johntheclaret wrote:They were tough times.
Well all we had it tough. I used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with me tongue. I had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when i got home, me Dad would slice me in two with a bread knife.
But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.
LUXURY, you were lucky, I wish I had Dad who'd slice me in two with a bread knife......