Cant understand these rioters using the deprivation and poverty excuse to go looting . we were so poor when we were kids i remember my mother giving me a button then telling me to go next door and ask the neighbour if she could sow a shirt to it!.
buttons?? you lucky, jammy bastards! YOU had a hard time? I've been here five years. They only hung me the right way up yesterday.
I can remember when I was 12 my mother said to my dad, "Dai I'll have to have money to buy young David somes clothes, He's 12 now and has never seen the outside world" Dad threw 2bob on the table and said "Buy him a cap and let him look out the window" Times were tought.
where I come from if you were just poor you were considered middle class. Mam: I think our boy has finally grown out of Edens discount recycled clothes for children age 2-8yrs. Da: why's that? are his trousers too short? Mam: aye that an he's 36 years old an 6 feet 2
windows you were lucky we had no windows in our cardboard box, we use to poke a hole through with our da's finger........well i think it was his finger anyway..
I can recall one occasion the rent collector doing his usual weekly round collecting the rent when he approached our mam he asked " Hello Doris i'm looking for the rent money " of which my Ma replied as sharp as a razor well you look upstairs and i'll look down and if you find it give us a shout!.
My next door neighbour was a bit posh, she had windows too, mind you the one's the other side also had windows as well, you lot had it good, you try living in a caravan with no windows like i did
My rich cousin was so posh he used to get out of the bath!!!!! to have a piss, and a rumour (still unsubstantiated ) said they had FRUIT in the house when no one was ill, and apparently a bottle of sherry was seen in the house and it wasn't Christmas they even had toilet paper you couldn't read...................how the other half live
i've been hearing about the new telly box that they seem to have all over london (literally). It'll never take off!!
When we were growing up we knew the fixtures of every darts team in the area. The things you will do for a Cheese sandwich and a pickled onion.
one day after foraging for food in the bins my da said we are moving into a house, i was so chuffed and shouted where da!! he said see them two houses on the hill son?.....yes da....well ours is the middle one....