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Post by oh oooh on Apr 7, 2023 11:13:03 GMT
just saw the most amazing David Bailey portrait of Morecambe and Wise from 1970 where they're both laughing their chops off. It's a beauty - look it up
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Post by souphound on Jun 4, 2023 18:17:13 GMT
Manchester City player Mike Summerbee showing off his 1967’s Volvo P1800 with a built-in record player.
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Post by oh oooh on Jun 23, 2023 17:26:42 GMT
Lake Balaton, Hungary, 1964
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Post by oh oooh on Jun 24, 2023 4:08:07 GMT
just saw the most amazing David Bailey portrait of Morecambe and Wise from 1970 where they're both laughing their chops off. It's a beauty - look it up
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Post by Half Machine Lipschitz on Jul 6, 2023 19:32:29 GMT
I don't know why I was just thinking about how people in Ontario bought booze back in the 60's and 70's, but I remember going to these Liquor Control Board of Ontario (LCBO) stores with my dad when I was a kid and watching (or helping) him fill out the little form at the desk and then handing it to one of the counter men who would disappear into the back and emerge a few minutes later with your booze in a brown paper bag. Different times, for sure...
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Post by oh oooh on Jul 6, 2023 19:43:05 GMT
Liquor Control Board of Ontario! That's wild. They look like coppers.
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Post by Half Machine Lipschitz on Jul 6, 2023 19:56:06 GMT
They're still called LCBO stores, but nowadays they look more like this:
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Post by cousinlou on Jul 7, 2023 6:53:51 GMT
I don't know why I was just thinking about how people in Ontario bought booze back in the 60's and 70's, but I remember going to these Liquor Control Board of Ontario (LCBO) stores with my dad when I was a kid and watching (or helping) him fill out the little form at the desk and then handing it to one of the counter men who would disappear into the back and emerge a few minutes later with your booze in a brown paper bag. Different times, for sure... It is still like that in Sweden.
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Post by souphound on Jul 7, 2023 14:06:07 GMT
I don't know why I was just thinking about how people in Ontario bought booze back in the 60's and 70's, but I remember going to these Liquor Control Board of Ontario (LCBO) stores with my dad when I was a kid and watching (or helping) him fill out the little form at the desk and then handing it to one of the counter men who would disappear into the back and emerge a few minutes later with your booze in a brown paper bag. Different times, for sure... I remember when a cousin of mine came down from Toronto to Montreal for a few months (for a course) in what would have been 1980 or so. He was amazed that you could get beer singles at the corner store. He'd go back and forth, getting 2 or 3 at a time, trying different brands. He was amazed at the ease and availability not having to trek to a liquor store to buy a 2-4. Christ, here, I used to go get beer for my dad and ciggies for my mom using my little wagon (the same one I used to deliver newspapers ffs). I was maybe 8? 10? Of course the store personnel were all acquainted with the whole neighbourhood. Not that I think that's a particularly good thing mind you.
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Post by Half Machine Lipschitz on Jul 7, 2023 14:16:41 GMT
I don't know why I was just thinking about how people in Ontario bought booze back in the 60's and 70's, but I remember going to these Liquor Control Board of Ontario (LCBO) stores with my dad when I was a kid and watching (or helping) him fill out the little form at the desk and then handing it to one of the counter men who would disappear into the back and emerge a few minutes later with your booze in a brown paper bag. Different times, for sure... I remember when a cousin of mine came down from Toronto to Montreal for a few months (for a course) in what would have been 1980 or so. He was amazed that you could get beer singles at the corner store. He'd go back and forth, getting 2 or 3 at a time, trying different brands. He was amazed at the ease and availability not having to trek to a liquor store to buy a 2-4. Christ, here, I used to go get beer for my dad and ciggies for my mom using my little wagon (the same one I used to deliver newspapers ffs). I was maybe 8? 10? Of course the store personnel were all acquainted with the whole neighbourhood. Not that I think that's a particularly good thing mind you. It was a revelation when I moved there for school in '89. I had a great little depanneur (a corner store in Quebec) on my block on Rue du Fort, which was owned by some older Europeans and they had a fantastic selection of beers and exotic (to me at the time, anyway) foods and snacks.
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Post by souphound on Jul 7, 2023 14:41:07 GMT
I know eh? Conversely, at about the same time, I went to Ottawa for a weekend to help stock up a record store my employer was opening there. After a gruelling day of work, the team was looking forward to having a few beer by the pool. We were astonished that we had to find an actual liquor store to get said beer. And it wasn't even cold!
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Post by oh oooh on Jul 18, 2023 19:43:02 GMT
The old Apollo cinema, Glasgow, 1973
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Post by harrylemon on Jul 18, 2023 20:28:32 GMT
The old Apollo cinema, Glasgow, 1973 That's the back. Saw loads of gigs there. Some of Viva Roxy Music was recorded there. Loads of live recordings from there.
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Post by rayge on Jul 25, 2023 22:12:46 GMT
My mther's father, Isaac Edwards, lied about his age to get into the army as a young teen, fought in South Africa, and retired aged 30 to marry my grandmother, with whom he had 12 children (my mother, born in 1922, was the 10th), This picture is of him when he was recalled in WWI, given the rank of sergeant, and asked to train recruits to send to the Western Front, working at Rye House (adam will know where this is). I still have the training manual he wrote in his very neat, formal hand. It's remarkable considering he had little to no formal education and worked his whole life as a labourer (a demolition ganger, mostly, although he did build a few things, too). He died aged 64 a few months before WWII was declared.
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Post by Stacy Heydon on Jul 25, 2023 23:32:52 GMT
My mther's father, Isaac Edwards, lied about his age to get into the army as a young teen, fought in South Africa, and retired aged 30 to marry my grandmother, with whom he had 12 children (my mother, born in 1922, was the 10th), This picture is of him when he was recalled in WWI, given the rank of sergeant, and asked to train recruits to send to the Western Front, working at Rye House (adam will know where this is). I still have the training manual he wrote in his very neat, formal hand. It's remarkable considering he had little to no formal education and worked his whole life as a labourer (a demolition ganger, mostly, although he did build a few things, too). He died aged 64 a few months before WWII was declared. My great grandfather also lied about his age to fight in WW1 and, funnily enough, had the surname Edwards. He looked after the horses, which is pretty much what he did in civilian life too. His main trade was a sadler, but he would buy and sell horses too. He'd sometimes take them to Liverpool to sell, despite not having a word of English. I don't think I have a photo, but I do have his old brass snuff box.
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