tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post1631746613467445422..comments2023-10-10T12:07:58.895+01:00Comments on mugofstrongtea : Killing the first fly of Spring and other uses for newspapers!Phil Lowehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13481531408247859880noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-86812414865910536302012-06-04T21:37:04.499+01:002012-06-04T21:37:04.499+01:00packing away food? that's interesting Joy.packing away food? that's interesting Joy.Phil Lowehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13481531408247859880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-44930858363411359992012-04-23T12:33:12.121+01:002012-04-23T12:33:12.121+01:00I think I was a bit thick as a fourteen year old. ...I think I was a bit thick as a fourteen year old. I used to try and cram the whole Sunday newspaper and the extra mags through, often tiny letterboxes, all in one go. I imagine they came through the other side shredded. There was one house where a very large dog used to wait behind the letterbox and as I pushed the paper through it would tear it from my grasp and chew it bits on the other side of the door.Phil Lowehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13481531408247859880noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-35845455432104203532012-04-23T08:23:13.285+01:002012-04-23T08:23:13.285+01:00We put newspapers to pretty much the same use now....We put newspapers to pretty much the same use now...to swat flies! And we used them for paper boats, party hats, packing take-away food,packets, starting coal fires and such....universal application!Joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09341706502020011897noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4576959142506128840.post-51879142053328653752012-04-22T11:45:18.731+01:002012-04-22T11:45:18.731+01:00We were too poor to afford newspapers when I was a...We were too poor to afford newspapers when I was a lass. (only joking - this is just the silly sort of comment Steve & I make to each other when vying for the title of 'who had the worst childhood'). I remember my Mum putting newspaper on the floor to stop mud going into the house, & making paper toys from them - the sort where you fold up strips of paper then cut out a shape (for me usually a figure) & open it up to reveal a row of connected figures. Then there was the fun of trying to remove the ink from ones fingers.<br /><br />I also had a paper round, when I was 14. I had no problem getting to the paper shop for 6am (unlike today, when I'm always fast asleep then), & loved walking round the street of Sherwood when hardly anyone was around. At first, I used to deliver papers & magazine to Nottingham Prison, which was a mixed blessing. The Prison Govenor's house has a stupid tiny letterbox, & he had the Sunday Times, plus a large dog. It took me ages to squash each supplement of the paper through the letterbox, & most Sunday's I would hear his dog grabbing each one! Delivering to the Prison was fun, as one a month there was a copy of Forum, or Playboy, which I would naturally look through, & then try to look all innocent when the Warder who finally opened the door to take the papers wanted 'my word' that I hadn't looked at the 'dirty' magazines.<br />A fat rolled up newspaper is still the best weapon to squish a juicy fly with.Karenjanehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05759086564626599394noreply@blogger.com