer appear to 'live over the brush'.

Racked off (a euphemism for a woman masturbating her man)

My mates used it as a derisory term for things that were broken or knackered. I remember feeling the full force of the back of my mothers hand for describing my old push bike as being racked off....

I also remember asking my mother what a necrophiliac was aged 11, the necrophiliacs were the name of a band i had just read about in Kerrang! The punishment was the same, a clip round the ear'ole

Anselm

Quite a few here

I got a 'clip round the ear' after asking for a 'Knickerboker Glory' in the Whimpey bar when i was about 11.

"Is this the back of the bus queue?"

it's been a long time since I heard anyone use the (noun) term "whacker from way-back". Probably not a bad thing, really.

Mihi ignosce. Cum homine de cane debeo congredi

I'm a Gary Glitter fan

I'm feeling a little queer