O/T Threads

[monty_rhodes]

No it's not.

Most of us Madsters seem to have spent our childhoods eating crisps and drinking pop outside pubs. In my case it was because my dad was inside the pub. We were always sworn to secrecy not to mention it to mom!

[sickly_child]

Happy days.

[frogmiller]

Nibbits

I found something similar here.

[monty_rhodes]

Nibbits

I found something similar here.

I can't remember Nibbits but I found a whole thread on a Sheffield forum about peoples' memories of them although one guy said they looked and tasted like yellow polystyrene!

[frogmiller]

I can't remember Nibbits but I found a whole thread on a Sheffield forum about peoples' memories of them although one guy said they looked and tasted like yellow polystyrene!

The taste of them wasn't that good but they came in a massive red bag and it's the memories they bring.

[monty_rhodes]

The taste of them wasn't that good but they came in a massive red bag and it's the memories they bring.

I could say the same about Watney's Red Barrel. It was the beer in my college bar; great memories (actually in truth quite a few not so great) but pretty rank taste.

[CTMilller]

Most of us Madsters seem to have spent our childhoods eating crisps and drinking pop outside pubs. In my case it was because my dad was inside the pub. We were always sworn to secrecy not to mention it to mom!

Too, true, Monty. There are pubs to the east side of Rotherham whose frontages I am intimately familiar with having spent so many Sunday lunchtimes staring at them from the family saloon...the best known being The Sitwell Arms in Whiston. What was it about that post-war generation of parents that they socialised so much in pubs and left their children sitting outside for hours on end?!

Frog's mentioning of the word 'Nibbits' immediately takes me back. The quality control on them was always a bit questionable - every packet contained one or two designed to break your milk teeth - but, overall, they were amazingly tasty!

[monty_rhodes]

Too, true, Monty. There are pubs to the east side of Rotherham whose frontages I am intimately familiar with having spent so many Sunday lunchtimes staring at them from the family saloon...the best known being The Sitwell Arms in Whiston. What was it about that post-war generation of parents that they socialised so much in pubs and left their children sitting outside for hours on end?!

Frog's mentioning of the word 'Nibbits' immediately takes me back. The quality control on them was always a bit questionable - every packet contained one or two designed to break your milk teeth - but, overall, they were amazingly tasty!

It was a different world, CT. My father used to bundle us into the car when he ferried my mother to her night shift as a nurse at Doncaster Gate. Instead of taking us home he would then invariably head to a boozer - I seem to remember fairly frequent visits to one right by the canal I think in Wath - and we would sit in the car for ages. We were then sworn to secrecy and headed for the chippy and finally home. If Tony Hancock was on he'd make sure we were back for that. And of course everybody who had a car seemed to drink (heavily) and drive.

[sota]

Most of us Madsters seem to have spent our childhoods eating crisps and drinking pop outside pubs. In my case it was because my dad was inside the pub. We were always sworn to secrecy not to mention it to mom!

Mom? Oh heck Monty, do you mean Mum or Mam? ;-)

[monty_rhodes]

Mom? Oh heck Monty, do you mean Mum or Mam? ;-)

Actually sota we were always required to called her mother or mater but I didn't want Madsters to think I was too posh!