Knee high patent boots were " dead mod" as we would say in the early seventies also "gemie" (said with a Glasgow accent) and fab which meant we all wanted a pair. The best kind laced right up the front. I had a pair of purple ones and kept the patent leather shiny by rubbing some lard into them as that's what mum had in her kitchen, slabs of lard (cooking fat) we didn't have vegetable or olive oil in bottles, in fact the only time we used olive oil was when we had sore ears and mum would warm a teaspoon and put some in our ears followed with a little plug of cotton wool.
Back to the knee high boots. They were also called Go Go Boots and some were just like shoes and the leg of the boot was a satin material which clung to the legs, they had been with us from the mid sixties and into the seventies. The models and popstars were wearing them on magazine covers which made us covet them even more.
Klackers or Klick Klacks was a brilliant new game that we all became addicted to. We played with them on our way to school, in school and walked home again still playing with them. Our parent's were driven to distraction with the constant click, click all day long.
Klackers were two acrylic balls on two pieces of string or plastic wire joined at the top, you put your finger through a loop at the top and click clacked the balls together and if you built up enough momentum they would click at the top as well as the bottom.
Then the accidents started happening, knuckles were bruised, wrists were broken, black eyes were had by some and our precious Klackers were banned.
First they were banned at school, then they were banned at home and finally they were removed form sale.
We were all devastated and of course continued to use the set we had without out parents permission, until they saw our bruised knuckles.
The strange thing is there are being sold on Amazon today.
The New Kingo
I think I was about twelve years old when I saw my first supermarket. It was called The Kingco and it was amazing. No more standing in a long queue in the local Dairy waiting for an assistant to serve you. When my mum sent me for the shopping she would write a list of what she needed, I would hand it over the counter to the assistant and she would fill my bag with everything that was listed. I would then have to go to the butchers and the fruit shop and repeat the process.
What thrilled me most about our new supermarket was pushing a trolley, I felt really grown up. The variety of food on display was mind blowing. I had a stammer as a child and shopping in the supermarket took some pressure off me from having to ask for anything, another reason to like it.
The downside was that, Charlotte, Francis and Peter the baker and assistants in the small local dairy who were lovely people always laughing and joking and slipping an extra scone or cake into your bag, eventually had to closed down their shop that had served the area for countless years and make way for progress.