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Scollop wrote:I remember as a teenager in the 80's going to the footy and hearing cries of; "Drinks, lollies, peeeeanuts and potaataahhh chips."
The days of sitting in your seat all game and getting some young kid come up close with your hot pie and sauce are a distant memory too.
I remember it as : "Drinks, Lollies, Chocolates, Peanuts and Potato Chips".
And : "Hot Pies, Pasties, Sausage Rolls".......
My brother and I had jobs carry that crap around at Glenferrie Oval and occasionally manning a stall at the MCG ,back of the old Southern Stand.
It was extremely difficult to maneuver oneself and that heavy wire tray full of drinks etc through the packed narrow wings at Glenferrie.
That was in the late 5o's . Also manned a stall at the Billy Graham sell out. I don't remember the year but I do remember we didn't sell anything to those tight arsed holly rollers.
The jam in the jam donuts used to be so, so hot - that it would scauld your tongue and the roof of your mouth.
Then it was delightful to lick your fingers, to get the sugar to stick to your fingers as it all had accumulated in the bottom of the brown paper bag. Yummy, yum!
The doughnut van outside the Junction Oval, used to sell half a dozen doughnuts for 1 shilling during the 1950's. We had to use the pocket money we earnt washing dishes, running message to buy our donuts - worth it though!
loris wrote:The jam in the jam donuts used to be so, so hot - that it would scauld your tongue and the roof of your mouth.
And it would spill out and burn your fingers. On a busy day you could stand and watch the donuts roll out of the machine.....tribal footy and it's simple pleasures. An afternoon of un-homogenised sensory intensity. The cold, the rain, the tribal feeling entering the ground, the 'creative' comments from the crowd.......the smell of the men's toilets behind the members at Moorabbin also comes to mind.
My brother and I had jobs carry that crap around at Glenferrie Oval and occasionally manning a stall at the MCG ,back of the old Southern Stand.
It was extremely difficult to maneuver oneself and that heavy wire tray full of drinks etc through the packed narrow wings at Glenferrie.
That was in the late 5o's . Also manned a stall at the Billy Graham sell out. I don't remember the year but I do remember we didn't sell anything to those tight arsed holly rollers.
I used to feel sorry for those young fellas carrying those things around. Pretty thankless task for I'm guessing bugger all money. It was a harder job at the cricket....as the day wore on and bay 13 became rowdier they were often a soft target for those with a few too many lagers on board.
My brother and I had jobs carry that crap around at Glenferrie Oval and occasionally manning a stall at the MCG ,back of the old Southern Stand.
It was extremely difficult to maneuver oneself and that heavy wire tray full of drinks etc through the packed narrow wings at Glenferrie.
That was in the late 5o's . Also manned a stall at the Billy Graham sell out. I don't remember the year but I do remember we didn't sell anything to those tight arsed holly rollers.
I used to feel sorry for those young fellas carrying those things around. Pretty thankless task for I'm guessing bugger all money. It was a harder job at the cricket....as the day wore on and bay 13 became rowdier they were often a soft target for those with a few too many lagers on board.
I really dont remember, but I seem to recall being paid mainly in coin.
saynta wrote:
My memories go back also to when supporters would carry a blanket stretched out around the boundry and people would throw money.
What the cause was escapes me though.
It was the Cheer Squad. I think many throwing the coins aimed for the people carrying the blanket rather than the blanket though!
HaHa, also remember the blanket being carried around by the cheer squad and everyone pinging coins at the carriers. From memory they has people trailing behind picking up the coins that didn't make the blanket.
No idea what the peanut mans name was, but certainly remember him
loris wrote:The jam in the jam donuts used to be so, so hot - that it would scauld your tongue and the roof of your mouth.
Then it was delightful to lick your fingers, to get the sugar to stick to your fingers as it all had accumulated in the bottom of the brown paper bag. Yummy, yum!
The doughnut van outside the Junction Oval, used to sell half a dozen doughnuts for 1 shilling during the 1950's. We had to use the pocket money we earnt washing dishes, running message to buy our donuts - worth it though!
I remember that guy well. I have a vivid memory of him certainly at the MCG. My Dad used to tell a story about me as a kid. I have always remembered things in years for some reason. So in probably 1966 at the G the peanut bloke came around selling his stuff. I apparently said...'Hey Dad, can we have some peanuts like we did in 1963'? The bloke selling them and people around looked at Dad muttering about how the poor kid hasn't had peanuts since 1963. Miserable bugger.
He loved telling that story, and the fact he still said no!
People would pass the coins to him then he would throw the peanut bag - never missed!
The rest of Australia can wander mask-free, socialise, eat out, no curfews, no zoning, no police rings of steel, no illogical inconsistent rules.
They can even WATCH LIVE FOOTY!
