Michael: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable. 
Graham: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de 
Chassilier, eh Josiah? 
Terry J: You're right there Obediah. 
Eric: Who'd a thought thirty 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. 
Graham: A cup o' COLD tea. 
Eric: Without milk or sugar. 
Terry J: OR tea! 
Michael: In a cracked cup, and all. 
Eric: We never had a cup. We used to have to drink out 
of a rolled up newspaper. 
Graham: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece 
of damp cloth. 
Terry J: 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 
NOTHIN'. We used to live in this tiny old house, with 
greaaaaat big holes in the roof. 
Graham: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used 
to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no 
furniture. Half the floor was missing and we were all 
huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING! 
Terry J: You were lucky to have a ROOM! We used to have 
to live in a corridor! 
Michael: Ohhhh 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!? Hmph. 
Eric: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the 
ground covered by a sheet of tarpolin, it was a house 
to US. 
Graham: We were evicted from our hole in the ground; we 
had to go and live in a lake! 
Terry J: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a 
hundred and fifty of us living in a shoebox in the 
middle of the road. 
Michael: Cardboard box? 
Terry J: Aye. 
Michael: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a 
paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up 
at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust 
of stale bread, go to work down the mill for fourteen 
hours a day week in week out, for sixpence a week. When 
we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his 
belt! 
Graham: Luxury! We used to have to get out of the lake 
at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a 
handful of hot gravel, work twenty hour a day at the 
mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would 
thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were 
LUCKY! 
Terry J: Well of course, we had it tough. We used to 
have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at 
night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had 
half two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours 
a day at the mill for sixpence every four years, and 
when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a 
bread knife. 
Eric: 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." 
Michael: And you try and tell the young people today 
that... and they won't believe ya'. 
All: They won't..