tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481298417819219839.post8300446477350662638..comments2024-03-28T10:25:19.628+00:00Comments on A K Haart: Peace, potatoes and cocoaA K Haarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05897490979828603179noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481298417819219839.post-1030199921725123482015-03-01T17:32:58.702+00:002015-03-01T17:32:58.702+00:00Sackers - in the fifties a jumping jack jumped int...Sackers - in the fifties a jumping jack jumped into my friend's box of fireworks and ignited the lot.<br /><br />Demetrius - sounds hairy to me too. Cobbled streets presumably.A K Haarthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05897490979828603179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481298417819219839.post-71382507899588491242015-03-01T14:09:56.793+00:002015-03-01T14:09:56.793+00:00Where I lived it was reckoned that far more damage...Where I lived it was reckoned that far more damage was done by bonfires all over the place and in the middle of streets than was ever done by the Luftwaffe.Demetriushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17198549581667363991noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2481298417819219839.post-67856474676812941402015-02-28T17:57:54.943+00:002015-02-28T17:57:54.943+00:00Jumping jacks, I remember them... and "flying...Jumping jacks, I remember them... and "flying saucers", if I recall correctly.Sackersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17284329249862764601noreply@blogger.com