Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, 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 and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.lol, you Gen Y's and your new fangled digital phones.
OK. Well, lets start at the start. It was hot the day I was born. let me tell you, in those days we had proper heat, not this soft politically correct heat the kids think is tough today, "oooh oooh please, don't burn me, I was born after 1975 and I'm fragile". No sirree!! In the old days we'd line up for hours, wearing three layers of fur at midday in the middle of summer, just to jump into a roaring fire in the middle of the volcano. We knew heat back then, I'm telling you! Anyway, it was just after the war and I was walking to school in three feet of snow with a possum strapped to my head for warmth, with a bush biscuit for lunch and we were thankful if we had some lard spread on it....... where was I? Oh yeah
And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you.



