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

Most of them have disappeared from conscious memory absent, it is just the couple or so who managed to last longer than a week or two. Oh I do sound ? can't think of an appropriate word (all very innocent in those days)

I am amazed that you can all remember past boyfriends and the reasons for giving them the heave-ho. With a very few exceptions, my past boyfriends have all merged into one composite.

I dumped one BF when he tried to pick the putty out of my parents front window when I dumped him... what he intended doing once he had taken the window out I dont know. He still has my collection of LPs never forgave him for that.

Always used to try my christian name with their surname! Not that I wanted to marry any of them when I was that young.

I remember one in particular, a local student. We "went out" for a few months, then I finished with him (can'remember why now). A while later he asked me out to "try again", and treated me to the pictures. On the way home I told him I didn't think it would work out, he shouted "Well, that was a waste of three and ninepence!". So I took 3s 9d out of my purse (in as small change as possible) and threw it into the back of his car. Oh dear, he was a good catch, he had a (very old) car! How foolish I was. But then I wouldn't have met DH.

My boyfriend and I parted because he didn't have a car!! - how shallow is that!! (However I did think he was pretty hot) Life went on.......until last November.....thanks to social networking we made contact again, after 53 years - he sent me a photo only to find that he is the image of my husband now - (even my husband didn't know it was himself!)
Strange or what?

roses - yes it is very odd. Like I said, I was brought up as a strict Catholic but I am no longer a 'believer'. However occasionally that 'coincidence' pops into my head and I begin to wonder........

I once had a BF who played hooker in the middle of the scrum. He used to turn up to take me out on a Saturday night but then fall asleep, slightly concussed, I thought, in front of the fire while I got on with my knitting. No, I did NOT marry that one.

KatyK what a co-incidence!The same name, that really is strange.They say that God works in mysterious ways [his wonders to behold] so you had your prayers answered.

Flickety - so far so good (ish) 44 years on!

...and I trust lived happily ever after!!

I was totally smitten with a boy who lived near me in my teens. We sort of 'went out' for a while. My family were staunch catholics and so I was always taught to say my prayers. Every night I would pray 'please God let me marry (and say his name). Five or so years down the line I married - not him but a man with exactly the same name and it's not a very common name.

I had a boyfriend who played rugby. I let him get on with it. The only time I had to turn up for a match as we were going on to somewhere else from the game, I spent the afternoon sat in the clubhouse reading.

When I was a student, aged about 20, I went out briefly with a rugby-player. I was invited to go and watch him playing for his team at an 'away match'. We sat together on the coach and as we approached our destination he handed me a small tin and asked me to look after it during the match. Being of a nosey disposition I asked him to reveal the contents. Yikes! End of relationship! It contained his dentures! Of course it was probably just a few teeth (I didn't open the tin), replacing some lost in pursuit of his beloved sport... Guess I should be ashamed of myself for being put off by his misfortune, but am afraid I found it a bit weird at that age standing on the touchline, cheering him on and clutching his tin of teeth.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

You're right. So much for that theory.

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

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

And what thread you'd use.

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

Wise man...

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!