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Post by Mebyon on May 12, 2004 17:20:04 GMT -5
Ouch! ;D
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Post by HeWhoWatches on May 12, 2004 17:33:20 GMT -5
Reminds me of this:
The 'Four Yorkshiremen' Sketch
The legendary routine by Monty Python's Flying Circus - from "Live at City Centre" and "Live at the Hollywood Bowl"
Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort. "Farewell to Thee" being played in the background on Hawaiian guitar.
Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.
Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine, ay Gessiah?
Terry Gilliam: You're right there Obediah.
Eric Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?
MP: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.
GC: A cup ' COLD tea.
EI: Without milk or sugar.
TG: OR tea!
MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.
EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.
GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness."
EI: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.
GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING!
TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a corridor!
MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.
EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpaulin, but it was a house to US.
GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake!
TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.
MP: Cardboard box?
TG: Aye.
MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
TG: Well we had 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 tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, 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 would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."
MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.
ALL: Nope, nope..
;D
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Post by Calislahn on May 12, 2004 17:36:07 GMT -5
That is exactly what it reminded me of too ;D I almost said it myself, see great minds think alike
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Post by Bravo 1 on May 12, 2004 17:38:10 GMT -5
Ouch... that was mean... ;D Don't worry guys, as long as you can type...you're not too old for us...
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Post by HeWhoWatches on May 12, 2004 17:45:22 GMT -5
I actually think it's great we have a whole range of ages, backgrounds and interests here. It means we have a good balance and lots to talk about.
Really, I'm not being mean. Honest.
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Post by oldie on May 12, 2004 17:47:45 GMT -5
HHW - great sketch that (I loved it as much reading it now as when I first heard it, all them years ago!)
And Cali, thanks for being so tactful as to say we were fighting over who was the "oldest" and not the "most senile"! ;D
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Post by Calislahn on May 12, 2004 17:50:21 GMT -5
I'm pretty sure they were refering to my comment more than yours. I'm sure they know me well enough not to take offense I agree and have said before i like the fact we are all age ranges it's more fun ;D
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Post by Bravo 1 on May 12, 2004 17:52:02 GMT -5
Yeah, I mean what would we do without a stuck-up, 15 year old Romanian-born teenager living in America? ...hope that wasn't too harsh; and anyway, I say YODA is the oldest here...so
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Post by Mebyon on May 12, 2004 17:55:01 GMT -5
Eh? Wassat? You young people mumbling again? Why can't you speak up! Oh I don't know these young bits of kid.................... (Wanders away to get lost again in Helios Keep)
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Post by oldie on May 12, 2004 17:55:15 GMT -5
Well, I don't know - when you get to MY age "its" not necessarily fun, but still being able to wake up in the morning sure is! ;D
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Post by oldie on May 12, 2004 17:58:46 GMT -5
This "conversation" just proves how "narrow" my broad-band is at this time of night - two more getting their 2 drakes' worth in before I can even say "Jack Robinson"!
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Post by Calislahn on May 12, 2004 17:59:13 GMT -5
Well i've never been good at waking up but as far as i know i'm not dead, just not quite alive either ;D
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Post by oldie on May 12, 2004 18:02:45 GMT -5
Ah, but not being quite alive is better than not being alive at all! [Famous last words - I hope that Reaper is still on holiday, or you won't have the pleasure of my posts tomorrow!]
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Post by HeWhoWatches on May 12, 2004 18:08:55 GMT -5
Strangely, I have the opposite problem of not being able to sleep or lie down for long periods of time. Eight hours sleep is about the most I can manage and never during the day.
It may have something to do with the fact I routinely used to get four hours sleep or less a night from age 16-21. Except when I had a lie-in. Then it would be seven hours.
Stress maybe. Or the fact that I don't like dreaming. I have trouble working out what's real or a dream when they're really vivid and I wake up. Puts me in a funny mood for the rest of the morning. Is this a familiar phenomenon to anyone else?
[/Sneaky change of subject]
Edit: You're in luck. On this board I'm the Reaper, and you're not on my list!
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Post by Calislahn on May 12, 2004 18:09:03 GMT -5
I'm afraid he's back, but he's a sweetie really you know
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