Awwww the good ol’ days. We could leave the keys in the front door, kids were respectful of their elders and you could go to the cinema (or ‘talkies’ as we called them back then), buy some popcorn and fizzy pop and still have change from 2 shillings to get the Beano comic.
Of course there was still rationing, so we used have to butter our sandwiches with snot and fill them with dust, but after a long bike ride into the countryside with your chums, they were scrummy!
And during the Blitz we wouldn’t let the bombing get us down because it was olden days bombing which meant it was much more fun! We would make a game of it and sing songs, which would show Fritz he wasn’t scaring us! And after the bombing stopped we would help the fire crews by peeing on people on fire to put them out. My, how we would laugh if anyone said, ‘great! Here I am on fire and then you come along and starting peeing on me. Gee thanks!’
We were poor, but give us a piece of string and a stick and we would be happy for days. Not with the string or stick though, we used throw those away. Instead we used beat up blacks, the Irish or homosexuals, because that was allowed back then.
We also knew how to behave like gentlemen, which of course meant censoring any sexual discussion and repressing females and treating them like second class citizens. And if our wives left us unfulfilled as a result, it was accepted that we keep mistresses or frequent prostitutes as long as we did the gentlemanly thing and kept it quiet.
And the disabled and misfortunate were great fun as well. For us anyway, as we found them a great source of amusement and I understand that they were great sports about it. Not that I would know, we don’t allow any join our clubs. Or jews for that matter.
Awwwww the good ol’ days………………………..
Edited by Wafer, 02 February 2005 - 06:19 PM.