Cold Ale - The Blokes' Thread!

I too went for the seriously thick soles and stacked heels (I looked like Herman Munster's undernourished cousin) up until about 1977, when punk toppled platforms - and then I went for something like this...

http://www.garageland.fi/media/catal...lsea_Boots.jpg

..though in leather rather than suede. I don't take sufficient care of shoes to be trusted with suede.

I was wearing those until...oooh...practically last Thursday.

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Originally Posted by prendrelemick

Me too, I am of the seventies, it was iridescent leather and platform soles for me.

(Does a double-take) You have a remote for the fire!

If we had one of those it would have to be a device that could carry a bucket across the yard, open the coal shed door, shovel coal into bucket, bring it back (wiping it's feet-or wheels,) chuck some on the Rayburn, give the bottom grate a riddle and park up in the corner.

Mrs P is the nearest thing I have to that at the moment. I hope she doesn't go down with man flu.

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I don't know where Mrs Paulclem got the gas fire with remote from. I'd have been happy with a button, particularly since a replacement cost me 70 quid! I was sure I was being ripped off, but what can you do?

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Originally Posted by Paulclem

I mostly wore trainers, but then I wasn't out and about until the late 70's eighties.

Do you chaps feel self conscious about having stuff like colds and not wanting the label of man-flu to be bandied about? I consider myself to be fairly tough, and am insulted when anyone suggests it.

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Same here, referring to "out and about", the chukka boots got me past the platforms.

Just man-up and tell 'em it's "walking Pneumonia" or the consumption and go about your manly duties. They'll back away.

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Originally Posted by prendrelemick

Me too, I am of the seventies, it was iridescent leather and platform soles for me.

(Does a double-take) You have a remote for the fire!

If we had one of those it would have to be a device that could carry a bucket across the yard, open the coal shed door, shovel coal into bucket, bring it back (wiping it's feet-or wheels,) chuck some on the Rayburn, give the bottom grate a riddle and park up in the corner.

Mrs P is the nearest thing I have to that at the moment. I hope she doesn't go down with man flu.

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Haha! Yes; Paul's remote comment caught my eye as well.
Don't forget to have Mrs. P grab a few of those "fire frisbees", while she's at it.

How high were those platforms? I'm picturing you in something like this (pause at 2:32):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UypeE3zTwBs

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Originally Posted by MarkBastable

I too went for the seriously thick soles and stacked heels (I looked like Herman Munster's undernourished cousin) up until about 1977, when punk toppled platforms - and then I went for something like this...

http://www.garageland.fi/media/catal...lsea_Boots.jpg

..though in leather rather than suede. I don't take sufficient care of shoes to be trusted with suede.

I was wearing those until...oooh...practically last Thursday.

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They compliment the face.



Gotta run, I'm missing the second King of the Hill episode.


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Nice platforms!

During the day I was mucking out pigs, but come the night I was a Yorkshire Jason King. Purple suit, flares, waistcoat, big ties, pink shirt and platform shoes. (and Moped naturally) They'd never seen anything like it down at the Dog and Gun.

I still don't understand how those village maidens could resist me.

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Originally Posted by prendrelemick

Nice platforms!

During the day I was mucking out pigs, but come the night I was a Yorkshire Jason King. Purple suit, flares, waistcoat, big ties, pink shirt and platform shoes. (and Moped naturally) They'd never seen anything like it down at the Dog and Gun.

I still don't understand how those village maidens could resist me.

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By the time I came along it was skin tight drainpipes again. I remember buying some flairs from an ex-catalogue shop for a quid or something and taking them in myself. Unfortunatley I ended up with lumps bulging out at the knees. I think my Ma did something to them to save the shame of me being pointed and laughed at on the street.

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Originally Posted by Paulclem

By the time I came along it was skin tight drainpipes again. I remember buying some flairs from an ex-catalogue shop for a quid or something and taking them in myself. Unfortunatley I ended up with lumps bulging out at the knees. I think my Ma did something to them to save the shame of me being pointed and laughed at on the street.

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I remember drainpipe jeans so tight that they cut off the blood supply, leading to the very weird and disconcerting experience of getting pins'n'needles in your dick.

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Originally Posted by MarkBastable

I remember drainpipe jeans so tight that they cut off the blood supply, leading to the very weird and diconcerting experience of getting pins'n'needles in your dick.

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That's put lump in my throat in the same way the jeans did.

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Originally Posted by MarkBastable

I remember drainpipe jeans...

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Well...what's the story on the guitars?
We know your position on hobbies, surely this isn't a collection of yours!

Eh? Axes aren't a hobby Gilliatt - they're a fundamental vitamin as important as food and shelter. Each has subtle nuances in its design and manufacture and the way they make you feel when playing that make them a uniquely individual work of art, like the difference between a Canaletto and a Titian.

Ringo has about twenty guitars, Ozzy Osborne about thirty - and neither of them are renowned for this passionate facet (it's a personal thing).

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Originally Posted by Gilliatt Gurgle

Well...what's the story on the guitars?
We know your position on hobbies, surely this isn't a collection of yours!

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Hobby? Hobby?! Have you taken leave of your senses? Hobby, for Christ's sake?

Were it not so obvious that you are in some way mentally ill, I'd demand satisfaction, sir.

This is looking good.

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Originally Posted by MarkBastable

Hobby? Hobby?! Have you taken leave of your senses? Hobby, for Christ's sake?

Were it not so obvious that you are in some way mentally ill, I'd demand satisfaction, sir.

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Haha...Yes, I left my cents in a pair of jeans at the laundromat, but honestly I thought those were miniatures for Mark's Troll doll collection.
However, my original question still stands. I'm curious.

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Well, they're my guitars. Except there's one missing from the pic because I've just bought this....

http://www.gear4music.com/media/24640/600/preview.jpg

...which, if it were any blacker, would just look like a guitar-shaped hole in the space-time continuum.

Nice collection, so... phallic.

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Well, they're my guitars. Except there's one missing from the pic because I've just bought this....

http://www.gear4music.com/media/24640/600/preview.jpg

...which, if it were any blacker, would just look like a guitar-shaped hole in the space-time continuum.

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What a resonance that would have - a guitar made out of a black hole and strung with the rings of Saturn... though the black hole would suck in any vibrations made by those celestial strings wouldn't it?

I'm sorry, I've just been on the Legalise Cannabis thread.

Anyway I have had to give it up. I used to do it until the small hours perched on my computer chair and gazing intently at the screen. I could only do it when the rest of the family was abed due the frequent jerking and cursing, and I had to give it up because my wrist started swelling up with the effort, causing weakness and pain. Yes - I've given up Quake Online. My keyboard hand - left - was under great strain with the left right/ forward /back movement. I now have more time.