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A cwt bag of coal had to last us for years, it sat in the corner and if you were cold you put the bugger on your back and ran round the living room with it, that soon warmed you up.

When I first bought petrol for my motorbike in 1964 it was 3shillings and 10pence per gallon , that's about 20p in new money , I was earning £9 and 10 shillings a week so petrol wasn't really a problem , mind you a pint of mild was a shilling ;¬))

dromia wrote:A cwt bag of coal had to last us for years, it sat in the corner and if you were cold you put the bugger on your back and ran round the living room with it, that soon warmed you up.

You had coal? You must have been born with a silver spoon in your mouth and lived in Darras Hall and got your servants to put the coal on their backs to run around for you!
We on the other hand were given one piece of coal for Christmas which became the family 'heirloom' and remember, a piece of coal is not just for Christmas, it is for life! I eeked out my piece of coal for 12 years and it became my only friend in my humdrum sad little life. I called him Gerald before I had to let him go to a better place (the fireplace) but he burned so brightly (a tear is running down my grizzled face as I type).
Ah Well, time for a lukewarm cup of water. Ciaou.

dromia wrote:Aye with all this global warming they don't know what climate is, when I were a lad the winters used to get that cold that the flames in the fire would freeze solid.

Explosive wrote:

dromia wrote:Aye with all this global warming they don't know what climate is, when I were a lad the winters used to get that cold that the flames in the fire would freeze solid.

"At last Dave had perfected the ability to catch 75mm tracer projectiles mid-flight!!!"

Darras hall my arse, it were Brora which used to have the oldest working coal pit in Europe.

My dad got that coal out by hard graft working in a 3/4" seam with his bare hands under 12' of water doing 28 hour a day shifts.

Still too expensive for that much desired Ford Mustang's appetite ....

dromia wrote:Darras hall my arse, it were Brora which used to have the oldest working coal pit in Europe.

My dad got that coal out by hard graft working in a 3/4" seam with his bare hands under 12' of water doing 28 hour a day shifts.

He had is soft. My dad was pressed to death so he fitted/slid into a 1/4 inch seam which was filled will lethal Piranha fish which were also inserted into his trousers before the shift. He was expected to remain down there for 98 hours every day for a year before he was allowed to surface. He had to clear 70 tonnes of coal every shift and had to leave his wife and kids as collateral in the Coal Board prison. The warders had the rights to bugger the wife and kids (you get to like it after a while apparently) and to skin the childrens arms for lamp shades for the Wardens wife.
When he did finish the shift, he had to spend another six months depressurising otherwise he would explode.
If he did explode, then the wife and remaining children would have to clear the lot up with their tongues and eat the remnants as they were not allowed foodstuffs in said prison.
For his holidays he had to crawl through the Coal Board offices sewer pipes pulling his children (us) along as a pull through to scrape off the executive s***. Once this had been done, the brown colour of said s*** made us look as though we had spent 2 weeks in Benidorm and we were the envy of our street.
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My dad kept working down the pit after he died!

Luxury.