From 1987, an ad for Quinnsworth starring Maurice Pratt.
The contents of every 80s Christmas raffle ever.
Oh for a salmon coloured ticket…
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From 1987, an ad for Quinnsworth starring Maurice Pratt.
The contents of every 80s Christmas raffle ever.
Oh for a salmon coloured ticket…
Yellow packs and big boxes of bikkies. Those were the days…
Those choc mallows look tasty.
Everytime I see these ads I’m struck by how expensive everything was. £3.49 for a tub of yellow pack sweets? Seriously. And that’s in punts!
That’s what struck me too, very pricy.
See, we have progressed! :)
There’s another ad where he’s going through toy prices and they’re much the same – horrendously expensive. We really did get ripped off to an unreal degree here in the past (and a slightly less unreal degree now, though).
Haha! Good aul Maurice!
They never did find those girls bodies.
Did anyone else like how his face lights up at the end?
No. Just you.
‘Afternoon tea’ biscuits would have been a major investment. Great how shit costs less now.
£7.75 for a box of biscuits in 1987?!
We all partied.
Biscuits were just for christmas. The rest of the year we were tightening our collective belts.
Think that’s rich. I paid Aer Lingus ir£ 246.86 for a Cork Heathrow return in 86. And that was the very off peak price.
Mind you. You got a fancy looking ticket and a brekkie.
And an air hostess who didn’t have an arse the size of Croke Park.
The equivalent of €9.84 when you can get a box of USA Biscuits in Tesco today for €10.99:
http://www.tesco.ie/groceries/Product/Details/?id=267387455
You can buy approximately 3 times as many boxes of USA biscuits in 2014 vs 1987 for the equivalent percentage of your gross pay.
Tell me again what was so great about the 80’s? Aside from the music and the clothes…
Where is he now?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=29Kxa9MT84o
Great find!
Speaking of Christmas bikkies
I’ve sad news for ye
The chocolate ring with the jelly star from the Jacobs tin is no more
I feel a sense of bereavement.
The jelly star was rank. It had no place on a biscuit.
You obviously got the tin from the gran aunty who won it at the bingo a couple’a years before and kept it in the good sideboard, in case anyone called.
But ended up getting rid when the arse of the tin left a rust stain on the good sideboard.
So your jelly star was now a chalky white soft chew of meh
Sorry to disappoint your Alice Tayloresque scrawlings but no, the tin was fresh and the jelly was manky.
Maurice wasn’t bad looking back in the day, apart from the bad ventriloquist doll wig.
That advert is 1986 not 1987 for Quinnsworth.