Not want to sew horse brasses on a plastic jacket!!?

Also meant to ask the question: What reasons did any GNetters have for ending relationships in their teens.

Ha Ha, Flower. If you'd done as he asked, his jacket would have reached his ankles by the time it had finished stretching under the weight of all those horse brasses.

In the days when I smoked the odd ciggie, I had a boyfriend who collected Embassy coupons. I saved them for him in a box. When I ended the relationship he rang the doorbell and asked my father if he could have his coupons back. I already had my bedroom window open and threw them all over him. Half an hour later he was still picking them out of the gutter

Was there ever a fashion for having horse brasses all over your jacket?I'm a bit amazed by this.I think I ended relationships with boys because I was bored [in one case] another was when the boy said he would see me 'inside' the cinema instead of outside [he didn't want to pay for me!] Another became too fixated and needy, not an attractive trait in anyone.One was constantly bragging, so he had to go as well.Another had more arms than an octopus and seeing a film together was more like a wrestling match!

I finished with one boy when I noticed he had hairs growing out of his nose. If he had that at 17 I hate to think what his nose looks like now

Oh and I finished with another boy who was very good looking but I noticed his legs looked too short for his body. Superficial, moi? Don't know what you mean

A few weeks into my relationship with my first boyfriend at university, he asked me to sew the badge on his blazer. I replied 'White thread or brown?' We parted a few days later.

There were too many girls at university in the 1960s acting as substitute mothers to their boyfriends, doing their washing and mending and I had no intention of being one of them.

I went out with a boy for a year when I was 16, and still at school. When I left school and got a job in an architects office, i was surrounded by gorgeous men! Instead of breaking it off with my boyfriend I became less and less available, until he got the hint. Not a nice way to do things, but I was young!

My next boyfriend worked in the same office as me. I saw him every day at work and several times a week, It was so boring (he was so boring) I finished with him after about 4 months and he jumped on his bike and rolled down our drive into a lamp post. Oops.

I met my ex husband at work also. He was hanging from a peg in the corridor of the factory where he was an apprentice His apprentice 'mates' had hung him up, he was only 5' 4".

I discovered my next boyfriend was a mummy's boy when she stood at the door and said, 'What time do you call this?' when I took HIM home.

At 16, I broke up with the first guy I dated when I stayed overnight at his house, and had to share a double bed with his mum (had only just met her that day). I didn't sleep a wink, she was a large lady and the bed dipped in the middle. He was lovely though.

I sometimes think of my first real love, we dated for 7 years from our school days, we got engaged very young and I broke it off when I started working and discovered the big wide world - and all the men in it! I saw him 25 years later at a school reunion and he asked me to dance and told me "You broke my heart".

He adored me for those 7 years, we were very happy. He also tried to track me down via my brother when he (the boyfriend) got divorced about 10 years ago.

What lovely romantic stories.

Far too many and embarrassing to relate, so I will just tell the most embarrassing of all that still leaves me going hot and cold to think of it.

My father came from a lifestyle that believed in girls never just going out with one boy, until they were engaged. He wanted safety in numbers, tennis parties, going out with several boys at once as just friends and so on. That world barely existed by the time I was a teenager and it was very hard to convince him of that - any girl who went out with several boys at once was seen as a trollop and a two-timer by my peers. If he thought I was just seeing one boy I would be gated.

So I had to pick boys from several worlds and take them home to introduce to my father to keep him happy, whilst keeping them apart from my friends and from each other, and one awful day they all met. I was 17 and I left school a bit late one day to find that three had come to meet me and escort me home. 19 year old Philippe from France in his citroen, who I had met on holiday and had rung my mother to see if he could pop over (me in Tun Wells and him with a holiday home in le Touquet so it was easy) and surprise me as he had to leave any day to do his service militaire, 20 year old Grant, with his mini, had an afternoon off from his job as an apprentice mechanic, and 18 year old Mike from the boys' grammar over the road.

I just looked at them all, burst into tears, jumped into Philippe's car and told him to get going fast! I realised that he would be staying with my family, as his parents and mine had become friends. As he had also told me that his parents expected to have a say in who he married I knew he would understand rather better than the others. I can't say he was happy, but we stayed in contact with each other for the next five years, which was more than I could say for the others!

Sounds like DS. He was at boarding school and they used to have dances etc with a nearby girls boarding school. As for some reason all socialising at the girls school was based on age so he was having a mild flirtation with both a girl in, what was then, the 5th form as well separately carrying on with a girl in the 6th form. Came the day the girls school decided to end this year group division and have a joint social with girls from the 5th and 6th forms. DS went AWOL.

Still it was as near as he ever got to being a womaniser. After that he stuck to one girlfriend at a time.at a time!

Wise man...

I am still trying to get my head round why someone would want horse brasses sewn on to a jacket – plastic or otherwise.

And what thread you'd use.

Perhaps he wanted armour. If you had enough horse brasses.....

Cobbler's thread? There'd still be lots of gaps that pointy things could poke through so not much good as armour.

You're right. So much for that theory.

I agree, it's a very odd request.*Flowerofthe west* tell us more about this?

When I have to sew something on that needs strong thread and/or get peculiar sewing requests, I use dental floss. Works like a charm because it is waxed.

He was a very odd boy rosesarered. His brother was a magician but I don't think that had any bearing on it. Not sure really what his idea was. He probably thought that they would look 'cool'

Maybe it was armour jingle I didn't wait around long enough to find out.

Didn't give the thread any though at all either, I was hot shot out of there. I just couldn't envisage myself trotting (excuse the pun) down the road next to a bloke festooned in horse brasses.

I think he was trying to start up a new branch of that well-known society, The Ploughboy's Chapter.

I dumped a boy when he bought blue suede platform shoes. Bear in mind, it was 1973 so his 'new' look was a bit dated, to say the least. It was a shame, he was gorgeous, but he and his boots had to go, they clashed with my black crepe mini and white ruffled blouse and high chunky heels.

Hmmm I once knew a lovely boy - gorgeous looking with waist length hair, he also wore massive striped platform shoes, when he walked along the road I was reminded of something my father used to say. "Here comes his head, his a...e is following". Said when he saw someone walking with his head way forward of his body.