Things i don't miss-Having to speak to a girl on the landline while my old man stared at me, going on about the cost of the call, and him hearing what i was saying. Tapping his watch, the old bastard
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Don’t get me wrong I love it that I can watch away midweeks live on various outlets. You can follow the games as things happen in loads of places. But getting home tonight got me thinking about the old broadsheet Echo. You’d listened to the game on the wireless last night (or usually just the second half), you’d read a small snippet about the game in that morning’s Daily Mirror, the main football stories were the European Cup matches.
The report in the big Echo was something to look forward to, I read it and read it again after a big away win, once when having my tea, then again later. Practically memorising Peter Corrigan’s or Peter Jackson’s words.
As I said, I do love news and sports at your fingertips but I am glad I lived in the evening Echo years, it was an institution in our house.
Things i don't miss-Having to speak to a girl on the landline while my old man stared at me, going on about the cost of the call, and him hearing what i was saying. Tapping his watch, the old bastard
i miss being able to do an old fart
How the f*ck did you railroad my innocent Echo reminisces?
Weird, they were always Battery operated, weren't they? Used to love that humming sound and the milk bottles knocking against each other. Lovely when you were tucked up in bed and you didn't have to be up for work. I might put one of those relaxation vids up on Youtube, 8 hrs of Milkfloat
A long long time ago I worked for a Works manager who used to stand by the clock at 6 am waiting for everyone to clock on.
After 5 minutes he’d take any cards left in the rack so if you were late and wanted to,clock on you’d have to go and find him.
Two of his favourite very loud ripostes were “what happened..shit the bed did you “ and “ did you bring the evening echo with you “
A very large chap with whom very very few people ever argued
I miss Dial-a-Disc and particularly the woman on the line saying "that was Rivers of Baby Lon (sic) by Boney M" in a nasal Essex accent.
Going into the local supermarket, picking up a Gayday and asking the assistant if they've got any Ayds?
Well okay, I never actually did that... but I could have.
Peanut Treets
Football Echo
White dog poo
The Empire Pool
Top Rank
County Cinema
Steam Trains
Foghorns in the Bristol Channel
Trolley buses
Hot salted peanuts
Collecting Brooke Bond tea cards
Combes Pasties.
My mother always said, if it was a personal choice between going without food or going without the Echo, she'd choose the former.
She used to read it from cover to cover (even all of the 'Deaths' column).
Of course, the broadsheet version was ideal for rolling up and making them into firelighters by making a kind of knot out of them and putting them on the coal fire.
Also, the Echo broadsheet was the perfect size for placing over the fireplace and "drawing the fire"