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 t’ 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 wi’ his belt.
Son, one of these days, this will all be yours!
< gestures at crumbling 1985 tract home in car-dependent community >
Luxury. Some day, you’ll have 13 zoomers living in a shoebox in the middle of the road…
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 t’ 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 wi’ his belt.
We were evicted from our paper bag in a septic tank. We had to go live in a lake!
Sounds like it could be a Dylan Moran bit.
A bit older - it’s from the Monty Python “4 Yorkshiremen” sketch.
Ahhh. Thanks. I love Monty Python but haven’t seen all their work.
Check out the guy with the brand new house!