The Poolie Bunker

Remember back in the 70s when Gypsy women knocked on houses around town selling flowers & telling fortunes. My mother said she had to buy flowers from them otherwise they would curse the house. Back then people where terrified of turning them away. One particular day my mam was out shopping and dad answered the door and said no thank you and closed it. The woman knocked again and he answered, she started shouting and cursing him and said she would lift the curse it he apologised and bought flowers. He told her to foook off and never come back to this house ever again or he would destroy every single flower in her stupid basket. They used to come to our street every month but for some reason never did come back to our house.

never seen that religeous lot coming around flogging The Watchtower anymore. Where they mormons or jehovas witnesses as they were all the same to me. remember my ma setting the dog on em because they pissed her off.

I thought they were Romain gypsies

If the Jehovah’s burglars come around, don‘t tell them to feck off, they expect that, …smile at them and offer to invite them in for refreshments then say you would like to have some of their booklets and discuss their religion…..buggers them up completely, it disorientates them and they shuffle off chuntering. Job done.

Apparently you can get Jehovah’s Advent calendars, every door you open has a little sign saying ‘Feck Off!’.

Them little books featuring pictures of starving kids from around the world that some twat was always selling at school - allegedly for charity.

"Sunny Smiles" if my memory serves.

Quite why the Biafran sprog was grinning like a wanking Jap despite being on fewer calories than Lena Zavarone always puzzled me.

Those electric milk floats

I reckon those silent twats in their electric cars should have had speakers fitted that give out the sound of a milk float with tinkling bottles when they drive.

I reckon those silent twats in their electric cars should have had speakers fitted that give out the sound of a milk float with tinkling bottles when they drive.

Pools having a manager that lasted a WHOLE season!

or have their favourite jingle played out like the ice cream vans. thats after they make a minimum of 10 sorties through the town and stick 10 heads of pedestrians on the side of their bonnets like spitfire pilots in the war.

They’re deadly in supermarket car parks as you never hear the smug buggers coming.

Ringtones tea delivered. Gran used to collect the stamps

Charity envelopes- that the Vicars wife in our street, would drop off one week and then collect the next. Whenever she turned up to collect my Dad would be scrambling around for a hand full of coppers- before sealing the envelope!

It’s not Charity Envelope now it’s plastic bags for every charity under the sun, I think most are used as garbage bags.

" And they smash them all to bits " Smash potato advert with those metal aliens.

The Black Magic chocolate adverts than ran for years and years. The James Bond type bloke in black that dropped from helicopters and such like just to leave a secret box of chocolates Despite the hundreds and hundreds of boxes he left her he got no closer to the real box.

If they made this advert today could you still call the chocolates Black Magic, would both actors be white ?

The Black Magic chocolate adverts than ran for years and years. The James Bond type bloke in black that dropped from helicopters and such like just to leave a secret box of chocolates Despite the hundreds and hundreds of boxes he left her he got no closer to the real box.

Nice one Leggie

Must have cost the poor bugger a fortune- maybe she had an allergy to dairy and didn't have the heart to tell him, after all that effort- and She was secretly thinking 'Will you fuck off with those chocolates- they give me the shits!' 'refred

Collecting your milk bottles from the step in the snow only to find the birds had pecked into the silver tops.

Couldn’t you afford the Gold Caps
We used to visit my mam’s aunty who had a house on the Town Wall and she always gave you bone China cup of tea with Fussells milf or Puro milk …we there once when she mentioned that my Granda was born on the Town Wall and my younger brother said it sounded dangerous if she fell off….my mother delivered a perfect kidney punch to silence him ….mind she was a Sergeant in the Army.

I was watching Michael Portillo in Prague last night and he was talking to one of the two remaining gas lamp lighters and it reminded me when they used to come round in the 50.s in the time to turn them on and off. Anyone remember or is my imagination

Loved that advert with the Smash robots!

The chocolate adverts of that era where also classics-
Caramel- Bunny Cartoon
Flake - woman in overfilled roll top bath
Terry's Chocolate Orange - Indiana Jones style, being chased by a giant chocolate orange
Turkish Delight (even though I hate them) - woman in the desert with an unfeasibly large sword required to cut a bar of chocolate in two!

The Black Magic chocolate adverts than ran for years and years. The James Bond type bloke in black that dropped from helicopters and such like just to leave a secret box of chocolates Despite the hundreds and hundreds of boxes he left her he got no closer to the real box.

One of my favourites is probably not as well remembered, but is also a classic in my opinion.

The name's Horbut, an' ah'm parched...!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UevSp3gWPLQ

Ringtons still do door to door deliveries just like in the 70s 80s etc

Was shocked yesterday when I drove past a Rington's van in the next street to mine in Kettering - can only assume that he was either on tour or reads the Bunker and was looking for my house!

Ringtons never stopped delivering door to door and still do today.