Funny old sayings that give away (y)our age

I remember getting let out of school early,I was about 6,part of my journey home was getting past a double set of level crossing gates that although controlled by a man with levers,would swing at you and start closing without warning ...think he was a sadistic old s*d...was always terrified I would get trapped and a train would mow me down...still dream about them now sometimes...no 'elf and safety in them days..

I say 'he's not the shinest button in the box'.

I told my children they'd only get a bag of cinders from Father Christmas if they were naughty.....that went way over their heads.

Those smogs around the greater London area tasted awful and made everything so filthy. Even worse if there was frost too - my father and a couple of friends travelled to work together in one car and took it in turns to walk in front of the car with a torch! I also remember him making mixtures he heard about to stop the windscreen freezing over.
At school those of us that had a long journey home were on a list and this list would come round and your name read out with the instruction to go home now! Of course we met up with everyone else living in our area so could walk to the bus station together as that was quicker than using the trolley bus to get there for our various buses home.

Yes, nellie, I remember the Peasoupers. I loved them when I was still at school as they would send us home early, but when I was working in Manchester, the buses and trains stopped and I had to walk miles home!

And do you remember the really thick fog that used to come from the coal fires before the smokeless fuel was used we used to them peasoupers...

And thinking of the Saturday morning pictures,we used to have 6d or 9d seats all the wimpy kids used to upstairs in the circle,and we rowdies all used to go downstairs in 6d seats,but there was a fire exit,one person paid and let the rest in the back fire exit..you just pushed up the bar,then you split the entrance money to buy sweets and chips on the way home,we used to see The perils of Pauline which used to make me feel important,as that is my real name,and all the other kids used to laugh.
Some of the posh rowdies used to go in the circle with the wimps and lob rubbish and missiles at the kids downstairs.
We used to get our money to get in from the R Whites factory by the bomb site in the town by pinching the bottles out the back at taking them to the off licence and getting the 2d deposit back we have a divvy up at the end of the week and that was our money for the flicks.....happy days

Mum would say about someone who she thought was daft,oh they are ha'penny short of a shilling...
Dad would say of someone a bit dodgy," ' E's as bent as a nine bob note"

Anagram, "cossie" is a abreviation quite often used!

vampirequeen I remember stamping our feet at the flicks when we went to the Saturday matinee. This was 'cos we didn't like the 'sloppy' bits, ie we didn't appreciate it when the cowboy hero kissed the woman who'd caused all the trouble in the first place.

Having moved from West Yorkshire to Queensland, sometimes I forget what is old fashioned, what is Yorkshire, and what is different just 'cos it's English.

Anyway, here are some of mine:
set t'table.
Side t'table
mash t'tea
petticoat
knicker elastic
swimming costume (swimmers or here)
Wireless is a problem - so anxious not to get it wrong, I've been known to call the wireless on my computer, radio.
video for DVD
and lots more I can't bring to mind.

How about an "occaisional table" which to me means a small side table of normal height ie (not a low coffee table)

Wha's stealt your scone?

Tha's elevenpence to the bob.

vampire my MIL made a really good lap hotpot.

I completely confused my GS by asking him, when he was down in the dumps, if he'd lost a bob and found a tanner. I still refer to my brother as 'our kid' even though he's now 70! And when someone is anxious that a stain or similar is obvious, I still reassure them with a saying of my dad's: 'A blind man on a galloping horse will never notice that'.

We went 'down the town' and 'up the country'.

I was an ABC minor and when we stamped our feet the whole circle shook. Every week the manager would stop the film, come on stage and tell us all off. Then he would threaten to throw us all out. We would calm down a bit but I wonder how the poor old Royalty ever survived.

Tea mashes it doesn't brew and if it's left too long it stews.

I go into town not into the city centre and if I go to one of the major shopping streets I go on t'road.

Rain siles down...not pour.

Does anyone remember eating lap of lamb. It came on the bones, you picked it up with your fingers and the grease ran down your chin. The only time we were allowed to use our hands to eat at teatime.

My granny - born and bred Dundee working class - used to 'infuse' the tea. i don't know if this usage was prevalent or if she was being 'posh'

Yes! And we had an organ that came up in front of the stage in the cinema and Reginald Dixon would play jolly tunes prior to the film starting. I loved Pathe News...with the crowing cockerel...and how, as ABC Minors, we stamped our feet whenever the villain did something wrong. The back seats were 2/6d and 1/9d along the front row. As ABC Minors, we children got in for a shilling. Now, those were the days...

No ice cream girl either in the interval - remember the Edgar Alan Poe black and white films which were so often the 'B' film.

Films are shown at the pictures and I still miss the shorts and the main feature. Now you just get adverts and the film.

We used to set the table, and side the table and then wash the pots. We dried them with a pot towel not a tea towel.

We used to side the pots. Do you mash tea? Or do you brew it? Not 'train station' absent. Station used to mean trains.

My in-laws, from West Yorkshire, sided the table and washed the pots. Coming from Ayrshire, I needed an interpreter - my ex.

Gaga my nan used to side the table. She was a mill girl from Horwich and had a host of funny sayings which might, or might, not come back to me

Our cookery teacher (in Ayrshire) would tell us to bring an ashet to the next lesson - a big plate, derived from the French assiette. Some joint of lamb (leg?) was known as a gigot which is also a French word.