Well right, when I were a lad we lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
But you know, we were happy in those days, BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you ‘appiness." and 'e was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'.
But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.