WHATS THE LEAST

Different world eh.:evil:
The job i had before that cash in hand for 4 years was a saturday type job,6 hours a week brilliant pay that was i used to get £1.50 an hour when i finished there, i cant remember what it started on, i ummed and ahhed whether to stay there doing 6 hours or take the less wage with possibility of more hours, couldnt do both as both required saturday working, i chose the proper payrolled job which was the £1.03 an hour, was before the minimum wage. I guess cost of living was alot less here then though, alot more so than nowadays, we are slowly catching up with the cost of living but not the wages :x

my history teacher told us once (many moons ago) that in college he and his mates would go to the shops (in the good old days when they’d give out food samples) fill up on those and have their money for beer and smokes – top idea.

the least ive had in my house was flour and eggs, we lived on pancakes for a week. Beans on toast was like a bloody sunday roast when we evendualty got some money.

A loaf of bread, butter and tomato ketchup…toast for breakfast, tomato ketchup sarnies for lunch and supper…then after a few days I found a fiver in a coat pocket and we added half a pound of sausages, half a dozen eggs and a couple of cans of baked beans and thought we were rich!

@momentaryloss wrote:

When I were a lad, we used to gnaw on an old bit of rusty metal and drink some bin juice before our step father beat us to sleep with a supermarket trolley handle.

We got up before we went bed, did a 22 hour paper round then paid the boss for the privilege of looking for gas leaks with a lit match down pit.

We had so little, but somehow we were happier in those days. Now I have a phone, a computer, a working bladder and a new prosthetic, yet I’m miserable as sin.

Ah the good ol days.

Take me back…..

….or take me away. One of the two.

:wink:

ah the good old day eh, just like when i was a young one down t’mill :wink: