Class
Dan Prick tugs our coat and tells us: "I'm enormously middle class, and was once dragged along to a bingo club by a former girlfriend and her mum. It's incredible the fury you can whip up in a room of old biddies winning a fuckton of money and telling them 'This is a load of old shit, really'". Like Pulp's Common People, have you ever tried to act down, or act up?
( , Thu 20 Mar 2014, 15:29)
Dan Prick tugs our coat and tells us: "I'm enormously middle class, and was once dragged along to a bingo club by a former girlfriend and her mum. It's incredible the fury you can whip up in a room of old biddies winning a fuckton of money and telling them 'This is a load of old shit, really'". Like Pulp's Common People, have you ever tried to act down, or act up?
( , Thu 20 Mar 2014, 15:29)
« Go Back
The Prodigal son only stopped off for a nightcap
My childhood was a rough and tumble one with parents who squandered money. Teenage years were spent dodging the occasional flying milkbottle and hiding from the gangs. I left home at 20, lived local then moved 400 miles away. Worked, played had a summer of love in a Travellers convoy. Returned to society, got in with a bike gang. Became a play-thing for a Hells Angels moll (very scary), fought with Skinheads, fought with Police. Worked again - got laid off. Decided to meet with my parents and posho Cousins for the first time in 20 years. I wore a suit and never told them anything about the past, they had just come back from a holiday that cost £33,000 for a week in Wales.
The atmosphere was strained with me being well dressed and behaved but veeerrry tough and them with what appeared to be their only pleasure - dining out. My cousin 'J' was in the SAS for two years and knows Colonel This and Brigadier That, whereas I was hardened by street fighting and didn't flinch much when faced with the steely gaze. "Oh, this conservatory cost £60,000" and "We just like the BMW 840" but all their wealth can't buy them health eh?. An amusing few days.
( , Wed 26 Mar 2014, 16:50, 11 replies)
My childhood was a rough and tumble one with parents who squandered money. Teenage years were spent dodging the occasional flying milkbottle and hiding from the gangs. I left home at 20, lived local then moved 400 miles away. Worked, played had a summer of love in a Travellers convoy. Returned to society, got in with a bike gang. Became a play-thing for a Hells Angels moll (very scary), fought with Skinheads, fought with Police. Worked again - got laid off. Decided to meet with my parents and posho Cousins for the first time in 20 years. I wore a suit and never told them anything about the past, they had just come back from a holiday that cost £33,000 for a week in Wales.
The atmosphere was strained with me being well dressed and behaved but veeerrry tough and them with what appeared to be their only pleasure - dining out. My cousin 'J' was in the SAS for two years and knows Colonel This and Brigadier That, whereas I was hardened by street fighting and didn't flinch much when faced with the steely gaze. "Oh, this conservatory cost £60,000" and "We just like the BMW 840" but all their wealth can't buy them health eh?. An amusing few days.
( , Wed 26 Mar 2014, 16:50, 11 replies)
I think I'd also reopen all the coal pits...
...just to close them down again.
( , Wed 26 Mar 2014, 17:52, closed)
...just to close them down again.
( , Wed 26 Mar 2014, 17:52, closed)
It's a tough competition but I think you've consistently won Dullest And Most Pointless Person On Earth for the last few weeks.
Well done.
( , Wed 26 Mar 2014, 19:16, closed)
Well done.
( , Wed 26 Mar 2014, 19:16, closed)
That's high praise coming from the current title-holder
and reigning champion of 2013
( , Wed 26 Mar 2014, 19:47, closed)
and reigning champion of 2013
( , Wed 26 Mar 2014, 19:47, closed)
« Go Back