I hate the clocks going backwards and forwards. When I was young, we didn’t even have clocks. If we got hungry, we ate each other. We were poor, but we were happy. Good times. Not that we had time. It hadn’t been invented. We had to make our own time out of string and cholera.
Too many people stuck in British Yorkshire Time…
@thewritertype kids today don’t know how easy they have it. When I was a child I was 36 already and had a chronic lung condition. We ate sawdust and drank direct from the sky.
@thewritertype top quality FB post, you could monetise that one there 🤣
@thewritertype Yeaj, kids these days got it easy... 
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@thewritertype You should write for the 21st century replacement for Monty Pythons Flying Circus!
@thewritertype I always thought Love in the Time of Cholera was an absurdist masterpiece; now I understand it to be an oxymoron as well
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I miss eating each other. Babies in a really spicy curry sauce was our go to.
@thewritertype Luxury!!! When I was a kid we had to eat our own feet for breakfast every day before walking to school on the bleedin’ stumps! Every day!!
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You had string?!? Lucky bastard!
@thewritertype "clock" was what you got when someone hit you on the head with a bone!
@thewritertype What we wouldn’t have given for cholera in my day. Flash bastard.
@thewritertype Nine miles through snow up to your waist, jumpers for goalposts.