It had about 5 or 6 I think but only 3 channels actually had anything broadcast on them. Strangely we now have 100 channels and theres f all worth watching on any of them
We didn’t have a colour tv until the 80’s as my dad was too tight to buy one and too tight to buy a colour tv licence. Scots heritage for me. In fact my mum had a new washing machine in about 1962 and only replaced it in 1988 as dad had passed on so no one could mend it! It was a Hoover Wash Matic which used a square key thing to select what wash you wanted. Every time it wore out he would file the key and tumblers to make it work. Proper recycling and engineering!
Yeah - we had that conversation. Why teach a dead language rather than one that might be useful in job should they work outside Wales. Arguments for both camps. Could also save a fortune in unnecessary signs.
We lived out in the country and had 2 sometimes 3 channels. My grandparents got cable in the late 70s,I remember watching Benny Hill with Grandpap. He loved it
A duck walks into a pub and orders a pint of beer and a ham sandwich. The barman looks at him and says, "Hang on! You're a duck." "I see your eyes are working," replies the duck. "And you can talk!" Exclaims the barman. "I see your ears are working, too," says the duck. "Now if you don't mind, can I have my beer and my sandwich please?" "Certainly, sorry about that," Says the barman as he pulls the duck's pint. "It's just we don't get many ducks in this pub. What are you doing around this way?" "I'm working on the building site across the road," Explains the duck. "I'm a plasterer." The flabbergasted barman cannot believe the duck and wants to learn more, but takes the hint when the duck pulls out a newspaper from his bag and proceeds to read it. So, the duck reads his paper, drinks his beer, eats his sandwich, bids the barman good day and leaves. The same thing happens for two weeks. Then one day the circus comes to town. The ringmaster comes into the pub for a pint and the barman says to him "You're with the circus, aren't you? Well, I know this duck that could be just brilliant in your circus. He talks, drinks beer, eats sandwiches, reads the newspaper and everything!" "Sounds marvellous," says the ringmaster, handing over his business card. "Get him to give me a call." So the next day when the duck comes into the pub the barman says, "Hey Mr Duck, I reckon I can line you up with a top job, paying really good money." "I'm always looking for the next job," Says the duck. "Where is it?" "At the circus," Says the barman. "The circus?" Repeats the duck. "That's right," Replies the barman. "The circus?" The duck asks again. “With the big tent?" "Yeah," the barman replies. "With all the animals who live in cages, and performers who live in caravans?" says the duck. "Of course," the barman replies. "And the tent has canvas sides and a big canvas roof with a hole in the middle?" persists the duck. "That's right!" says the barman. The duck shakes his head in amazement, and says .. . ...... "What the fuck would they want with a plasterer??!"
I'm just glad I live in Scotland and not the USA, Sandi. Those cartoons look too much like the truth (as I understand it) to be really funny. Our NHS may not be perfect, but it is pretty good, and it has massive public support.
