I remember them well

Players weights, 5 for 1/- and then there we Domino's 4 for a tanner, I used to buy a pack with half my dinner money (1/-) and sell then for 3d each with a match at school and still have 6 of chips for lunch, oh those halcyon days of a misspent youth back in the 50s
 
I still have a packet of Woodbines, like in the photo above. They were my Dads who died in 1967 which I found when clearing out my Mams house, there are 4 cigarettes in the packet. I expect the tobacco will be too dry to smoke after 58 years. ;)
 
Does anyone remember number 10s, they where even smaller! Then they changed the tax to make it by the ciggie instead of by the weight and suddenly everyhthing was kingsized!!
 
Train spotting , aged 12, on Doncaster station. 5 Woodbines on the go.
Far enough away from Leeds, not to worry about being found out.
No wonder I'm not a 6 footer !
 
In about 1967 aged 17 I went with a group of fellow scooterists on a two week scooter trip. They were smokers, I wasn't but they persuaded me to have a smoke. To be in with them I did. After two weeks passed I felt as if I fancied a fag. Then I said to myself hang on a minute, I am not going to have my life ruled by these things, dictating to me when I will and when I won't smoke. I didn't have another one and never have since. Probably the best, most intelligent decision I have ever made. Now my similar aged brother who didn't stop has nicotine stains literally running in streams down the walls in his flat, it's really really disgusting. Everything -walls, floors, ceiling, carpets, furniture, bath, toilet, gas boiler, kitchen surfaces and cupboards is covered in sticky nicotine. I don't know how he is still alive. He never stops and his bed sheets have burn holes in them. Several domestic cleaners provided by the social services have given up trying to keep his place respectable so they don't come any more. He lives in the same town as I do, but I don't go round to see him. It's very sad really. He's the only relative I have left, after our younger brother died at the age of 23 from meningitis.
 
I didn't start til after school and was at work, it was the done thing in the tea break, stopped a few times, then met Liz who didn't smoke, she made no effort to stop me but after I'd moved in I just didn't feel the need anymore and cut down and I switched to Herbal, but it burned too hot, I got a cold and stopped and I've not had one since, that was 17 years ago, I did try patches but they just smelled funny.
 
Does anyone remember number 10s, they where even smaller! Then they changed the tax to make it by the ciggie instead of by the weight and suddenly everyhthing was kingsized!!

Yeah Number 10 and Sovereign were the diddy fags back then. I always smoked Number 6 but I'm on rollies these days.
 
Have you got a proper tobacconist near you Rob, give the herbal a try, it's quite tasty.
 
1976 and the corner shop behind the school used to split packs of No10s and sell them to us kids singly.
They did the same in my village.
1 Woodbine and 1 match = 2.5d
1 Players and 1 match =3d

It was nerve wracking on a windy day, you just had one chance at lighting the fag. :ROFLMAO:
 
I didn't start til after school and was at work, it was the done thing in the tea break, stopped a few times, then met Liz who didn't smoke, she made no effort to stop me but after I'd moved in I just didn't feel the need anymore and cut down and I switched to Herbal, but it burned too hot, I got a cold and stopped and I've not had one since, that was 17 years ago, I did try patches but they just smelled funny.
Were the patches not hard to light. :unsure:
 
Oh memories of a No.6 behind the bike sheds at school, especially the variation on the theme if Carolyn was there!
Fortunately from a financial as well as health perspective, it didn’t become a habit
 
In Africa when I was about 6yrs old me and some mates climbed up a water tower and sit on the top and pretend to be grown up. We got some newspaper and crumpled some old tree leaves, made a cigarette and lit it. One cough each and we realised why grown ups were idiots smoking the stuff.
Talking of trees and matches, in 1962 I was on holiday from school and played in the town park. There was a dying / dead tree which had a hollow trunk. I looked up inside it and it was full of spider webs. Always a keen amateur pyrotechnician I lit a match and offered it to the spider webs. They glowed quite nicely, each strand glowed but didn't flame. That was boring so off we went to tease some girls playing skipping. When we got back to the more important matter of the tree some time later, the fire brigade were dousing down the charcoal remains of the tree. That was interesting I thought, and filed the new aquisition of spider webs to my knowledge of inflammable things.
 
At the age of 13, we used to go into our local sweet/tabac shop and buy 5 Park Drive and a book of matches plus a 1/2d chew for 1/- after we had clubbed together our pocket money. Whoever gave the most had the chew! I stopped smoking in 1976. Best thing I every did! (Except, in case she reads this!) marrying my beloved...
 
Whenever I see a No6 fag packet I remember a really funny occurrence back when I was an apprentice.
The 'new boy' fresh out of school was sent on the group shopping trip to the local newsagents, there were about 8 blokes in total so lot's of orders and many orders for rolls, crisps, choc bars and fags. He returned from the trip and everyone was already sat down in the site hut for lunch. He studied his list and duly handed out everyone's items and their change, he got to the last guy who looked baffled and pissed off as his bits and bobs we're handed over... "Where's me fags you tw*t"?
"Well.....you asked for No6 right?"
"Yeeess" replied the big guy looking even more pissed off"
"Well, when I asked you what do you want me to get if they've not got No6 you said just get me anything, so I got you a cheese cob".
 
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