A day in my student life in London….nostalgia week!

I get up at 630am, wash and shave, then walk downstairs to the kitchen, where I stand awhile, pondering about what I should have for breakfast.

Will it be Shredded Wheat, Kelloggs Cornflakes, egg, sausages and bacon, Rice Krispies, or just buttered toast and Marmite? I opt for scrambled egg….it’s easier and filling!

Breakfast over, it’s back upstairs to get dressed….I throw on a pair of corduroy pants and one of my flowery shirts.

I need to get to the bus stop at precisely 730am, which is when the No 207 bus from Uxbridge passes through Ealing in London, on it’s way to Shepherd’s Bush, where I will get off and walk to the Underground station, catching the Circle line train to central London where I study at a local college there. In time, I finish my college studies and enter university to complete a degree in Electronics.

I step out of the house, and meet John the milkman, heading up our garden path with 4 pints of Gold Top full cream milk that we have been using for so many years. His milk float is parked outside our house, and his milk-round boy is sorting out the milk for the next customer. People keep telling us that it’s bad for health, contains too much fat…so we try Green Top instead, but it tastes like water, so we go back to our favorite Gold Top again! John says he will come around on Friday morning for the milk money.

Walking down the pavement, I pass Trevor’s newsagent shop, his newspapers folded and slotted into the metal frame that hangs outside his shop, by the side of the door. Trevor’s shop is always open early from 6am every morning apart from Sunday, when all the shops are closed anyway. But his work starts far earlier than that, as the newspapers are delivered at 430am and then need to be sorted out for the newspaper round boys to deliver, so even though the shop is closed, there is frenetic business going on inside.

I pick up a copy of the Daily Mirror, which has the headlines “Man on the Moon” emblazoned across it in big, black letters….I throw a “tanner” (an English coin worth 6 pennies) into the little wooden box that Trevor has put up underneath the paper rack for customers to leave their money in…my paper costs 5 pennies so I let Trevor keep the extra 1 penny!

I watched the moon landing at our neighbours house as it happened, as we don’t have a TV yet….my parents are radio fanatics and prefer to listen rather than see!

I reach the bus stop and meet Mrs Jones from up the road, waiting to catch the bus to see her daughter, who lives in Acton. “Bootiful day, innit, Jak?” she says and I nod back politely. The bus stop is near the big Woolworth’s store and I see the Staff busy working inside, getting the shelves stocked up before opening time at 9am.

The buses are running a little late today, so I wile away the time looking at the passing traffic…I see Triumph Heralds, Morris Minors, Hillman Minx, Humber Snipe, Ford Anglia, Ford Zephyr, Ford Classic, Austin Morris cars drive past. There are motorcyclists with sidecars attached, too.

Then a horse and cart ride past as well….it’s the local “rag and bone” man ringing his bell and shouting out his need for your scrap iron, and other stuff.

The bus arrives at last, and we let some passengers off first before climbing onto the bus ourselves…it is my favorite bus, the typical London Routemaster red bus you see in adverts, with the back open allowing passengers to get on or off whenever they want, as long as the bus is slow enough.

We ride past Ealing Broadway, with the Underground station on the left, past one of my favorite toy shops, Confiserie Francaise, absolutely chock-full of all the toy cars you’d ever want! Then we pass Ealing Common, with the big field on the right where the circus and fairground arrives in the summer.

We pass through Ealing Common and through to Acton, with the little Doll’s Hospital shop on the right (it sells and repairs toy dolls!), passing into Acton town centre, with Victor Value the first ever supermaket in town on the left, past Acton Town hall and the rest of the shopping area.

The bus arrives at Shepherd’s Bush, I get off and walk to the Underground station for my train to London.

That was a typical day of my student life in London UK in the 1960s……still as fresh as a daisy in my mind even now……!





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12 Responses to A day in my student life in London….nostalgia week!

  1. Oh, I know exactly what you mean by “still as fresh as a daisy in my mind even now”! Lovely nostalgic journey to the past. ๐Ÿ™‚

    • why, thank you, marina!
      you probably remember some of the stuff i mentioned as you say your studies were in england, too, right?

      • I remember the milkman, actually the bell sound as the weird vehicle passes. For some reason I enjoyed getting my milk at my doorstep each morning! For two years, the subway station from which I begun my journey to college was Holland Park [next to Shepherdโ€™s Bush!], then Holborn to get off at either Southgate or Cockfosters, and get the bus to Cat Hill [college], back to Notting Hill Gate [work] and finally home! As I write this, I realize it feels like yesterday!

      • wow! it looks like we inhabited almost the same area!
        mind you, im talking about the mid to late 60s…around 1969….of course things have changed a lot now….the milkman and his vehicle that they called a float was somehow soothing…that low humming noise from the battery operated motor as he went from house to house…and the chink of the glass bottles on the doorstep…..i recall also seeing a “bobby” on almost every street…nobody dared do anything silly in those days!

      • !!! I’ve actually been chased by a “bobby” for photographing homeless people being moved by …other “bobbies”, as I recall as part of a River Thames project. As for the time: late 80’s [I was born the year that man allegedly walked on the moon!]

      • oh, dear, marina…now youve gone and given your age away….LOL!
        yes, maybe the bobby thought you were another journalist or something and may publish his photo moving a load of homeless people in the newspapers!
        i often travel back to the uk as my folks still live there, as well as for work assignments, and the people there are very, very touchy about photos now than they ever were….i was taking some shots of that thing they called the Millennium Dome (non-existent now i think)….and sure enough, a “copper” (they call policemen coppers now in the uk…in the old days it was bobbies…for those of you who dont know!) came over to me and asked me what i thought i was doing!
        i answered back as politely as possible that i was taking shots of the dome…to which he pointed out that didnt i know there were children involved? that really confused me, as i was shooting the building, not people…but he showed me some kids standing where my camera had been pointing…sure enough, there were children there, but in my innocence, i hadnt noticed they were there….he said he’d let me off with a verbal warning, but next time be careful and “please refrain from photographing other people’s children…”! i was left flabbergasted…i wasnt interested in shooting anybody’s children, but he look in the copper’s eye told me he didnt believe a word i was saying….thats life in the uk now anyways!

      • Wow! I had no idea it has come to this! What a brave new world we live in! What’s worse is that however innocent one is they always get a guilty look in situations like that! In my case I suppose I knew I was ‘guilty’ but because there were two of them (the good and the bad) and ‘bad’wanted to burn my film by opening the camera, I pretended to be a tourist, not understanding the language and smiled. To my relief, they let me off!

      • yes, indeed…thats what its like now….things werent helped by 9/11 and the bombings in london….people have become very nervous of strangers…and who can blame them, i suppose….
        here in canada and the US, you can get on a bus or train and add your views to a conversation going on between the passengers and nobody will mind it….do that in england and they wont answer you, but you will get strange looks form people, who will be thinking who is this silly fool interrupting….who asked him to butt in etc!
        damn…you cant even say hello to someone in the park as we do in canada and the US….people always see you with suspicion….anyway, its kinda quaint, innit? LOL

  2. Lottie Nevin says:

    What a fabulous blast from the past! Loved reading this post, thank you! ๐Ÿ˜‰

  3. MartyW47 says:

    Very cool by that time Milkmen were almost non-existent here in the U.S., of course the buses here aren’t (or weren’t) nearly so interesting or colorful for that matter. They speed along and everyone gets on or off at the appointed stops. I’m surprised you weren’t one of those chaps with a Sturmey Archer multi-geared bike… ๐Ÿ˜‰ Did Daleks ever attack the bus while you riding it? ๐Ÿ˜‰

    • HAHA! marty….i had a few laughs reading your response today!
      as you rightly say, the milkman has always been a bit of an institution in england….so much so that a plethora of jokes and innuendos have established themselves in the fabric of english life, mainly due to his daily habit of visiting houses with lone women in them…;)
      and the buses…yes, very colorful…the old Routemaster buses still run in central London, where the tourists love to ride in them, hopping on and off whenever they want….and no, the Daleks never managed to invade any bus i was riding in, but i do recall being terrified of Daleks and Cybermen in Dr Who as a kid!
      the Sturmey Archer gears? i did really have a bike with those on, which got dumped in favor of the Raleigh Chopper cruiser style bike, thats become a collectors item nowadays i hear…great of you to drop in…!

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