And those lovely knitted nylon sheets in dayglo colours, produced by Brentford Nylons...
Things that time forgot.
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When going to the butchers in the 60s I recall being told by my parents to ask for a "sheep cloth." This was the cloth used to wrap New Zealand lamb meat in transport. We used them for cleaning the floor, even as dish cloths I think (eee we wus reet poor in those days). Was this a unique experience or did others do the same?Pacta sunt servanda !!!
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Originally posted by gurnemanz View PostI remember my mother got me some white nylon shirts to wear to school. They were awful. The word "sweat" comes to mind.[FONT=Comic Sans MS][I][B]Numquam Satis![/B][/I][/FONT]
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Originally posted by Flay View PostWhen going to the butchers in the 60s I recall being told by my parents to ask for a "sheep cloth." This was the cloth used to wrap New Zealand lamb meat in transport. We used them for cleaning the floor, even as dish cloths I think (eee we wus reet poor in those days). Was this a unique experience or did others do the same?
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Originally posted by ferneyhoughgeliebte View PostThe word "thrice". A lovely word, and I prefer it to "three times" as much as I prefer "twice" to "two times" (except when doing multiplication tables). But I get very self-conscious when I use it in conversation, and have to make it sound as if I'm being deliberately Postmodernistically ironic.
"The game is done! I've won, I've won!"
Quoth she, and whistled thrice.
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