it used to be posh but now it ain't

moggins

I am thankful that all my friends lived on the same council estate and were as common as I was

calleyw

I have just been listening to the radio and they where talking about being Sophisticated (sp?) during the 60's and I it made me think of this thread.

As a woman came on and said that then it was sophisticated to be taken out by your boyfriend for a meal who would take you to the a Berni Inn and for your meal you would have:

Prawn Cocktail
Gammon and pineapple
Black forest gateau


Which I think is funny :rotfl: but of course then would be seen as dead posh back then.

Oh and the other thing they mentioned was soda siphons.


Yours

Calley

Maisie

aliasojo wrote:

Good grief you were easily impressed! :rotfl:

Mind you, with hindsight...I'd have been impressed with dimmer switches and the like which could ask you to tea.

I was always impressed by flushing toilets. We didn't have a fully plumbed bathroom when I was a kid. Amazing what we all take for granted now, I couldn't imagine life without a cistern and handle.

Btw...why is this not in Discussions? Would have thought this is exactly the type of thread the Dt'ers would like too?

We had an outside toilet and if it was raining you ran there with an umbrella. Sometimes the rain came through the roof and you got a shower too while in the toilet!

comping_cat

Artic roll!!!!!!!!!

moggins

Real cream, not the stuff that came in tins

fatnan

I was a child in the 1950's and it was unheard of for kids like me to go on holiday, even to the nearest seaside town 8 miles away. Chicken on Sundays was the height of poshness. I never tasted turkey until I was married.

yallapilko

Mobile phones.... or car phones as they then were.
The first one I saw was the size of a large brick.

Calephetos

calleyw wrote:

I'm in my early 30's but when we were at secondary school so 11+.

I thought the rich people where the ones who bought there daughters the summer uniform dress which was red gingham. It was awful but it cost a lot of money for something you would wear for just a few weeks a year.

How wrong I was, just glad that we where poor :rotfl:

Think you would have to pay me to wear it it that was that grim.


Yours

Calley

My mother bought some fabric and made our summer frocks in the mid-80s. They had to be green and white, to match the school colours, but there wasn't a strict dress you had to buy until we went to a private school when I was 9, and even then, ISTR we kept on wearing the old dresses until we grew out of them.
We were, looking back on it, extremely short on money when I was younger (even more so after I was 9...) and I always thought it was perfectly normal to have all my dresses and pinafores made on the Singer in our parent's bedroom. We had cream party frocks with sashes for church or going out on Sundays! Can you imagine that today?!

My best friend's family was a lot better off - 7-Up, meringue nests and a ceiling-brushing christmas tree were the items we never had. And going away to sunny places. We often went to Dieppe for the day, and to Vessey for a fortnight, but that was it. I thought an exciting holiday was a 5hr ferry trip and coming home with the boot clinking. But when you're 6 or 7, a 5hr ferry ride is pretty fun! :rolleyes:

Churchmouse

I have just read this thread from start to finish, and my sides hurt and my mascara is spread far and wide!!:T :T

So many memories and it's so funny to see how "poshness" has evolved over the years! I grew up on council estates with working class father, mother came from reduced status parents and after age 9 was very definitely working class.

We were considered posh when we went for our TWO week holiday to a caravan site at Pagham in Sussex! This caravan had it's own outside non-flushing toilet that was emptied once a day!!! Yuk, yuk, but we thought that was fine. There was no shower block or anything, kids were scrubbed down standing in an enamel washingup bowl! I remember those holidays in the greatest detail even now! Later we afforded things like rented cottages in Devon, they all blur into one!

The other thing I remember from childhood was thinking what a treat it was sometimes to have fish and chips for Friday tea. It was only as an adult I realised that was because poor mum had nothing in her purse to buy food with. When Dad brought his paypacket home Friday night all the shops would be shut, only the chippie open, so that's what we ate. Bet she stretched it a long way though! And how many times was she "not hungry" because there wasn't enough to go round. Been there, done that myself!:rolleyes:

spankymonkey_2

i remember going to the chip shop for a bag of scraps, ha'penny sweets. sweet tobacco yummmm. we never had holidays abroad either used great uncles caravan then my dad bought it off him, never had a bathroom or toilet my brother and i had the table end of caravan and my parents had a bed that came out of the wall!
my nan telling me i had to eat all my tea and i would get it the next morning for breakfast!