From: ees1mw@EE.Surrey.Ac.UK (Mike Willis)
Newsgroups: rec.radio.amateur.misc
Subject: Re: tough life?
Keywords: never
Date: 27 Jul 92 15:24:42 GMT
Organization: University of Surrey, Guildford, UK.

In article <1992Jul24.171524.15119@hemlock.cray.com> andyw@aspen32.cray.com (Andy Warner) writes:
>
>In article <blah>, oo7@ut-emx.uucp (Derek Wills) winges in a heavy Yorkshire accent..:
>> tonyp@convex.com (honey bunny) complains:
>> 
>> >You say you've got it tough?
>> 
>> >When I was a novice, we didn't have telegraph keys;
>> 
>> >We ran A-0 emission, plugged our transmitters into the 
>> >switched wall outlet, and stood by the doorway, toggling
>> >the light switch.
>> 
>> >I tell yah - it was rough!
>> 
>> Light switches?  Looxury, lad, looxury!   We had to get up at 6 a.m. 
>> and carve cats' whiskers out of blocks of galena.  Then our dad would
>> make us grind lumps of graphite to make headphones.  Then we had to
>> operate the treadmill to charge up the batteries.  We really had to
>> shout to make ourselves heard in the next county with those rigs -
>> I was glad when they invented the microphone, I can tell 'ee, lad.
>> Tell that to the young people of today, they just won't believe you.
>
>Eeeeeh, yoo wer lucky. We had to make batteries out of mouldy
>bread, held together with newspaper. Then our mam would make us
>fly 'kite in 'thunderstorm to charge 'em. Our dad made us use the 
>fillings in out teeth as rectifiers.
>
>You try telling the young of today that, they won't believe you.
>-- 
>andyw.	N0REN/G1XRL
>
>andyw@aspen.cray.com	Andy Warner, Cray Research, Inc.	(612) 683-5835


So where did you all get this idea?


Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort.  "Farewell
to Thee" being played in the background on Hawaiian guitar.
 
Michael Palin:  Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.
Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine,
                ay Gessiah?
Terry Gilliam:  You're right there Obediah.
Eric Idle:      Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin'
                here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?
MP: Aye.  In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup
    o' tea.
GC: A cup ' COLD tea.
EI: Without milk or sugar.
TG: OR tea!
MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.
EI: We never used to have a cup.  We used to have to drink out of a
    rolled up newspaper.
GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
MP: Aye.  BECAUSE we were poor.  My old Dad used to say to me, "Money
    doesn't buy you happiness."
EI: 'E was right.  I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'.  We used to
    live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.
GC: House?  You were lucky to have a HOUSE!  We used to live in one
    room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture.  Half the
    floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for
    fear of FALLING!
TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM!  *We* used to have to live in a
    corridor!
MP: 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.
EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered
    by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.
GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and
    live in a lake!
TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE!  There were a hundred and sixty
    of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.
MP: Cardboard box?
TG: Aye.
MP: You were lucky.  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!
GC: Luxury.  We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in
    the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to
    work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad
    would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we
    were LUCKY!
TG: Well 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 a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four
    hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we
    got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
EI: Right.  I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night,
    half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump
    of cold poison, 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 would kill us, and dance about on our graves
    singing "Hallelujah."
MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't
    believe ya'.
ALL: Nope, nope..
 
 



I wonder how many younger amateurs can remember the original flying
circus. I certainly cant, only the repeats.

Mike G0MJW.
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