Post Message | Show all 10 posts

Posted by Malcolm Westmoreland (2/27/2005)- In them days I had nothin'. We used to live in this tiny old house with great big holes in the roof.

Posted by Obadiah Yeoville (2/27/2005)- House! You were lucky to live in a house! Oh, we used to dream of livin' in a corridor! Would ha' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House? Huh.

Posted by Malcolm Westmoreland (2/27/2005)- Well, when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us.

Posted by Obadiah Yeoville (2/27/2005)- We were evicted from our 'ole in the ground; we 'ad to go and live in a lake.

Posted by Josiah Hawthorne (2/27/2005)- You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty of us living in t' shoebox in t' middle o' road.

Posted by Charlie Illingworth (2/27/2005)- You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.

Posted by Obadiah Yeoville (2/27/2005)- Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!

Posted by Josiah Hawthorne (2/27/2005)- Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife.

Posted by Malcolm Westmoreland (2/27/2005)- Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.

Posted by Charlie Illingworth (2/27/2005)- And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you.