We used to say:

Dig that music.
Fab!
Who are those cats over there?
I've chucked him!
Going out dancing.
Petting.
Smooching.
Went all the way.

Ha ha! What a lovely thread.

Necking.
He's two timing me.

In the days when we used to send letters -

SWALK

Postman, postman don't go slow, go like Elvis, go man go

Cool it.
Crazy, man!
Hip.
Going to see a film at the flicks.
Ciao, baby! (that was when I chucked him!)

It's all right - it's one of ours...
TTFN
I go... I coom back.
After you, Claude... no ,after You Cecil...
You should use stronger elastic...
Not you Mama, siddown!

Anybody got two ten shilling notes for a pound?

'Are you dancing?'
'Are you asking?'

'Come on snake, let's wriggle.'

Hit parade.
LPs. EPs 45rpm
Do you listen to the Light Programme or the Home Service?

See you in the coffee bar wearing my sloppy Joe!

"I've got the curse"

Far out man!

Picture House.

Round these parts if your underskirt was showing someone would shout 'Charlie's dead'

Sorry, I'm washing my hair on ......

We would say that too Katy or else 'it's raining in Paris'.

Your show's slippin'.....

'Air ye dancin?' - 'Naw, it's just the way I'm stannin' '

'In a while, crocodile'

Keynsham spelled K..E..Y..N..S..H..A..M. Never thought that one day I would live near it.

Oh yes - what was that Keynsham thing now? Was it something to do with winning a prize?

Postman, postman, do not tarry
Take this to the one I'll marry

Can't talk any more - the pips have gone.
Putt more pennies in!
No, there's a queue outside the kiosk and its raining!
Pip pip pip pip

Press button A when the caller answers
press button B to get your money back.

It's snowing down south = your slip is showing.

I've laddered my nylons!

My father: "Why do you need to talk to friends on the phone - you only saw them an hour ago" What on earth would he think nowadays as teenagers are surgically attached to theirs?

Keynsham, wasn't it Horace Batchelor(?) and his football tips, or was it racing? He had adverts on Radio Luxembourg.