My formative years were shit, life is still shit and all the fresh air in the world won't make any fucking difference

Could we get the stuff talked about on the Bogstandard GAA photos transferred over to this thread please? This topic needs its own space

@Rocko

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Unfortunately I never grew up in the 80’s.

Or the 90’s.

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I never grew up . Period .

You said period

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Eeeewwwww

Can you define ‘growing up’ please.

Generally it is decided by the better half .

It’s not fair to put definitions on words. Words can be whatever they want to be.

Grifters, Strikers, Choppers and the bikes with the pedal breaks which made skidding so so easy.

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That’s not how language works, mate…

Those shiny stickers for your BMX

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:grin:

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You’re just stealing jokes from the cycling thread now

I’ve no idea what’s going on today.

Waiting for your favourite tune to come on the radio so u could record it and cursing the DJ when he started talking before the end of the tune.

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This time 30 years ago it is 100% guaranteed that unless it was raining I was playing tennis, in a few weeks I’ll be slapping my arse and jumping over sheets of galvanised and milk crates while taking corners in a slow and roundabout manner,

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@TreatyStones made a great show jumping horse, serious spring on him

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The inevitable row when one lad wanted to be Eddie Macken everyday of the Dublin horse show. You’d always send him first over the sweeping brush as you added an upside down bucket to the gas cylinders to really get the show going.

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Or the cruel trick of making sure the brush or shovel handle was firmly secured by whatever it was resting on so that it wouldn’t give way when it was hit and the person hitting it would get a serious hopper.

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