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May 2020
10:52pm, 22 May 2020
48,976 posts
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Diogenes
I have special memories of Live Aid. I was travelling back from an ill-advised trip to Devon in a Mk I Ford Cortina estate with No brakes with two blokes named Brett & Colin. We were listening to it on the radio.
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May 2020
10:55pm, 22 May 2020
50,091 posts
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GlennR
Weirdly, I was in Cambridge when watching Live Aid, about 500 metres from where we live now. It’s certainly been a long, strange trip since then.
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May 2020
11:02pm, 22 May 2020
27,695 posts
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macca 53
I don’t remember any family holidays, just a few day trips (Lancashire so Blackpool was our only destination!).
I had my first “away” holiday in 1971 after I’d been working for a year. The glamour of Torquay by an overnight coach. I heard my first ever Scottish accent on that holiday! We went back In 1972 and stayed in a complete dive where the landlord would put extra camp beds into rooms at random!
No more holidays until 1975 when I went to France for three weeks with some guys from work in a clapped out Ford Capri where we camped in an old frame tent!
Worked my way through uni for the next three years and was broke in 79 so next holiday was in 1980 when I had my first flight (Heathrow-Rome) and then had three weeks touring Italy by train and watching England play in the European Championships (riots and tear gas in Turin against Belgium followed by defeat against Italy in Turin).
I got married in 81 and our holiday was our honeymoon (Arran), repeated for our first anniversary in 82.
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May 2020
11:38pm, 22 May 2020
11,582 posts
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Markymarkmark
Having grown up in a holiday destination (on the Isle of Wight) I was probably spoilt for location. We did do family holidays (mostly without my Dad - which was obviously a foretaste of things too come) in a tent, caravan, and finally a converted railway carriage at St Helens (opposite side of Bembridge Harbour) for be several years.
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May 2020
9:29am, 23 May 2020
12,775 posts
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Garfield
No family holidays here...my mother would never have camped, so we had various road trips in the middle of nowhere in Eastern Ontario - including Perth where dad had relatives, Smith's Falls, Jones Falls (all on the Rideau River), Lanark...lots of Scottish names there, and Perth was on the Tay River too!
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May 2020
10:21am, 23 May 2020
1,333 posts
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Dave W
We were a camping family. Went all over. Dunkeld was a regular, but we went to Devon and Dorset as well. Charmouth springs to mind.
Remember a trip to Butlins at Pwllheli. Dad took me on the "Mighty Mouse" ride. Scared me to death.
But closer to home (Leeds) we also went to Sleningford Watermill, just north of Ripon, a lot. Was fantastic back in the 70's. And the summers seemed so much longer and hotter. But is that just a trick of the memory.
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May 2020
11:30am, 23 May 2020
20,529 posts
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Nicholls595
Surprise Surprise, I was playing cricket during Live Aid
We were chasing a modest total and cruising to victory. I was batting at number 9 and wanted to get to the pub as soon as possible, so I started to get changed.
Cue a batting collapse. Had to get changed back and padded up in a mad panic, so didn't bother with my proper boots (with spikes in).
Fast forward 10 minutes. I'm batting with the number 11, only 3 needed to win. I push a single and run, my partner is ball watching and sends me back. Try to turn, slip on my arse, watch the wicket keeper take the bails off from the middle of the pitch in my trainers.
Captain was not happy.
So, forget Freddie or Phil Collins, mention of Live Aid always makes me cringe about batting without spikes.
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May 2020
11:35am, 23 May 2020
5,866 posts
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Eynsham Red
For part of Live Aid I was stuck in a traffic jam/crawl on the A30 over Goss Moor in Cornwall with an upset stomach.
I had to keep pulling over to find somewhere in the gorse to “unload”!
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May 2020
2:50pm, 23 May 2020
11,586 posts
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Markymarkmark
You know, I really have no memory of LiveAid at all! 
Actually, I don't remember many significant events well. I do remember the Apollo 11 moon landing (I was 8!), Hillsborough and 9/11 Twin Towers . A lot of what happened in between is lost to precise memory!
Good job someone else was taking notes, and I have family pictures.
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May 2020
8:21pm, 23 May 2020
1,719 posts
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Fenland Flier
My growing up was in the local ex servicemans and social club. Every weekend on a Saturday and several Sunday's were spent in the dance hall listening and dancing to live music and bingo at 9pm. I learnt to do the St Bernards, Veleta, Waltz, and Gay Gordons. I grew up with 50's, 60's and 70's music with country and western, rock and roll and motown. I can't understand why I became a mobile DJ. My dad worked hard, drank smoked and gambled, we had nothing but didn't go without. I honestly wouldn't have changed my childhood because I knew no different. My wife's family saved hard and had a holiday each year. The first time my wife went to a pub with her dad and family was when he retired at 65 and she was only 16.
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