Ciro_DiMarzio
Winger
Born in 84. Loved the 90s at the time but I wouldn't fancy going back.
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Never went out with out seeing a fight or some sort of aggro happening. Every fucker just was out looking for a windmill. High street and the bars around that way were terrible for it.1990 numbnuts.
A night out was certainly more edgey back then. Guaranteed to see bother on a Friday night out down the town whereas now hardlys ever.
Never went out with out seeing a fight or some sort of aggro happening. Every fucker just was out looking for a windmill. High street and the bars around that way were terrible for it.
Mobile phones have made it easier for the police to catch people windmilling these days.
Kids are absolutely no bother compared to back then .I think that’s mainly due to the rise of gaming /social media which has made them into zombies that you can’t get out their bedrooms .I suppose it’s better than ram raiding and TWOC’ing like kids used to do1990 numbnuts.
A night out was certainly more edgey back then. Guaranteed to see bother on a Friday night out down the town whereas now hardlys ever.
Music was considerably better in the 80s and 90s.
More bother then, but you're more likely to be stabbed now imo.
I remember taking my uncle's bayonet in my bag for show and tell in the 2nd year of the juniors. Not an eyelid was battered.I remember the early nineties craze of collecting car badges. Every fucker turned up to school with a butter knife from their mams kitchen draw with the sole purpose of prising off as many badges as humanly possible over lunch break
1990 numbnuts.
A night out was certainly more edgey back then. Guaranteed to see bother on a Friday night out down the town whereas now hardlys ever.
Hopping over the metal gates at vauxies to get the grolch bottle tops which we then placed on our trainers for some bizarre reason. Happy daysI remember the early nineties craze of collecting car badges. Every fucker turned up to school with a butter knife from their mams kitchen draw with the sole purpose of prising off as many badges as humanly possible over lunch break