Things you don't see anymore…

People whistling/singing in the street.

I do this regularly, especially when it’s raining for some reason. It’s generally met with a look of bemusement which supports your theory of its imminent extinction…

I think the shout was probably more like “EEEYAAAARRRRGGGHHH” as in “Evening Mail”
My local paper-vendor when growing up, actually shouted out “YYELLP”.

The bloke we always used to walk past on Market Street in Manchester had somehow, over the years, compressed the words Evening News into MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRP!!

You don’t see them fella’s doing the rounds of local pubs selling cockles and whelks and cold fish anymore. Also sold Scotch eggs bizarrely.

Hedge Porn

Dried EvoStik in carrier bags used by glue sniffers

Shouty Marxists handing out leaflets

Makes you think, eh?

Free parking within 5 miles of a town center.

Most towns around here are free.

Fresh British frikkin produce in shops. Everything is from Chile or New Zealand or frikkin Pluto these days 👿

The bloke we always used to walk past on Market Street in Manchester had somehow, over the years, compressed the words Evening News into MUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRP!!

The guy on Queen Street in Cardiff selling the Western Mail & Echo would shout “WESTA MOOOOR-COO”

Mongrel dogs with strings of sausages in their mouths being chased down the street by big, fat, ruddy-faced butchers.

Runaways with all their belongings gathered up in a handkerchief at the end of a stick.

Bobbies who bend at the knees whilst saying “‘Allo ‘allo ‘allo”.

Burglars in stripey tops and masks, clambering over garden walls with bags marked “SWAG”.

People with toothache wearing a bandage wrapped right the way around from the jaw to the top of their head.

Postmen, Milkmen and Bus Conductors who wear their hats at a jaunty angle.

Vicars falling off their bicycles after being distracted by a lady with large and lovely breasts.

Escaped convicts prowling the streets in arrow-covered all-in-one suits with ball and chains attached to one leg.

Policemen clipping young boys around the earhole on grounds of insolence.

People slipping on banana skins.

Blokes with rattles at football matches.

Park-keepers and school caretakers in policemen style uniformwho have an inherent hatred of children and anything which might be construed as being fun.

Big fat women and their small skinny husbands at the beach.

Cuts and grazes dressed with 2 plasters in the shape of a cross.

Detectives looking through huge magnifying glasses.

Mongrel dogs with strings of sausages in their mouths being chased down the street by big, fat, ruddy-faced butchers.

Runaways with all their belongings gathered up in a handkerchief at the end of a stick.

Bobbies who bend at the knees whilst saying “‘Allo ‘allo ‘allo”.

Burglars in stripey tops and masks, clambering over garden walls with bags marked “SWAG”.

People with toothache wearing a bandage wrapped right the way around from the jaw to the top of their head.

Postmen, Milkmen and Bus Conductors who wear their hats at a jaunty angle.

Vicars falling off their bicycles after being distracted by a lady with large and lovely breasts.

Escaped convicts prowling the streets in arrow-covered all-in-one suits with ball and chains attached to one leg.

Policemen clipping young boys around the earhole on grounds of insolence.

People slipping on banana skins.

Blokes with rattles at football matches.

Park-keepers and school caretakers in policemen style uniformwho have an inherent hatred of children and anything which might be construed as being fun.

Big fat women and their small skinny husbands at the beach.

Cuts and grazes dressed with 2 plasters in the shape of a cross.

Detectives looking through huge magnifying glasses.

Did you used to live in Beano Town by any chance?

I want to live there.

Worrying how many of the suggestions on this thread are still around the Black Country; Rag and bone men, Hedge Porn, Hells Angels, old crusty cars on drives that will be restored *one day*, men riding around on horse-drawn carts, seafood men in pubs, people who talk like Noddy Holder, regular EDL marches, speed-garage/bassline noise, out of date tax disks.

Got plenty of retro charm to be fair 😀

Regarding hells angels, they have been accountants sincle the early 80’s. This shobba cartoon is 84.

Broken down cars. (not that many anyway)

As above there’s no shortage of Angels or rag’n’bone men in the Black Country. 21st century versions but still around.

There was even a CORTINA on the way to work this morning when was the last time you saw one of those

tourists with a city map, everybody uses google maps (me too) 😛

Borneo Rhino – is official extinct in North Borneo.

Bye bye the gentle one. 🙁

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TV rental shops, and even TV repair shops. Not seen one for years.

I knew someone who had recordings of BR station announcements which he used as a kids party game to see if anyone could work out where the train was actually going to

That reminds me of this:

We‘d go and sit on the balcony at Terminal 3 at Heathrow, directly under one of the speakers as the roof is low. We put the tape machine in our bag with the microphone poking out of the top. We‘d look for a flight that had arrived in the last 40 minutes from somewhere where you‘d expect mental names, then write a letter saying, ‘Could you go and pick up etc. etc. from flight, etc.’ That way, it looked like it‘d been arranged in advance as the flight arrival details were written on the note. We also wore an ID-style badge and carried a mobile so that we looked like taxi drivers. One of us would get the first one read out and then the other did the second. We‘ d pretend to be unable to pronounce it and then hand them the bit of paper with the name written on it. Long winded, but well worth it!

For instance, Makollig Jezvahted and Levdaroum DeBahzted

Source + others.

German cars that had the optional indicator and rear view mirrors fitted,

People who walk and say hello when you say hello to them,

Home watch areas on signs,

Policemen and women who can walk a beat, and not drive a lease car all day,

Singletrack magazine being stocked by morrisons and tesco,

Friday nights in Nottingham, still get the old guy selling dodgy shellfish.

At least you see him walking between pubs. Never see anyone buying.

Rag & bone men.

we still have them come round here, bloody useful.

still get the old guy selling dodgy shellfish

Oh yes, I always remember him coming into my (then)local, and being greeted with the whole bar chanting a loud “SEAFOOD!“.

This was always then followed by one voice (never the same one twice) shouting”got any crabs on yer, cock?” and the whole bar bursting out laughing.

Life were much simpler then.

Mate of mine did that job for a little while back in student days. A fact we remind him of at every opportunity, 25 years later.

Frame pads, toe straps and Zefal pumps.

see if they sold bottled water

Oh how we laughed back in the day at the yuppies with their bottled water, it’ll never catch on 😳

MoreCashThanDash,
the reason nobody buys is he’s a bloody rip-off! £3 for about 7 cockles!

APF

Rusty cars is another one, when we were young all cars had rust on them…..

It came as a standard fitting. Especially on anything made by British Leyland or anything Italian; a mate did car audio fitting in his dad’s hifi shop, and he said that when he had an Alfa or Fiat in, the bodywork was rusty under the paint…
Occasionally see Angels in Bristol, there’s a pub near the big roundabout as you approach Old Market which is very much a biker’s pub, and it’s not unusual to see them or their bikes outside.

Cougar – Moderator
Wow, I bet that sent him completely menthol.

Donkey jackets with the vinyl shoulders.

Duffle Coats with toggle buttons.

Snorkel hood parkas.

Wee men with bandy legs.

Wee wimmin’ with headscarves or clear plastic rain hoods over their rollers.

CB aerials or Garfields on cars.

Apart from Trump you don’t see a good combover any more.

Zefal pumps.

I just binned mine last month. Bought it in 1987.

Zefal pumps? I bought a new one last week. 🙂

Going to shoe shop in Birkenhead in the early 60s that had an X-ray machine to see how your kids shoes fitted their feet.
Cos bad fitting shoes would be the worst thing that could happen…

Hold on djglover,

Big fat women and their small skinny husbands at the beach

Me & Mrs. S were on the beach a couple of weeks ago

The little plastic strip that you hung from your rear bumper that touched the ground and was supposed (I believe ) to stop you getting travel sickness .

In a similar vein, the little reflective bumpers that you could slip onto car doors to stop you damaging the door edges / other cars.

That is the funniest thing I’ve read all month djglover. In tears here.

as a kid I was intrigued by the newspaper sellers in Brum (we didn’t have them in the little market town I lived in). I could never work out which paper they were selling when they all just shouted AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH (imagine a cross between Noddy Holder and a blender full of gravel)

Was that the guy at the bottom of the ramp down from New Street? I thought he shouted MAYYYYYYYYYYYYYHUL

Pubic hair and nipples that pointed downwards.

Indian Summers.

In a similar vein, the little reflective bumpers that you could slip onto car doors to stop you damaging the door edges / other cars.

Au contraire my good man. My father has just purchased a new (to him) Ford Focus and has liberally applied them to every opening. 2 per door in fact.