I remember a big square sweet which if you were lucky had a coin in it. They were sold separately out of a jar and you didnt know until you bit into it. My Aunt used to sell them in her shop in Ballyclare
I thought only me and my childhood friends were the only explosive experts in the country, seems like we were all at it , I can't remember how we knew how to put this stuff together,we blew holes in walls, I'd forgotten all this until this thread started
Oh... I know how I knew. Think back... you do too. It seems a stupid notion now but there you go. Never ever want to go back there though. Especially now, it all seems so pointless
Daffysparks it was innocent fun for us in the early sixties, no harm to anyone was intended.
Martin I like the Fordson it just needs a we but if TLC.
My Daughter asked me could I fix it for her. I said of course, a good puff and a lick of paint and your laughing
I like your thinking very optimistic ,good luck and no pressure.
Her daughter aged 10 brought me into a shop in Wexford town one day by the hand to show me a sign.you know the type like you stick on the fridge or the back if the door, She couldn't tell me what it said but pointed it out.it red.
IF GRANDAD CAN'T FIX IT IT'S f**ked.
I very nearly wet myself laughing.
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