| Comment | when I was at primary school we were mates with the rich kid - by which I mean his dad was the local pub landlord and he had an Amstrad. One weekend the four of us were round the pub being annoying, and his mum told him to take us somewhere else to play (i.e. fuck off you're annoying the regulars), and handed him a tenner for us to spend at the paper shop
A fucking tenner. In 1986. To go to the sweet shop. £2.50 each. My weekly pocket money was about 30p at the time, ie the cost of a Beano and a Mars Bar. You couldn't imagine £2.50, you'd be in a diabetic coma before you'd spent half that.
I think I had a Terry's Mint and a can of *real* coke and took home enough flying saucers to see me through the summer
I think that was also the day I became socialist |
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