Does anyone remember playing Millwall at home in the late 70s? All their fans were wearing white T-shirts on a freezing cold day.
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Does anyone remember playing Millwall at home in the late 70s? All their fans were wearing white T-shirts on a freezing cold day.
I have to fess up to usually driving in a short sleeved shirt , polo or T all the year round.
I hate being too hot in the car and wearing some bulky cumbersome jacket to drive in.
So yes I'll pop out and scrape the ice off without a coat on and I keep a jacket in the boot
in case it is really cold or wet later on when I've parked up.
Back in the 70's I never wore a top coat just a jacket ,shirt and tie for going out in.
The best invention ever is heating / air con systems which can give driver and passenger different
heats.
Normally mine is set to 16c and the wife has hers at 24c. Put an end to too hot / too cold arguments :thumbup:
No, things have moved on (or to be more accurate, not moved at all) since I reported I was going to live in Beddau. After six months of waiting for a management pack, I found out that there were in fact two management companies who were both very quick to charge you for anything and everything (include farting I believe :hehe:) and very slow to carry out basic repairs - the final straw came when I discovered that the house insurance had risen by over 300 per cent in the last five years, so I told them thanks, but no thanks.
i then had an offer accepted for a house in Treorchy which I really liked, only for the surveyor to find Japanese Knotweed in land adjacent to the back garden and now I've just got back from Treherbert where I've been looking at the latest house I've had an offer accepted for. Treherbert is bit further away from Cardiff than I originally planned to go and driving there can be a bugger if you get caught behind a learner driver or a bus like I have been on my last couple of visits, but I like it - I did see plenty of moustaches today though and I didn't see a bloke all of the time I was there.
That actually happened in about 1967 when I was at a game with my Dad and someone spilled tea (in those days it was either scalding or lukewarm down the City - thankfully it was the latter that day) all over my jersey. I took it off, but my Dad did the typical parent thing and said you'll have to take your vest off as well or you'll catch your death of cold and, so there I was topless with no one but my father paying the slightest attention to me. He took his cardigan (which was about five sizes too big for me) off and insisted that I put it on - I got far more attention, and quite a bit of sympathy, from supporters with that cardigan on than I did when I was stripped to the waist.
Bob, were any of those moustachioed women playing banjos?