All this was fields in them days tho'.
All this was fields in them days tho'.
As long as I've got a face
You've got a place to sit
Where I was, yes.
Out the front door was exactly the same, straight into fields without crossing a road.
It's the same at your manor now, ya posh cunt!
As long as I've got a face
You've got a place to sit
Fair point. It's probly just a throwback to my childhood.
There's still only one road in Croy...
So Les, did yous actually live in lighthouses then?
Last edited by Skweeky; 11-05-2008 at 12:28 AM.
Yes - it was quite pleasant really although when I were but a lad at primary school we lived on an island with no electricity. We had a paraffin fridge.
True story!
I'm off to bed - been following the Merkin election and frightening myself with thoughts that the mad lady is but one heart beat away from the Presidency.
Last edited by Biggles; 11-05-2008 at 12:31 AM.
Cogito cogito ergo cogito sum
I thought Les was 51.
I'm 50.
I remember when my family moved from Philadelphia to a wee tiny village adjacent the Les Cheneaux Islands of Lake Huron here in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.
We had 640 acres of wild; mixed wood and a large lake.
Driveway was about a half mile long, down a large hill.
Quite a bit of Huck Finn; bamboo fishing poles, making slingshots, catching snakes, etc.
I spent quite a bit of time avoiding severe injury; I was something less than cautious.
Lucky to have survived my childhood, really.
"Researchers have already cast much darkness on the subject, and if they continue their investigations, we shall soon know nothing at all about it."
-Mark Twain
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