What things can you think of that you don't see any more?

Chocolate cigarettes

any more?

white dog $hit

Timmy Mallet

Adverts telling your beer is good for you

Newcastle winning football games

Loids in the Rink End

People don't write on there hand much anymore.


Also i've noticed people don't knock at your door anymore, mobile phones and internet have stopped that, no one ever calls for you like they did before.

No-one calls for you because youre not a kid & dont play out any more.

Milk bottles & milk floats

Original threads on the Bunker

Just say NO to Cold Callers!

On the point of people knocking on your door you dont see people playing "nicky-knocky nine door" anymore or many Jehovah's witnesses knocking on you door.

Even old friends don't just 'pop' round anymore, no one pops anywhere, always a text first, always a phone call or an email.

All this techno is killing the art of conversation!

Techno, Techno, Techno, Techno

Wouldn't know, I don't post on the Bun...

D'oh!

Snow

Football Hooligans (unless you're playing Leeds)

The bloke who used to come around selling cheap bottles of fizzy pop in the street

That mad old women who used to walk up and down york road all day, kicking off at... well kicking off at thin air, playing on her type writer, and just generally being a mad old women.

She had a proper tight as afro.

Aye Windmill Mike, the bloke who used to run up and down Millbank Road stark naked with a kids toy windmill sticking out his Jap's Eye and shouting: "Make way for Windmill Mike, look what wind power can do."

Obviously he was a man way ahead of his time.

Cornelius and Spender

Did you get the thong I sent you?

I forwarded it to China. Assumed you'd got the addresses mixed up, Cornelius.

It took me ages to peel off, and sorry about the "bits" still stuck to it. It'll probably now end up in some sort of Chinese thong stew-type dish.

pools win a game away.

im sorry am i boring you mr atweasle ??

Yes.

The dance of the flaming arseholes using the footy mail as the flaming article

Can we not just fire to Dickie Watts instead?

Those hoover things in the Middleton Grange Shopping Centre that had people riding on them. They looked like noo-noo out of teletubbies

That bird from Dyke House who used to blow smoke out of her chuff. Jump Jet Fanny, I think her name was.

Ted Welly, wearing his wellies and a raincoat in July.

I'm wearing that thong Mr Atweasle, it's a bit sharp in the crevice though.

My granda always sweeps his path in the winter and washes it out.

And i love tarzies! Going to make one over the burney later.

can anyone remember the SAN SHOE MAN? he is the skinny bloke about 60 with long grey hair. scary as hell always around clavering estate growing up.

But it is a HARTLEPOOL fans message board is it not.

Masses of seagulls wellies wahed up on Seaton Beach along with the odd Richard III and fanny pads

white dog poo

Whad'ya mean you don't see women drinking halfs.

Just off up, to the Travellers (not that one) for a pint of York Constantine (York Brewery) and my Mrs will have a couple of halfs. Mind I'm a cheapskate.

mobile shops, there was a epidemic of them in the mid 80s