Saturday, 12 April 2008

The world's your oyster...


Trubes has started all this – and while in a certain frame of mind, I asked myself a question.

“What is your iconic memory of the sixties’.

(Bit silly putting it like that, I mean, “Hi Scrobs, what’s your abiding memory of the sixties…?” “Don’t be daft, you were there with me remember”! “Oh yeah so we were…”)

Mine is probably the picture above.

· Leaving school in 1965
· Going away on holiday to Belgium on a Lambretta with a chum
· This view of leaving England for the first time

The world’s your oyster.

19 comments:

Lilith said...

Fantastic! My abiding memory of the 60's is very very similar except that we were arriving in England by boat in 1969 (I was 4 days short of 5 :-))

Daisy said...

my most vibrant memory of the 60's was speaking italian to my father, in front of my mother and she having no idea what we were saying...when i would do that it would give him a laugh and we would go out fishing together which i loved...i am an expert at getting hooks out of trees, brush and fish!

Scroblene said...

Lils,

The ferry was an original Townsend Ferry, long before Thoreson, and we actually stretched out in brilliant sunshine on top deck, which was much more like a frigate than a car ferry!

Peter Stuyvesant fags were the norm then - possibly the peak of the experience for a late teenager...

Presume you came in at Southampton?

Scroblene said...

Daisers,

Tuscan Tony mentioned a fishing scenario like this some time ago; just after he uncovered the whereabouts of Scroblene Turrets..

http://tuscantony.blogspot.com/2007/10/scroblene.html

(but don't believe a word of it...)!

BTW; Can't seem to get on your site, how do we do it?

Blue Eyes said...

I am a bit young for the 60s but I think ferries played a large part of my yoot too. By then they certainly were Townsend Thoreson - or the "upside-down ship company" as we used to call them.........

Trubes said...

Marvellous yarn Scroblene.
Wasn't it an exhilarating feeling, to be going away on holiay, without having parents breathing down your neck? My first real boyfriend had a Vespa Scooter and smoked coloured Sobranie Cigarettes.
Unsurprisingly he turned out to be gay, he was very good looking. What a waste,
I didn't even get the opportunity to try and 'make him better' he! he!
'Oh Happy Days'.

Di.xx
P.S. I've replied to your comments on my site and posted another tale too...Hope you enjoy it, a bit sad, mind you.
We can't be silly all the time, suppose.

Tuscan Tony said...

Despite being born in 1965 I do remember 2 things from the 60s: the first moon landing by Neil wossinsame and Buzz Wossisname; and spending and old 1d (penny) on sweets in a corner shop in Reigate, Surrey (passed it the other day, can't recall what it is now).

So There!

electro-kevin said...

My experience of the '60s was worn out carpet and clothes, no central heating, condensation on windows and a Dutch wood burner. We were poor by comparison to today. My first experience of liberty was in the early '80s.

I'm convinced that it wasn't the '60s which was the 'big thing' at all - it was just the first time that kids could articulate themselves and be taken seriously. My time was the '80s when three of us took off to the Isle of Wight in a Bedford HA van ... such freedom !

A passing moment of sweet perfection, now (despite earning more than ever) I seem to have less freedom than then aged 18.

Mermaid of Moorgate said...

1) Listening to other people's music
2) Reading people's memories of what they did in the 60s
3) pretending to laugh every time someone says: "If you can remember the 60's you weren't really there."

idle said...

CallmeDave's oyster turned out to be the contents of a yobbo's hand after he sneezed into it and then wiped it on our Dave's suit jacket (reports, all newspapers, today)

A real man like the magnificent prezza would have decked the chav.

Dave just wanted to hug him.

Evil of Dron said...

I had a Vespa and I did not turn out to be gay.

Thanks for the comments over at the lair of despair. Now I must go. Unless I go, he who comes after me cannot come.

Scroblene said...

Dronners - of course not!

Vespas had big hips didn't they...

Look forward to the New Dron anyway!

Scroblene said...

Idle - chavs like that should really be told to read and write before they try and make an impression.

Scroblene said...

Merms,

I definitely forgot the time between closing and the next morning, every Thursday after a regular extended visit to The Scarsdale Tavern in the late sixties...

Scroblene said...

Elecs, got it in one, big van that...how many mattresses?

Scroblene said...

Tuscs, at that time, the Reigate Sweet Futures Exchange was at a peak - you were clearly approaching adulthood far too early...

Scroblene said...

Trubes ; thanks for that, a lot of thinking going on at Chez Trube no doubt.

Hope the girls are OK too.

Scroblene said...

Blues, The hulk stayed there for months afterwards.

It really was a sad time down here, but seems impossible now.

Daisy said...

scroblene i am terribly sorry didn't catch your post till today...just email me the addy you use to blog and i will add it...my addy is daisy_lou_whoooo@yahoo.com

again i am very sorry...things have been going pretty rough as of late...