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what do you class as the good old days, roger?? i tend to think of them being the 70's myself.......i dont think i had a care in the world then! (except how to avoid this kid called david who lived by my nan) ! (memories: all he ever wanted was to give girls "love bites") laughing loads while writing this....
Sex God
No, I dont miss the old days, the current and future days are what I look forward to.
Quote by Calista
When we lived in cardboard box in't middle of road
FOOD?
We dreamed about food
Ooooh there's a comedy skit there somewhere ... my memory just can't recall it .....
Can't remember who did it either. One of the 80s American comics, when Robin Williams was still doing stand-up, may even be one of his skits
anyone know? Quote by Libra-Love
When we lived in cardboard box in't middle of road
FOOD?
We dreamed about food
Ooooh there's a comedy skit there somewhere ... my memory just can't recall it .....
Can't remember who did it either. One of the 80s American comics, when Robin Williams was still doing stand-up, may even be one of his skits
anyone know?It about the only line I can remember, I think it's from monty python
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Sex God
Pythonite here!
The Four Yorkshiremen sketch:
Mike.
The Four Yorkshiremen sketch:
FOUR YORKSHIREMEN SKETCH
========================
(Hawaiian music)
Man#1 (Michael Palin) Aye! Very fussable, eh? Very fussable bit, that? eh?
Man#2 (Graham Chapman): Grand meal, that was, eh?
Others: Yes, wonderful, yes very good..
Man#2: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau le Shlasseler, eh, Guissay?
Man#3 (Terry Jones): Oh, you're right there, Robidaier.
Man#4 (Eric Idle): Who'd 'ave thought, thirty year ago, we'd all be
sitting here drinking Chateau de Shlasseler, eh?
Man#1: Aye, in them days we was glad to have the price of a cup of tea!
Man#2: Aye, a cup of cold tea!
Man#4: Without milk or sugar!
Man#3: Or tea!
Man#1: Aye, in a cracked cup and all!
Man#4: Oh, we never had a cup. We used to have to drink out of a
rolled-up newspaper!
Man#2: Aye, the best we could manage in those days was to suck on a piece
of damp cloth!
Man#3: Aye, but we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
Man#1: Because we were poor! My old dad used to say to me: Money
doesn't buy you happiness!
Man#4: Aye, he was right, I was happier then and I had nothing. We
used to live in this tiny old house with great big holes in the
roof.
Man#2: House! You were lucky to live in a house! We had to all live
in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, half the floor
was missing, and were all huddled together in a corner for
fear of falling!
Man#3: You were lucky to have a room! We used to 'ave to live in a corridor!
Man#1: Oh, we used to DREAM of living in a corridor. It would have
been a palace to us. We used to have to live in an old
water tank in a rubbish pit. We got woke up every morning
by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us!
House! Huh!
Man#4: 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!
Man#2: We were evicted from our hole in the ground. We had to go and
live in a lake!
Man#3: You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty
of us, living in a shoebox in the middle of the road!
Man#1: Cardboard box?
Man#3: Aye!
Man#1: 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 at the 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 with his belt.
(slight pause)
Man#2: 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 damp gravel,
work a twenty-hour day at the mill for tuppence a month, and when
we got home, our dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken
bottle, if we were lucky!
Man#3: Well, of course, we 'ad it tough! We used to have to get up
out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and lick the road clean
with our tongue. We 'ad two bits of cold gravel, and worked a
twenty-four hour day at the mill for six or seventy-four years, and
when we got home, our dad would slash it to us with a bread knife.
Man#4: Right. I had to get up 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 at the mill and pay the mill owner for
permission to come to work, and when we got home, our
mother and father would kill us and dance on our graves
singing Halleluja.
Man#1: Aye, and you try telling young people of today that. And
they won't believe you.
Man#4: Aye, they won't!
Mike.
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Sex God
You're too kind, too kind - just a bit of cut and paste...
Mike.
Mike.
Quote by Sarah1448
No, I dont miss the old days, the current and future days are what I look forward to.
Ah, to be young and innocent again... I used to think life was one big juicy apple just waiting to be peeled. Nobody told me there'd be worms. Why did nobody tell me about the worms? Isn't this one of the things we should be teaching our kids in schools? A valuable life-lession that every young adult needs? Is this what I'm paying my taxes for, for kids not to learn stuff like this in school?
I think it's absolutely criminal. And you know what else is criminal? Packs of pre-cooked meat. They all have these "easy open" film lids where all you have to do is peel off the film, except the film seems to be stuck on with Superglue and won't come off even when you tie it to the car's bumper and rev it up.
And while I'm at it, what's with town planners these days? Why is every estate a labyrinth, and why is visiting anyone more akin to an adventure from Greek mythology than a simple journey? I keep feeling like I should be unwinding some wool behind me, else I'll never get out and I'll be eaten by druggies or minotaurs...
And what about jumpers? Why do wooly jumpers always go bobbly when you wash them? It never used to happen when I was a boy, when the only bobbles were on the top of my hat. And those cute little mittens... why did they have bobbles on? Surely that wasn't a practical addition to the garment? And why do my bedsheets never stay on - why am I always having to pull them back up the bed and straighten them out? And why is my gas bill £94 when my central heating hasn't worked for half the quarter? And why is it always such hard work to clean the bath?
And why's it called the Yellow Pages anyway?
Thanks, I feel better now.
Sex God
Cu3b4II wrote:
Hey, I never realised your nick was meant to be "Cueball", I thought it stood for "See you three before eleven"
Mike.
Cueball realises just how old he actually is
Hey, I never realised your nick was meant to be "Cueball", I thought it stood for "See you three before eleven"
Mike.
Interesting thread. Thanks to Mike for rekindling some fond memories of Python. But, it's made me think too.
I believe that there were never 'Good Old Days', merely 'different days': some things were better, some worse.
I love to wallow in nostalgia, as I suspect we all do; it is a method of transporting ourselves into a environment that our selective memories find comforting, usually the time we associate with our 'generation' and identity. There is nothing wrong in that providing, as with all medicine, the correct dosage is taken.
It is part of the human condition.
Back in 1770 Edmund Burke wrote:
'To complain of the age we live in, to murmur at the present posessors of power, to lament the past, to conceive extravagent hopes of the future,are the common dispositions of the greatest part of mankind'. (Thoughts on the Cause of Present Discontents ;1770).
However, I have known people, as I expect we all have, so emeshed in their perception of the past that their existence in the present was blighted. The only good thing about 'living in the past' was Jethro Tull.
The greatest value in considering the past is, surely, to guide our thinking as to the future. As ever, Shakespeare had it right:
'What's past is prologue' (The Tempest).
So, thinking done, I will have a lie down and remember the days when....
I believe that there were never 'Good Old Days', merely 'different days': some things were better, some worse.
I love to wallow in nostalgia, as I suspect we all do; it is a method of transporting ourselves into a environment that our selective memories find comforting, usually the time we associate with our 'generation' and identity. There is nothing wrong in that providing, as with all medicine, the correct dosage is taken.
It is part of the human condition.
Back in 1770 Edmund Burke wrote:
'To complain of the age we live in, to murmur at the present posessors of power, to lament the past, to conceive extravagent hopes of the future,are the common dispositions of the greatest part of mankind'. (Thoughts on the Cause of Present Discontents ;1770).
However, I have known people, as I expect we all have, so emeshed in their perception of the past that their existence in the present was blighted. The only good thing about 'living in the past' was Jethro Tull.
The greatest value in considering the past is, surely, to guide our thinking as to the future. As ever, Shakespeare had it right:
'What's past is prologue' (The Tempest).
So, thinking done, I will have a lie down and remember the days when....
OF course the 'good old days' (not the TV programme which only one person seems to remember ) were not that good. No washing machines, no electric irons, no heated and plumbed hot water, no electric lights , no central heating, no vacuum cleaners - I could go on and on and on. Today we are so much luckier to have appliances which take the load off our time and make the day-to-day living so much easier.
Heavy industry was killing our menfolk faster than wars could. Manual labour was killing our womenfolk before they got old enough to catch fatal diseases.
Be thankful that you are not working down a mine (sorry Tim
) or at least that joining the army was the only way out of working down a mine, be thankful that you can plug things into the wall and make light work of housework. I wouldn't swap my time here for a time earlier on.
Social change and cultural mores have morphed into our own particular form of 'freedom' - not always for the best but certainly for the better.
:P
) were not that good. No washing machines, no electric irons, no heated and plumbed hot water, no electric lights , no central heating, no vacuum cleaners - I could go on and on and on. Today we are so much luckier to have appliances which take the load off our time and make the day-to-day living so much easier. Heavy industry was killing our menfolk faster than wars could. Manual labour was killing our womenfolk before they got old enough to catch fatal diseases.
Be thankful that you are not working down a mine (sorry Tim
) or at least that joining the army was the only way out of working down a mine, be thankful that you can plug things into the wall and make light work of housework. I wouldn't swap my time here for a time earlier on.Social change and cultural mores have morphed into our own particular form of 'freedom' - not always for the best but certainly for the better.
:P
