don't go back down the mine daddy,there's plenty of slack in yer trousers.
Miners children plead...
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Evocative of the good old days when, if you were killed half way through your shift, you'd only get half a day's pay.
Hard but very fair.
You 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.
are 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........
When 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.
@ Gerontius;In your trousers sir,I'm assuming it is 'Nutty Slack'...smokeless.
Good evening to you..
Eee 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 property
we were so poor we had to live in our coalhouse, spent our school holidays in the tin dustbin.
You may have emptied us Ram
Landfill were full of PG Tips and Dr.Whites back then
Happy times indeed
You were lucky...etc.
With 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?
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