1 & 2 cents was still in use. It was the old good days. Books, records for songs was still in use. Came cassettes tapes, VHS Now we have E-Books, DVD, BLUE-RAY. TV was very big box then. Now we have high defination Digital TV. Iphone . Just about everyone have a mobile phones. Houses was only $25,000. Now $650,000 Nowaday $50 doesnt go very far.
Spanner---Pinball machines were never 20 cents in my neck of the woods (NE US), but I vividly remember when they jumped directly from a dime to a quarter. I was already out of college, but as an aspiring semi-pro player I thought it was the beginning of the end of the world. Looking at how things have gone since then, I may have been a lot closer to right than to wrong. As for thoughts that "the good old days" were over at any one given point in time or another... That's an individual thing and anybody who feels that way is correct (for themselves) with whatever date they choose, but... Don't EVER forget -- you can (almost) ALWAYS cut loose for a day, weekend or week (or however long you can get away with) and create a brief but high-intensity burst of memories that'll qualify as one of the best "good old days" experiences you'll have in an entire lifetime. There may be some payback involved ("Sorry, honey/mommy/whoever, I got stupid that weekend...") but there's little that sincere penitence can't overcome. Just don't get too stupid too often. It can get old and exhaust the patience of parents, spouses, significant others and other "authority figures" if done too frequently.
I would fall into the old category and there are some old things that I value - but for most of it you can shove it. I had holdens and a valiant. I know have a Jetta which does 4.7 lt per 100 km and a Toureag which has heated seats, climate control etc.. You can stick the old chrome guzzlers IMO. You can also shove old typewriters, word processors, slates and whatever - I would rather my iPad and laptop and be able to communicate like this. I also like gps to guide me through strange cities and a mobile to check on a mates arrival at a coffe shop to buy/ sell a bit of silver. I also like my flash dry travel clothes, my digital camera and the ability to carry thousands of hours of music with me. I particularly like being able to park my bum in the wilderness in a beautiful spot and be able to make a quid or pay a bill without having to hurry home. I also like my robotic Lawnmower looking after the place whilst I am away rather than running over wet dogshit myself with an old victa which was a bastard to start. And when I come home, I like the way my heat pump has started and got the house warm, so I can sit down, open a screw top beer or wine and just enjoy getting home to my lovely view. The good old days? You have to be kidding Have a great day all Gazza
" Do you remember the old days..." HELL, do I ever! I can remember American tanks in convoy down the street in Shepparton, and a man digging an air raid shelter there in late 1942, my earliest memory. I can remember during my courting days, missing the last tram and WALKING from Glen iris to Brighton. Beat that! OC
Spannermonkey, $113 a week? When I walked in the door of the Bank on my first day, 13th Jan 1955, it was a payday. At the end of the day the teller handed me an envelope with 16/6 ($1.65) in it. My starting salary was 350 Pounds ($700) A YEAR! I was 'On Probation' for 6 months, and if the Managers report was not up to scratch, out you went. My grandfather paid the 'Security Deposit' of 10 Pounds. OC
I remember nepotism seemed to be far more prevalent, but not in a bad way. Lots of kids first official jobs (i.e. with a proper pay slip etc) were working for their parents for a few hours a week in whatever small business they were running at the time.
Yep washing dishes at my parents restaurant on weekends Holidays were spent working for my uncle's bottling plant or working at the same factory where my mum worked Dragging material & half made clothing around the factory , loading & unloading trucks from the age of 14 ( at the full adult wage for that time ) I bought a VHS player with my first paypacket Second paypacket went on a $600 pushbike a PUCH And when I left school it was $113 as an apprentice panel beater
Ahhh the good old days When an oz of Weed and an oz of Gold cost the same.but the weed was perceived as the better investment for our Futureas our future was no further than the upcoming weekend :lol: Hopefully we will never see Gold drop to parity, otherwise the next oz I purchase after will be for medicinal reasons, to help manage my pain, and perhaps rolled in an EFT
burn outs and doughnuts in a V8 not this drifting shit in a rice racer scrounging tyres for the next doughy fuel shortages and cues at the servo blockies and picking up chicks single with money in my pocket being an Aussie bogan ahh the good old days
British and Australian made cars were still more reliable than Japanese ones. Tuning an engine involved more than just changing the plugs. Electric pianos sounded nothing like the real thing. The average household consumed about 1/3 the electricity it does now. A University degree was a symbol of work and commitment, and meant some actual level of education. Anyone who took money without actually working for it was considered a crook. Sport was actually "sporting" and about learning fairness - who played for money? "Service" meant to "be of service", not "to give a serve to..." You didn't smile at people as a social meme, you smiled because you liked them. Charity was an act of kindness, not a tax consideration.
"British and Australian made cars were still more reliable than Japanese" How did you get British cars and reliable in the one sentence?
What used to amuse me was that many British things that were supposed to be good were complete crap - but some things they made as disposable basically are going to be here for 1000 years - the Seagull outboard comes to mind - designed for pretty much a once only use and throw away - and yet you can't kill the bloody things Had a diesel tray back once - still get the shakes when I think about it
I remember a mechanic in a small town in Victoria refusing to repair a broken down Japanese car - because of the war. Big article in the Herald. I remember Jean Shrimpton on the front page because she went to the Melbourne Cup in a dress that finished above the knee - and WITHOUT GLOVES!!!! Source: Conservatism
How's Hindley St these days? Lots of vacant shops? It was always considered a "red light" street, although very, very tame compared to The Cross in Sydney.
