Here there be rants. There will be Freeman stuff, Lawful Rebellion stuff and Random stuff. I am rebelling because I want my country back. My lawful obligations are as follows: “together with the community of the whole realm, distrain and distress us in all possible ways, namely, by seizing our castles, lands, possessions, and in any other way they can, until redress has been obtained as they see fit…”
Article 61 Magna Carta 1215
February 18, 2011
Young Ranty
Produced in response to overwhelming demand*. Ranty, aged 14 months. The early bondage was to affect your 'umble Captain in later life.It cost him a small fortune at specialist bordello's.
We, me and Kid brother, had 'po' under our bed. Nothing can get you off to sleep like listening to him 'pee and trump' only a foot away!Then climbing over to get back in bed. Then in dark winter mornings praying he had pushed it back under the bed, before I got out.
My Dad used to 'hide' a stash of Senior Service in the loo down the yard, I stated 'puffing' on them at a very early age, can't beat a smoke and a shite. Not allowed now with these fancy indoor toilets.
I bought my first cigarettes from the local 'sweetshop', one ParkDrive and one match,3d, on the way to school.The shop owner would ask us politely not to tell our parents, as if.
You look like I need a drink!
ReplyDeleteNah looks like he needs the potty!
ReplyDeleteSome things don't change.
ReplyDeleteI need the potty almost constantly now!
CR.
Captain,
ReplyDeleteDidn't think you were old enough to be living in the Black & White era.
By the way did you have the potty under your bed ?
Newsy,
ReplyDeleteAt one point there were four of us sharing a bed. Two brothers, two sisters.
No potty.
I was the only kid in the street with a chapped back.
CR.
Captain,
ReplyDeleteWe, me and Kid brother, had 'po' under our bed. Nothing can get you off to sleep like listening to him 'pee and trump' only a foot away!Then climbing over to get back in bed.
Then in dark winter mornings praying he had pushed it back under the bed, before I got out.
Yep. Nothing worse than that splash, and a freezing cold, wet foot.
ReplyDeleteWe called 'em "gazunders". The real toilet was down the bottom of the yard. Squares of bloody newspaper for wipage.
Couldn't afford "comfy bum" in them days.
CR.
Steady on!
ReplyDeleteThat clobber was all the rage in '63.
CR.
Captain,
ReplyDeleteMy Dad used to 'hide' a stash of Senior Service in the loo down the yard, I stated 'puffing' on them at a very early age, can't beat a smoke and a shite. Not allowed now with these fancy indoor toilets.
Newsy,
ReplyDeleteMy dad used to smoke Texan. (Made in South Africa)
Check them out:
http://www.cigarettespedia.com/index.php/Texan_%28Toasted%29_KS-20-H_-_South_Africa
They were a bit harsh for an 11 year old so I moved on to Rothmans. (Mums brand). Then she switched to Consulate. Yuk!
Had to start buying my own then.
Still, at 1 cent each, it wasn't too troubling. Had to buy them at the black shops though. White folks wouldn't sell them to us.
CR.
Captain,
ReplyDeleteI bought my first cigarettes from the local 'sweetshop', one ParkDrive and one match,3d, on the way to school.The shop owner would ask us politely not to tell our parents, as if.