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Post by South-Punk Admin on Apr 22, 2008 21:44:50 GMT
A place to celebrate all things related to The Bungalow in Rayleigh. Pseudonyms can be used to protect the innocent whilst sharing memories, as I'm sure many a tale survives from this punk crucible!
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Post by pspurt on Apr 30, 2008 17:40:11 GMT
Me and the "boys" had so many great times at The Bungalow that its hard to thnk of many specific stories, but one of the earliest things i can remember was when still at school we all bunked off to go for a few hours rehearsing,we had only been going for about an hour when ther was a knock on the window we shouted "who's there"? To which the reply was "it's the police" We then proceeded to sing and play "The Laughing police man". At this point we threw back the curtains to reveal "a policeman", there had been a complaint about the noise.
We then had to try and explain why we weren't at school....Happy days.......
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sue
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Post by sue on Apr 30, 2008 19:58:45 GMT
I seem to remember that there was lots of egg boxes stuck on the walls for soundproofing, but not a lot else eg furniture !
The bungalow belonged to your dad didnt it Paul ?
Is it still standing, does your family still own it ?
Also wasnt there a rather scary dog out the back that used to attack everyone as they were trying to find their way around in the pitch black darkness?
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Post by pspurt on May 1, 2008 12:31:42 GMT
Hello Sue, yes the old place was a little lacking on the furniture front ..
Yes my dad did rent it for many years and we paid him keep (very forgiving landlord).
Unfortunately The Bungalow no longer exists, but didn't you go to the farewell party???
I did own a crazy Alsatian dog (Blazer) who did seem to bite a lot of people.
That has just reminded me of a story.....
I bought a machine for £50 (a lot of money then) that made the electric meter run backwards
we saved a small fortune in bills, until one day a meter inspector turn up out of the blue.
Having no time to remove said device i merrily set the crazy dog on him...
As luck would have it he didn't bite the poor chap, but made him sh*t himself enough to forget about checking the meter......
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Post by robtheyob on May 16, 2008 18:12:27 GMT
you had have been there to understand what it was like words dont do it justice
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Post by filf on May 23, 2008 10:45:36 GMT
the farewell party was a fitting end to the bunge. Other good times were mid-week at the Travellers Joy....a few quite drinks just priming ourselves for the weekend ahead
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Post by janeseymour on Jul 22, 2008 19:43:05 GMT
Hi all
well no one has mentioned the use of certain substances in the above whilst being at the Bungalow so I'd best leave those stories out....So my memories are limited to...hmmm... oh yes making toast on the electric fire!!! trying to cook the pheasant we shot! think we ended up with chinese takeaway as usual....I can remember being rather hyperactive one night and cleaning the bungalow until about 3 am then suddenly asking myself why I was doing it? watching Mark and Dave with their old bikes, I think one was an Indian.....loads more to say not sure how much should be put on the post though... Was a great time anyway!
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Post by rat on Jul 25, 2008 10:39:10 GMT
ah the bunge where my education started...the boys were my mentors an i loved everyone of them an the rest o ya!!!toast on the fire oh yes...me wakin the lads up with shoplifted soup an milk when bunkin off games at school....ralphs intense subbuteo games(green carpet an cat pitch invasions...bloody hell eric an ernie!!that was the cat hooligans ha ha)memorys get no better than those days....rat
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Post by hopkinson on Dec 24, 2009 10:32:23 GMT
Hi Paul, was the bungalow a POW camp during the war? Also I remember Ralph saying the bungalow was haunted by a 4 year old boy. Anyway long time no hear, how are you? Lee
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Post by mickbottom on Jan 18, 2012 20:49:06 GMT
Wasn't there another mad Alsation at the Bunge? I seem to remember it being called Rinty or something similar. One night me and my mate Clive Kemp (two of the Stupidz from Wickford) watched Rinty sniff one of Mark Bristows boots and Rinty then promptly puked in it. Much mirth and hilarity ensued which was aided by some dubious roll ups me and Clive laughed about it for hours and weeks after that.
Many a good night was had and we used to practice with the Spurts in the shed up the way. Found one picture of me and Clive together with some others on the forum in gallery two I am wearing a fetching green tiger stripe t shirt with Clive to my left in white t shirt. Also in the picture is Sherrie who I have now been married to for thirty years (old gits).
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