the days, the days

Inspired by an exchange on the Lord Coke thread last night.

“oh, the days”, said Mrs O’Grady.

“Yes, indeed, the days, the days” replied Mrs Tilly.

“they weren’t the same, the fellers those days. They were exciting and fun to be with”, said Mrs O’Grady, the knitting needles clacking and echoing around the room.

“yes, indeed, Mrs O’Grady”, replied Mrs Tilly, the keyboard clacking and echoing around the room. “And the sun shone on cyberland, so warm all the time. Not like today. The fellers as of today, they’re interested n one thing only, one thing only”.

“Indeed, indeed, one thing only” typed Mrs O’Grady. “Not like in our day, Mrs Tilly, remember Joe Finnegan, the way he came round the corner with his zip not done up yet and his oobjadoo hanging out for us all to see, my God ho ho, and his cap all of a which-ways”

“Oh, I do, I do, Mrs O’Grady. And little Lizzie Arbuckle, remember her? Glory be! When we was all running to get to see Gone With The Wind, when it opened at the Roxy, you remember, so excited we were , and running running, and Little Lizzie’s knickers broke and she was clutchin’ them. Me Knickers, she cried, me knickers, they’ve gone with the wind. and oh how we laughed, how we laughed, and when Joyce of Norwich peed her knickers from laughing, we all fell around the floor, we did, legs kicking up in a conga of fun”.

“oh, we did, we did, Mrs Tilly. oh, the days, the days. And remember that thin bloke who used to tease you, Mrs Tilly. Oh it went on for day after day, year after year, and you would get so angry, Mrs Tilly, so angry, and the more angry you got, the more he teased you. Oh, how we all laughed and laughed. The days, the days.”

“don’t you mention that little shyte to me, Mrs’ O’Hara, or we shall have a fall out!!”

“Oh, sorry, Mrs Tilly. We all were angry with you about the little bleeder, we really were. The dirty scoundrel!”

“indeed, indeed, Mrs O’Hara, I would happily rip that shyte’s insides out and feed them to the rats!”

“indeed, indeed, Mrs Tilly. but think of the days, Mrs Tilly, think of the days. Not like now, when all the fellers has no fun in them, would never dream of lying on the floor laughing with their legs kicking up in the air like a conga”.

“Indeed, indeed, Mrs O’Hara. Oh, the days”, and they both settled back for a while in their chairs, their fingers at rest for a moment, as a warm feeling of memory and gladness filled the abstract and very strange world of cyberland.