Does anybody remember going into their Favourite Caramel shop for the first time?
Because i fecking don't and i don't remember seeing one ever.
Because i fecking don't and i don't remember seeing one ever.
Do you remember your Favourite Caramel Shop
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Do you remember your Favourite Caramel Shop
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Irritating advert isn't it. I believe they are a German company. I imagine the advert was made in Germany and an English voiceover put on for us. No-one in the ad company, or the UK distributor has had the sense to query the translation. My guess is they mean "sweet shop". Don't really see how remembering your favourite sweet shop from years ago will be relevant to a new product. Does this contravene any advertising standards I wonder?
Same company got into trouble a while ago when they used a small boy getting sweets from his grandfather. As they are a German company, the boy's grandfather would not have had them when he was a boy as we were at war with Germany.
Any advertising executives like to justify any of this?
Same company got into trouble a while ago when they used a small boy getting sweets from his grandfather. As they are a German company, the boy's grandfather would not have had them when he was a boy as we were at war with Germany.
Any advertising executives like to justify any of this?
My parents ran one in Stretford between 1962 and 1966.
Mind you, they also sold chocolates, sweets, cigarettes, pipes, tobacco, lighters, matches and "fancy goods" as they were called. Sooooo, not really a caramel shop, more a Sweets and Tobacconists.
Next door sold papers, magazines and books. That was called a newsagents.
Further up there was another shop that sold men's clothing. That was called a Gentlemen's Outfitters. It had a great glazed doorway that allowed me to be Harry Worth on the way to work. Don't worry if you're under 50, you're too young
On the opposite side of the road was a shop that sold toys. It was a.....oh you get the idea.
The point I'm making is that it irritates the hell out of me as well, as I'm certain there was no such thing. Shops were definitely more specialised than they are now, but they weren't that bl**dy specialised. Yes, the gents outfitters didn't sell shoes, but they did do everything else: suits, trousers, socks, underwear, shirts, ties and hats. Tasteful Trilby anyone? Nearly forgot press studs and collar studs, but they were on their way out.
I'm with dave on this, as it doesn't half wind me up, and bill, come on, the Grandfather was probably an member of the Home Guard who took them off a downed German airman. Either that or he was a Nazi spy or 5th Columnist. Or he was really a Bosch.
We'll have to ask him who he fancies for The Cup then, Warrington or Wolverhampton Wanderers. That ought to flush the blighter out.
Mind you, they also sold chocolates, sweets, cigarettes, pipes, tobacco, lighters, matches and "fancy goods" as they were called. Sooooo, not really a caramel shop, more a Sweets and Tobacconists.
Next door sold papers, magazines and books. That was called a newsagents.
Further up there was another shop that sold men's clothing. That was called a Gentlemen's Outfitters. It had a great glazed doorway that allowed me to be Harry Worth on the way to work. Don't worry if you're under 50, you're too young
On the opposite side of the road was a shop that sold toys. It was a.....oh you get the idea.
The point I'm making is that it irritates the hell out of me as well, as I'm certain there was no such thing. Shops were definitely more specialised than they are now, but they weren't that bl**dy specialised. Yes, the gents outfitters didn't sell shoes, but they did do everything else: suits, trousers, socks, underwear, shirts, ties and hats. Tasteful Trilby anyone? Nearly forgot press studs and collar studs, but they were on their way out.
I'm with dave on this, as it doesn't half wind me up, and bill, come on, the Grandfather was probably an member of the Home Guard who took them off a downed German airman. Either that or he was a Nazi spy or 5th Columnist. Or he was really a Bosch.
We'll have to ask him who he fancies for The Cup then, Warrington or Wolverhampton Wanderers. That ought to flush the blighter out.
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i did it and i'm under 50 just
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I used to love doing the "Harry Worth".
I seem to remember that the opening sequence where he did that was the best bit!
I seem to remember that the opening sequence where he did that was the best bit!
My parents ran one in Stretford between 1962 and 1966.
.....to be Harry Worth on the way to work.....
A'h, agent Beard. Your cover is blown! It's all been a big lie from start to finish. You are not really a middle-aged Northern gentleman of the constabulary variety.
So what are you?
Do you expect me to talk, Poorfeld?
-struggles against handcuffs & looks around anxiously-
A large oriental man stares inscrutably at The struggling Beard before lumbering threateningly towards him. The Beard knew instinctively how to deal with bullies like him and leapt into action.......
"Poorfeld!! Poorfeld!! POORFEEEEELD!!! Alright I'll tell you what you want to know. Poorfeld, POORFELD!! OK I'll give you the combination to Fort Knox. If you'd like to steal a few US and Soviet satellites and bring about World War 3 I can help you there as well..... Hello? Is there anybody there? Yoo-hoo.....er....."
A large oriental man stares inscrutably at The struggling Beard before lumbering threateningly towards him. The Beard knew instinctively how to deal with bullies like him and leapt into action.......
"Poorfeld!! Poorfeld!! POORFEEEEELD!!! Alright I'll tell you what you want to know. Poorfeld, POORFELD!! OK I'll give you the combination to Fort Knox. If you'd like to steal a few US and Soviet satellites and bring about World War 3 I can help you there as well..... Hello? Is there anybody there? Yoo-hoo.....er....."
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As a junior in London, I remember doing the books for 'Harry Worth', real name Harry Illingsworth - his pad used to be called Arisden
I didn't know that. We didn't do personalities when I was at school, we just had William the Conquerer, Hitler, Chambelain, and Churchill.
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Ah, wrong type of junior - I meant junior accountant, not junior infant
D'oh! :doh:
That'll teach me to read things properly, so a double D'oh then
That'll teach me to read things properly, so a double D'oh then
Ah, wrong type of junior - I meant junior accountant, not junior infant
That made my day! ( a bit late I know)
Your school must have been more modern than mine Beard.
All I remember is William the Conqueror and King Alfred and his bloody burnt cakes.
I also for some reason remember Queen Caroline - Consort of King George IV.
She was a big sponsor of the composer George Frederic Handel and really set him on his way. I got a detention for writing:
"Queen Caroline was responsible for starting Handel".
(you have to be a certain age to get the "joke")
I thought it was funny, but the teacher thought it was puerile.
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we never did ww2 stuff but it wasnt really history back then.
history teacher was a nutter though no one crossed him, he would write a load of stuff on black board and we had to copy it word for word, home work was learn it off by heart before next lesson, next lesson we had to write it all out again from memory no one dared not learn it. i cant remember any of it now though :shrug:
history teacher was a nutter though no one crossed him, he would write a load of stuff on black board and we had to copy it word for word, home work was learn it off by heart before next lesson, next lesson we had to write it all out again from memory no one dared not learn it. i cant remember any of it now though :shrug:
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There's a statue of Alfred in Wantage (Oxfordshire) town centre. Apparently the face looks very like the person who was mayor at the time the statue was commissioned.
Should have got at least a silver star.
I can still remember physics stuff that I learned like that, because your daren't not learn it by heart!
