Packem is a bloody Idiot, People didn't even have enough to feed them selves let alone the bloody birds 2000 years of modern man and we have to be stuck with that prat. FFS.
We moved house on the 27th December 62. No van, only help was the neighbours and spades. I was 4, but I can still remember dads little car with the double bed mattress flapping on its roof.
That brought back some memories!! Snowed in for 6 weeks on the north side of the Mendip Hills in Somerset. Have to think how folks would survive now. Most have no idea of basic survival living.
I was 15 at the time and had a job at the weekends selling logs. A sack full was 2 /6 (went up to 5 bob a year later) and we had a lorry load. The sacks had to be filled on the back of the lorry, the sacks were wet and heavy and chaffed the neck. I remember well the snow driving into my face and wishing that I was at home with the family. It was bitter cold, and the people were glad to see us. They gave us hot drinks and lots of sweets. It was such hard work and all we got at the end of the day, was 5/-. Without sounding like a Monty Python skit, "you were lucky". After a day like that, we would go out and spend the money on fish and chips and go home at 9ish.What would the woke society do today?
I was hardly born( Just like tomcat; Tom Cruize. I'm born in June 28 1962. Tomcat Scientology Tom Cruize is form the same year, only some days youger; TC that it,
Mum and Dad had us all in their bed to.keep warm (3 of us). Windows were iced up,blankets and coats on beds. We survived unscathed, no panic buying or moaning
The day after my birthday. I AM the antichrist. Well that's what my mother called me since I prevented her getting the only decent meal she was going to get in hospital in 1962.
I can remember our school was closed for two days only, we went back to tunnels through the snow from one classroom to another, today they would shut them till April when it had all gone, the world and people today just wouldn't cope.
i remember walking to school in the snow 6ft above our head where it had been cleared either side of the road. long walk to school as well lived in rural are of what was then Cumberland. i doubt we will ever see the like again now that worlds weather has changed so much, sad in a way as i like the snow.
I was a six year old boy back in 63, one of 6 children, and we had a coal fire, Gas mantle lights, outside toilet, no bathroom, I do remember this freeze up, But it never stopped us kids making lots of snowballs. apart from digging our way out of the front door, I have nothing but fond memories of a cold but enjoyable time.
Imagine if this happened in 2024, the climate change propaganda would be gargantuan 😂 governments would be rubbing their hands with glee knowing it’s a perfect example to green tax us to oblivion 😂
I remember that winter only too well. I was 14 and had a paper round to do before school each day. No such thing as "Thinsulate" or heated gloves back then. I used to come home with my hands frozen to the bike handlebars. Had to bring the bike into the kitchen so I could thaw out in front of the coke boiler enough to let go of the bike. Then came the joy of the burning sensation as blood started to circulate through the fingers again. My mother called it "hot aches", what I called it isn't repeatable. The paper round earned me 17/6 a week (87.5p for those too young to remember £.s.d). Was it worth it? I thought so at the time.
I was 6 years old, I remember it so well. We lived in a little village in Buckinghamshire called Hillesden. We were snowed in for weeks, There was talk of the possibility of a helicopter food drop at one stage. Snow came up to the bedroom windowsills and we had to use our neighbour's path climbing over the fence to get into our house. fortunately, we had a good supply of coal and wood for the fire!
Our house backed onto a park which was fantastic for us kids. I remember walking through the park to school and, yes they stayed open in those days. No snow days for us! Then after school and at weekends we would start snowballs at the top of the hill and roll them all the way down until they crashed into the ditch outside our back garden. They'd be huge by the time they reached the bottom and we couldn't have stopped them if we'd tried, lol. Good thing there wasn't anyone walking along the path in-between the bottom of the hill and the ditch.
The cold killed nearly all the wrens and they took decades to start flourishing again. I remember celebrating their return to London, which had been famous for them, in the late 1990s.
I was 6 at the time in London - I also remember the smog masks we also had to wear when venturing down the road to get water from the council standpipe...the shop on the corner was also handing out small bundles of kindling to help start our fire.
I was 9 at the time and loved it, we lived on a steep hill and us children used a piece of upturned Nisson hut to climb onto and fly down the hill, no one stopped us no concern about health and safety then great fun.
