I was thinking about how old farts of my vintage often bang on about how everything was better when they were young, compared to today. I don't agree - I think the perception is twisted - it's not the era that was better, it's just that being young, fit, healthy and gorgeous is better than the shell you age into.
However, getting to the point, it also made me think about things that were around in my youth (broadly the 1970s) that don't seem to be a thing anymore. Maybe this will trigger some memories for the older demographic on here.
Starting, obviously, with
Spangles. Packets of square boiled sweets, in different flavours (what the hell flavour was "Old English"?). I say "obviously" because "Do you remember Spangles" became the main material for lots of sub-Peter Kaye style comedians in the late 80s and 90s.
Next up,
Rag Mags. These were a once a year, cheaply produced magazines full of "jokes" of dubious quality, many being sexist, racist or homophobic, pulled together by the Students Union of every uni or tech college across the land. to raise money (presumably for beer) and sold on the High Streets of every town and city by the male students (it was always the males, of course).
In a similar vein, how about books of collected
Rugby Songs. Supposedly staples of the rugby club bar and generally sexist, racist or homophobic. One I distinctly remember started: "The Mayor of Bayswater has got a pretty daughter" and went downhill from there.
Then there was
Ronco products. Cheap, gimmicky inventions, sold via TV adverts. Who could forget the Ronco Buttoneer or the Ronco Record Vacuum? What a time to be alive!!

I doubt young people can imaging a time when there were only two or three TV channels and they closed down at night! And the BBC didn't just stop; they played the
National Anthem at close down.And how about
reusing your beer glass? Nowadays, every pint you buy comes in a fresh glass, usually branded with the name of the beer just poured. Back in the day, your plain glass (dimpled jug for the old boys, straight glass if they had them for the yoof) was refilled 3, 4, 5 times before it was grudgingly replaced. If I only had a pound for every time I've asked "can I have a clean glass please?"
Any memories you'd care to share?