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Chuffin young uns don`t know what work is, in my day the shifts were that long we had to get up an hour before we went to bed!

 

They are over fed, when I were a lad we were that skint there were many a time my mother had to take a bone out of her corsets to make a stew. At Christmas we used to have a sheeps head between 24 of us and the butcher used to leave the eyes in to see us through to the new year. In them days when we went into the chip hole we would ask for a penny worth of whale meat with the head left on for the cat.

 

One to a bed! In my day it was 48, and me dad would not let us have a p**s pot under the bed as he reckoned the steam would rust the springs.

 

Bring back the good old days.:mad:

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