
You don't know you're nborn. Back in my day it were nothing but Bob Monkhouse and Jimmy Tarbuck, mornin' noon and night.
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Tue 16 Dec 2003, 14:12,
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back in my day, it were in a perpetual state of temporal flux, none of these poncy modern 'hours'
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Tue 16 Dec 2003, 14:15,
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We couldn't afford temporal flux and had to make do with shifting the hands on the clock back and forwards a few times a day, but we were honest
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Tue 16 Dec 2003, 14:17,
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back in my day, we had to make do with a dustbin lid!
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Tue 16 Dec 2003, 14:18,
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We weren't able to move, not being possessed of a body, we existed and that were about the end of it. 'Cept there won't no end, nor a beginnning, nor even a middle.
(gone a bit Beckett now)
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Tue 16 Dec 2003, 14:20,
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(gone a bit Beckett now)