A LIST




You get to thinking about a lot of things whilst lying on a sick bed in a warden-assisted retirement complex, having been told by a GP to come-off the very drugs that are keeping you mobile & upright, in order for the new drugs and the Gastric Man Flu/Covid/Cold virus to do their immune system tango.

What Is Death? is one of them.
When will it arrive? is another.
Why was I even born!?!?!? is a frequent visitor.
And Will anyone miss me?, Do I need to destroy any evidence?, Who will take the cat?
And What song would I like played at my funeral? are the others.

This week, as I polished-off a Lansprazole cocktail with hot honey & Actifed chaser, I thought about the olden days, when things were very much better (if you ignored the austerity, poverty, power-cuts, rampant sexual abuse, misogyny, racism, and awful chart music).




Here is a list of things I think I would like to see brought back:

PK or Beech Nut chewing gum (in a 4 pack)
Football cards with inedible gum coated in chalk dust 
Crunchy 'gold' gum in drawstring bags
Sherbert (weighed out in bags)
Oxford bags
Spanish Gold coconut 'tobacco'
Pink chocolate
Pink custard
Hai Karate after-shave
Hickory House (with Dusty Mop who sounded like Nigel Farage).
The Test Card
Nai Zindagi Naya Jeevan
Pobol y Cwm
K Tel & Ronco ads at Xmas
Smallpox
Cigarettes without filter tips
Marbles
Jim Callaghan



I appreciate I'm very much giving-off a Confectionery & Coloured TV vibe, but I was a child of the 70s.

Normal Service hopefully resumed next week.

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