in my day, father would manually seperate us with spoon then use spit and shoelace to ties us back t'gether before making us do sixteen hours in t'pit. all before breakfast I might add.
manually seperated with spoon??? My god, you had it easy,
in my day, father would beat us with a dead pigeon, followed by rape and drowning in bath of dogs vomit then remove limbs and sown back on with elastic bands, putty and some string. Then do 20 hours down t'pit shoveling coal with only our teeth,
In my day, father would wake us at 1 in t'morning with plate of hot coals shoved up our japsy. then mother would beat us with a block of concrete before a quick glassing then a short shift of 25 hours down t'pit, no tools just our gums to remove t'coal. mother had extracted teeth earlier. Then burnt alive and all this before breakfast.
Please don't link me with this complete drivel, seriously. This might be marginally funny to some 16 year old schoolkid or something but as we know the avid readers of this forum prefer something a bit more highbrow..
Meanwhile, looking forward to the first alleycat of the year - I heard Xander might be running the points championship this year?? Please confirm.
In my day, we would be at work before half seven and out on the road before 9. We would cycle around all day delivering and picking up jobs, getting wet, being abused, making money. Not sitting around all day writing shit on MT, or hassling journo's for bit interviews to hopefully be famous one day.
At the end of the day if we had delivered more than 45 jobs, Overdrive would feed us gruel made of pidgeon dung and dazzlers drivel.