don't go back down the mine daddy,there's plenty of slack in yer trousers.
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IABP
offlineMemberYou know I reckon they are going to miss the mine. They had a nice healthy diet, could watch the football, keep fit, lots of drink, out with their mates, away from the fattest women on earth, no kids, no bills, no cares. Send down a doctor and a dentist and you're set up for life.
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Gerontius
offlineMemberare we talking coal slack or , well, you know - another sort of slack.
the modern trouser has very little slack in it, well mine anyways.
so who remembers coal fires then eh, eh - heaping slack on the back to draw the fire
taking out the ash (chucking it in next doors bin)
proper dustbinmen not Environmental Recycling Engineers
not fucking agas, they don't count, that's a fashion accessory-not a means of staying alive
kids today, they don't know they're........Posted 2 years ago # -
IABP
offlineMemberWhen my dad bought a house, the woman said there's a bunker full of coal so you have to pay for that. My dad said it's ok you can take it with you. Strangely she wasn't keen and left it and my dad roasted his nuts on that very coal.
That's my 'coal left in a bunker story'. We all have one.
Posted 2 years ago # -
ramblesnake
offlineMemberEee bah gum, I remember being locked up in't coal house for days when we were naughty with only t'rats for company. Happy times.
Talking about being a real dustman. First job from school was on the local Council and I did the bins some weeks. That's the proper tin bins you had to go round the back of the house for, lift up and empty onto the street outside.
the bin round was always the most popular job. It was fairly hard work but you'd be finished by lunchtime.
I learnt recently that it was "against health and safety" for our binmen to set foot on anyone's propertyPosted 2 years ago # -
The All New Jeni B
offlineMemberWith effect from (hopefully, fingers crossed) tomorrow, I will once again have a 'proper' coal fire.
Mr B decided last summer (09) to take out our horrible coal effect gas fire, and replace it with a real one, which belched all the smoke back into the room.
After having endured the coldest winter in flippin' decades with only central-heating, which I hate, I positively stamped my dainty little foot and insisted on it being fixed.Now avidly looking forward to having to get up half an hour earlier every day to clean out and relay the fire.
Roast chestnuts anyone?Posted 2 years ago #
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