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It's a bit of a dreadful admission, but once or twice in the mid seventies I wandered into the newsagents can came back out with comics about freaks in pervert-suits. Two things remain in my head about those things. One is the number and nature of the adverts attempting to persuade small boys to buy boxes of cards (The number and nature of the cards in the box was never specified) which they could sell to other people and thereby claim the sorts of things that appeared to appeal to seventies American boys: X-Ray watches, five-wheeled bicycles or hats with legs.

From this I deduced several things: In America, everyone is taught to sell useless things to everyone else they know from the moment they can walk under their own power. Success is measured in the amount of useless tat you can foist on other people, and you are rewarded with bizarre objects that have a subtext of Manliness (the rubbish version thereof that involves hitting people and shooting things). Women are either chattels or attracted only to men who can kick sand accurately.

The other thing that stuck in my head is 'Grit'. No-one I have spoken to since has any idea about it.

Date: 2005-12-29 12:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jarkman.livejournal.com
Grits are fifty, as I recall.

Date: 2005-12-29 01:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sheepthief.livejournal.com
I do have a piece of grit still embedded in my knee, and I fondly remember Grot. Hmmm, Slime, and Silly Putty. But not Grit.

Date: 2005-12-29 01:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] naturalbornkaos.livejournal.com
I remember they used to sell Grits at my local ice rink, once upon a time.

Possibly around the same time that Watney's Party Seven was still en vogue.

Date: 2005-12-29 01:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hirez.livejournal.com
Selling grit at an ice-rink is the sort of unintentional comedy that's sadly lacking now that we've fallen off the end of history into the land of the post-modern.

Date: 2005-12-29 01:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spride.livejournal.com
Chaps Have Grit. Rotters lack it.

Re: Cads, on the other hand

Date: 2005-12-29 03:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spride.livejournal.com
I'm not sure he's not a bounder. Did TT ever treat a woman badly?

cad |kad|
noun (dated or humorous)
A man who behaves dishonorably, esp. toward a woman : her adulterous cad of a husband.

Re: Cads, on the other hand

Date: 2005-12-29 03:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thunderbox.livejournal.com
As Charles Firbank he was hardly honourable towards Mrs. Ford.

Re: Cads, on the other hand

Date: 2005-12-29 03:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hirez.livejournal.com
[livejournal.com profile] jarkman has a splendid collection of books on gentleman's tailoring. In one of the volumes there are a series of illustrations showing various body-types and how to tailor round them. They may as well be entitled 'The bounder', 'The cad', 'The rum cove', 'The rotter', 'The bad sort', etc.

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