Michael: Ahh.. very passable, this, very passable
Obediah: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier, eh Josiah?
Josiah: You're right there Obediah
Eric: Who'd a thought 30 years ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking chateau de Chassilier?
Michael: Aye. In them days, we'd a'been glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.
Obediah: A cup o' COLD tea.
Eric: Without milk or sugar.
Josiah: OR tea!
Michael: In a cracked cup, and all
Eric: We never had a cup. We used to have to drink it out of a rolled up nespaper.
Obediah: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
Josiah: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
Michael: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me,"Money doesn't buy you happiness."
Eric: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHING'. We used to live in this tiny old house, with greaaaaaaaaaaaat bit holes in the roof.
Obediah: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in on room, all 26 of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing and we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING!
Josiah: You were lucky to have a ROOM! WE used to have to live in a corridor!
Michael: Ooohhhh! 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?! Hmmph.
Eric: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered by a sheet of tarpaulin, it was a house to US.
Obediah: We were evicted from OUR hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake!
Josiah: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a 150 of us living in a shoebox in the middle of the road.
Michael: Cardboard box?!
Josiah: Aye
Michael: You were lucky. We lived for 3 months in a rolled up newspaper in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at 6 in the morning, clean the nespaper, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down the mill for 14 hours a day week in week out, for sixpence a week. When we got home, our Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
Obediah: Luxury! We used to have to get out of the lake at 6 in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, work 20 hours a day at the mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
Josiah: Well of course, we had it tough. We used to have to get up our of the shoebox at 12 o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had to eat half 2 bits of cold gravel, worked 24 hours a day at the mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in 2 with a bread knife.
Eric: Right. I had to get up in the morning at 10 o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of cold poson, work 29 hours a day down mill, and pay the 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."
Michael: And you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'
All: They won't...
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