Day-to-day noises not heard so much anymore.

[Nobody's Rep]

Cylinder lawnmowers that you had to push.
Rag 'n bone men calling out in the street.
The sound of milk bottles being delivered/collected.

Stubborn sash-cord windows being opened and closed.

We still get a weekly rag and bone man and my mum in law still gets milk delivered - both in neath which might explain it 😂

[Nobody's Rep]

Used to love the smell of fresh bread being cooked in the bakers on the way to Severn road school back in the 70s and since when did Severn road fall in pontcanna and not canton

[The Bloop]

BlueTiT proclaiming his love and support of his local council and Welsh government, after having his rubbish collected on the correct day.

[Taunton Blue Genie]

The swish of teachers' canes.

[IanD]

Ding Ding "Hold tight, please"

[Cyclops]

The swish of teachers' canes.

The swish of parent's canes

Marching bands at half-time

Lassies cries, as they sell watercress in the city centre

[TWGL1]

The sound of “crab sticks “ in city centre pubs

[DJ-Q]

Concorde

[sneggyblubird]

All the drunks selling the ECHO first edition in the town centre.

[Rjk]

The sound of the day's second post delivery dropping through your letter box.

with the rise of Amazon and other online retailers, we get half a dozen separate deliveries these days, depending on how much the Mrs has been hammering her account

[Undercoverinwurzelland]

The wobbly music sound of your cassette being chewed up by your tape recorder.

[Armitage Shanks]

Wolf whistling

[splott parker]

‘Cockles, Prawns, any Cockles gents’…… a once a night visit by the Cockle Man or Woman with their big wicker basket in Cardiff pubs.

[splott parker]

Has anyone heard the bell and ‘Last orders please’ and 10 minutes later, ‘Time, gentlemen (never ladies) please’ lately?

[Trigger]

Dial up internet.

[bobh]

Students selling rag mags

[Majorblue]

An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard
Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays

You are Paul Weller and I claim my fiver.

[Robin Friday's Ghost]

As you are B Oddie... loads of Sparrows twittering away in bushes/hedgrows.

Loads in our hedgerow - I call it that rather than hedge as it is the border to the farm next door and has a big variety of vegetation. That might have something to do with the industrial quantities of bird seed and nuts mind.

[SLUDGE FACTORY]

Your gonna get your fecking heads kicked in !

Wafting gently across the bob bank

[RichardM]

Your gonna get your fecking heads kicked in !

Wafting gently across the bob bank

Or "Let him die, let him die, let him die"
Or "You're going home in the back of an ambulance"
Or "Harry Roberts is our friend, he kills coppers".

[SLUDGE FACTORY]

Or "Let him die, let him die, let him die"
Or "You're going home in the back of an ambulance"
Or "Harry Roberts is our friend, he kills coppers".

It's a long way to Cardiff Central

You'll never make the station

[bluesp]

The sound of the Western Mail & Echo presses doing their thing in Thompson House, before it all went to sh!t

[Bobby Dandruff]

You are Paul Weller and I claim my fiver.

I think that everyone got that…..

[splott parker]

It's a long way to Cardiff Central

You'll never make the station

I’m sure you mean Cardiff General, you’re not that young!!!!

[jimmyscoular]

Fog horns sounding in the channel and trains shunting in the sidings yard. All heard when I used to live in Adamsdown

I used to lay in my bed in Llanrumney listening to those foghorns. Sound travels far at night. Also, a hooting owl in the forest.