old tup Posted April 20, 2011 Share Posted April 20, 2011 As schoolboys in the 50s the only time we played football on grass was on every Friday when a hired double decker transported senior 3 and 4 to Myers Grove Lane playing fields.On my first visit I was changing into my shorts when a mob of my loutish pals jumped me,down went my shorts and a generous blob of Sloans Liniment was applied to my John Thomas.The next 30mins I had it under a cold running water tap,my eyes wouldn,t stop running;ceremony no.1.Number 2 happened a few years later when I started as a vanlad at the Don Bakery,it was very similar,I had been warned by the other lads,I had been there a couple of weeks and I thought I had been forgotten ,no way!.The yard was deserted as I was strolling past a parked breadvan,out of nowhere I was mobbed by lot of workmates,I fought like a trapped rat but there was too many of them.Down came my trousers and pants,this time I was smeared with lemon curd tarts crushed and crumbled,my pants and trousers pulled back up and all patted down nicely.Everyone was laughing their heads off whilst I called them every thing from a camel to a donkey!HAPPY DAYS or what?. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
teddie Posted April 20, 2011 Share Posted April 20, 2011 Oh my god, did you have to catch the bus home? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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