Society is in the gutter

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velko, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:10 (eight years ago) Permalink

I stole that BB8 guide - it said "you need it and it's free", so I took it and left the Heat magazine behind at the newsagents.

snoball, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:12 (eight years ago) Permalink

Then I mugged a pensioner, filmed 'im rolling around on the pavement, and posted it on YouTube. Then I went back to Eton.

snoball, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:13 (eight years ago) Permalink

What a bloody waste.

Local Garda, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:14 (eight years ago) Permalink

People knew where they stood. Sure times were hard but things were things and that was important.

ice crӕm, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:14 (eight years ago) Permalink

People don't know who their bloody neighbours are.

Local Garda, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:16 (eight years ago) Permalink

(xxpost) I sold his false teeth on e-b4y.

We used to have a mangle.

snoball, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:16 (eight years ago) Permalink

You could put one foot in front of the other repeatedly to get to a location of your choice. These days you can't walk down the bloody street.

Local Garda, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:17 (eight years ago) Permalink

it's time for change

Surmounter, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:18 (eight years ago) Permalink

at least you had streets, in my day we just had caves, but we all looked out for each other

velko, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:18 (eight years ago) Permalink

A knife. One times this kid can't remember his name brought a knife to school. We all of us just stared at it. Then we looked at the kid.

Nowadays...

ice crӕm, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:19 (eight years ago) Permalink

Its a ruddy disgrace. You used to be able to borrow a cupful of sugar without getting a punch in the face.

Parish Priest!, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:19 (eight years ago) Permalink

These days, "texting" is passed off as genuine communication.

wanko ergo sum, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:19 (eight years ago) Permalink

something must be done. real action. the politicians are too busy straightening bananas with the brussels elite. REAL ACTION.

Local Garda, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:19 (eight years ago) Permalink

I used to knew all the names of the boys at school but now when I walk past I don't know who any of them are. Society has literally been dissolved in a vat of acid

Parish Priest!, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:21 (eight years ago) Permalink

The sky seemed different. And the birds. The birds!

ice crӕm, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:21 (eight years ago) Permalink

i remember when you would stop in the street, on your way to the market, and find yourself in immersed in hour-long conversations. now it's just an awkward smile, a pained nod.

Surmounter, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:21 (eight years ago) Permalink

A shiv in the guts.

ledge, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:22 (eight years ago) Permalink

Society has gone mad with its own sense of self importance, and taken a high jump from the nearest cliff. Now its corpse lies rotting in a ditch, having been stripped for clothes and parts by Eastern European tramps.

Local Garda, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:22 (eight years ago) Permalink

In my day there was no heart trouble but these days i suffer from heart disease, angina, and youths are literally breaking society apart with their bare hands

Parish Priest!, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:23 (eight years ago) Permalink

Society can regularly be seen flailing around the streets late at night, looking for another party.

30 years ago society was an altar boy with a side parting. It was a great time to be alive!

Local Garda, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:23 (eight years ago) Permalink

We would wake up in the morning. Later we would go to bed at night. I never heard anyone question it.

ice crӕm, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:24 (eight years ago) Permalink

we used to make things in this country, now everybody's got his hand in the other guy's pocket. literally!

goole, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:24 (eight years ago) Permalink

it used to be, you got married, you stayed married. now, who knows??

max, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:25 (eight years ago) Permalink

gangs of thug youths are literally eating society and shitting out blocks of pure despair

snoball, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:25 (eight years ago) Permalink

prices are rising, the celtic tiger has accidentally ingested the credit crunch. now society totters about like ronnie wood in high heels after a 3 day cocaine dinner.

Local Garda, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:26 (eight years ago) Permalink

when i was a child, the only homosexuals i knew were arabs, and we chased them out of town with elm branches. now, i wake up every day to see homosexuals on tv, the radio, sometimes even on my back patio, engaging in unspeakable acts.

max, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:27 (eight years ago) Permalink

you can't even be sure of your own sexuality anymore. society has become an endless freddie mercury sex tape, stuck in the broken video recorder that passes for real values nowadays.

Local Garda, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:28 (eight years ago) Permalink

times used to be you could spend an afternoon with a young lad and not have it questioned by the papers and the young lads mother

Parish Priest!, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:29 (eight years ago) Permalink

Kids today with their Teacake Mix and Premark - my mum made all our clothes out of used spaghetti

snoball, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:29 (eight years ago) Permalink

We listened to the radio. I'm talking about LISTENING.

ice crӕm, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:29 (eight years ago) Permalink

every night we'd gather around the radio to listen to the weekly wrestling matches between roosevelt and churchill

max, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:30 (eight years ago) Permalink

what is with all of the child rape nowadays? this used to be illegal, now it's practically demanded of you. it's literally on youtube and on the chat rooms every day.

goole, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:30 (eight years ago) Permalink

if you'd told me a child was being abused 30 years ago, I wouldn't have believed you!

x-post you're right, LISTENING. people LISTENED. they LISTENED.

Local Garda, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:31 (eight years ago) Permalink

whatever happened to courting? cotillions? gowns? these days society's lost in a haze of match dot toms and katies, swimming in a sea of cars that swerve all over the road.

Surmounter, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:31 (eight years ago) Permalink

All this million channel cable TV and internet and your wireless phone from that disgusting bloke who is that older woman's toyboy in them adverts, when I was a lad we didn't even have TV. My old man used to put an empty cereal box on his head and pretend it was a TV set, and then read from the papers our chips were wrapped in.

snoball, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:32 (eight years ago) Permalink

when i was younger, there was no such thing as irony, and if there was, no decent person had ever heard of it. now--its irony in the shower, irony for breakfast, irony in your afternoon nap. irony has literally kidnapped everything good and decent and tied it to a chair and literally beaten it.

max, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:33 (eight years ago) Permalink

There were no steroids in baseball. I'm talking about in the days before Jackie Robinson.

wanko ergo sum, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:33 (eight years ago) Permalink

My sister I looked out for her. And my brother too. My father he was a good man.

Now I don't even remember their names.

ice crӕm, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:33 (eight years ago) Permalink

What passes for entertainment now would literally kill a man from The Past. He would see entertainment, and then melt into a small pile of ash. Society has been fed to godless, homosexual sharks.

call all destroyer, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:33 (eight years ago) Permalink

society isn't even in the gutter anymore since the hogs and spivs of the EU ruled our gutters illegal and took them away

the gutter is too good for them

Parish Priest!, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:34 (eight years ago) Permalink

I used to have to murder tramps so that I could steal their empty gin bottles to get the deposit back from the off license. Now when people stab up a tramp they don't even bother to nick his shoes to sell to the mad shoe collecting man down the street.

snoball, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:34 (eight years ago) Permalink

miscegenation!

max, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:35 (eight years ago) Permalink

One time when I was four or five, I don't know, I saw a house burn down. It was our neighbors house. Point is he, him and his family, he was our NEIGHBOR.

ice crӕm, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:35 (eight years ago) Permalink

There used to be white dog shit on the pavements, now it's brown, and I'll tell you why! The EU communists have taken away our white dog shit and replaced it with brown!

snoball, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:37 (eight years ago) Permalink

and now who would it be? it could literally be anyone. he might be burning a house down right now and laughing. laughing! he may as well be laughing at society itself.

i might as well laugh at society, join in with them! when good men burn down houses and laugh at society its time for a war

Parish Priest!, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:37 (eight years ago) Permalink

nowadays if angelina jolie is in the gutter, society gets in too. if she climbs out of the gutter, it stands up and dusts itself off. it used to be there were consistent ideas, about culture, art, thought. now we just dig our graves alongside the spectres of society's future, and leave the past to the likes of Rita Hayworth.

Surmounter, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:38 (eight years ago) Permalink

it used to be that a man like Mickey Rooney was a handsome darling to man and woman alike, now it's all eleven foot spaniards who spend all day riding an excercize machine, bulging testicles on every billboard, it's an affront to every woman who leaves her home.

goole, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:38 (eight years ago) Permalink

time was that satanists were round up and had it beaten out of them. now they sit in brussels laughing at society as they parcel it up and throw it in the sea

Parish Priest!, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:38 (eight years ago) Permalink

(PP! & LG are kind of killing us here guys)

goole, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:39 (eight years ago) Permalink

Why is getting drunk regarded as fun and not an illustration of ignorance?

yes, no intelligent person has ever been a big boozer.

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Friday, 3 February 2017 11:12 (two months ago) Permalink

This guy hates Churchill I suppose?

Eats like Elvis, shits like De Niro (Tom D.), Friday, 3 February 2017 11:23 (two months ago) Permalink

A busy bloke is this David Vinter
https://profile.theguardian.com/user/id/2472083?page=1

nashwan, Friday, 3 February 2017 11:30 (two months ago) Permalink

tbf to the lad he claims to be over 80 and has 955 pages of comments in three years

nashwan, Friday, 3 February 2017 11:32 (two months ago) Permalink

My father, missing WW1, by a week, went self employed at 19, and worked 7 days per week for 50 years, and only ever one holiday.

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Friday, 3 February 2017 11:35 (two months ago) Permalink

So we know all about his dad and grandad, I bet he was a complete waster himself though.

Eats like Elvis, shits like De Niro (Tom D.), Friday, 3 February 2017 11:41 (two months ago) Permalink

he spends all his time on CIF so that'a a given

Neil S, Friday, 3 February 2017 11:43 (two months ago) Permalink

tbf to the lad he claims to be over 80 and has 955 pages of comments in three years

feeling like i need to up my ilx posting game tbh, no way i'm gonna be beaten by an octogenarian. i fought in the irc wars of the mid-90s ffs

for sale: steve bannon waifu pillow (heavily soiled) (bizarro gazzara), Friday, 3 February 2017 11:47 (two months ago) Permalink

This is the rest of my day sorted thank you.

nashwan, Friday, 3 February 2017 11:47 (two months ago) Permalink

I think his grandmother was a Star Wars droid.

You should have seen my old grandmother b1880 clear the kitchen table cover it with newspaper, skin and gut 4 rabbits, then boil them on the open stove. Somehow she and my farm labourer grandfather raised 5 children, water from a pump, bog down the yard, paraffin lamps . No free doctor, no family allowance, no radio before 1939. But he lived long enough to have his own B/W television.
Yet , three children to grammar school, son a captain in WW2, and later a county cricketer and house builder.
How many are considering such preperation?

nashwan, Friday, 3 February 2017 11:49 (two months ago) Permalink

Do thefood parcel recipients keep expensive dogs, enjoy weekly bottles of plonk, still smoke, have weekly hairdos,?
If so they are not poor, how come my farm labourer grandfather b, 1876 raised 5 grandchildren, bog down the yard, pump for water, paraffin lamps, three to grammar school, he himself was taught to read by the Methodists from age 12! And lived to be 86, always rode a bicycle. never drank, rarely smoked, and christmas was rabbit pie.

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Friday, 3 February 2017 11:50 (two months ago) Permalink

Nature made us all very unequal and Labour has far better leaders than the urban Milliband, six months real grafting would do him good!

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Friday, 3 February 2017 11:52 (two months ago) Permalink

And inequality of wealth is magnified by overpopulation, until governments start to seriously tackle this problem peacefully, we may find nature has its own way of doing it! As in 1349!

these exclamation marks are doing hard work.

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Friday, 3 February 2017 11:53 (two months ago) Permalink

Harold Macmillan did build houses, far more than Labour ever did,
over 300000 two years running! Most of you are just kids, I went to school in WW2,big classes, but we did learn to be literate, and very numerate . No calculators, we did, and can still do maths in our head, long division and fractions by the chalk and talk method at primary school. And at 6 walked daily one and a half miles on my own, no one had a car, most 'dads' in the forces!

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Friday, 3 February 2017 11:55 (two months ago) Permalink

weekly hairdos

My father, missing WW1, by a week, went self employed at 19, and worked 7 days per week for 50 years, and only ever one haircut

Eats like Elvis, shits like De Niro (Tom D.), Friday, 3 February 2017 11:55 (two months ago) Permalink

back in them days we wished for baldness so we could keep food on the table. the hirsute were viewed as dangerously decadent and forced to drink their biannual pint of bitter at the working men's club in the toilets where we didn't have to look at them

for sale: steve bannon waifu pillow (heavily soiled) (bizarro gazzara), Friday, 3 February 2017 12:13 (two months ago) Permalink

whole families bald, there was. ten to a bedroom all looking like freshly polished eggs

for sale: steve bannon waifu pillow (heavily soiled) (bizarro gazzara), Friday, 3 February 2017 12:15 (two months ago) Permalink

great grandfather dead at four, worked in mine, no safety, cornish pasty for lunch, piss in a field, home five miles up again next morning. gave birth to grandad at three. men pregnant in those days! we shot a child out of our mouths and some of us still can. yes that is actually true. i was there!

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Friday, 3 February 2017 12:16 (two months ago) Permalink

back in the day you'd retell Monty Python sketches and there'd be no pregnant men in them

I Am In Atlanta And Thug Is Young (imago), Friday, 3 February 2017 12:19 (two months ago) Permalink

btw for a crash-course in pension-aged messageboard posters I recommend joining a football forum

I Am In Atlanta And Thug Is Young (imago), Friday, 3 February 2017 12:20 (two months ago) Permalink

no cars back then, and the average height was three foot six, so we used to ride dogs everywhere until they fell over dead from overwork. piles of dead dogs there were, lining the cobbled streets, and the little orphan urchins used to suck out their eyes for the protein, 'jelly e'en' we used to call them, i can still taste them now. you wouldn't get those in your newfangled spars, i'll tell you, and more's the pity

for sale: steve bannon waifu pillow (heavily soiled) (bizarro gazzara), Friday, 3 February 2017 12:21 (two months ago) Permalink

between donald trump and this prick i'm really turning against exclamation marks. i mean they've always been part of this thread but it feels more sinister now.

And inequality of wealth is magnified by overpopulation, until governments start to seriously tackle this problem peacefully, we may find nature has its own way of doing it! As in 1349!

like this right wing use of exclamation mark seems to be saying "there, i said it! the vile thing i believe everyone thinks, because i am vile and assume everyone is like me, deep down"

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Friday, 3 February 2017 12:25 (two months ago) Permalink

duh, he's obviously advocating for planned parenthood

I Am In Atlanta And Thug Is Young (imago), Friday, 3 February 2017 12:27 (two months ago) Permalink

for men

I Am In Atlanta And Thug Is Young (imago), Friday, 3 February 2017 12:27 (two months ago) Permalink

'dark satanic mills' is it, well you don't know the half of it! the factory at the end of our street pumped out so much soot i didn't see a single colour until i was 25 and let me tell you it provided enough entertainment to last me six months it did

for sale: steve bannon waifu pillow (heavily soiled) (bizarro gazzara), Friday, 3 February 2017 12:28 (two months ago) Permalink

"I had that Malthus in the back of me cab once."

Eats like Elvis, shits like De Niro (Tom D.), Friday, 3 February 2017 12:31 (two months ago) Permalink

i murdered a man a few years ago. he walked through my garden so i hit him with a spade! will i be caught? i shouldn't think so!

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Friday, 3 February 2017 12:35 (two months ago) Permalink

We can't bust heads like we used to. But we have our ways. One trick is to tell stories that don't go anywhere. Like the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m'shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Gimme five bees for a quarter," you'd say. Now where were we... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. I didn't have any white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...

Neil S, Friday, 3 February 2017 12:35 (two months ago) Permalink

getting drunk IS fun btw

Oh the pacmanity (Ye Mad Puffin), Friday, 3 February 2017 14:03 (two months ago) Permalink

tbh he does have a point, drunkards like Churchill and other famous drunks never looked like they were having fun. the secret is drinking while not having fun, it seems.

mh 😏, Friday, 3 February 2017 14:32 (two months ago) Permalink

tbf churchill wasn't exactly blessed with the kind of countenance that allowed for traditionally-agreed-upon expressions of 'fun'

for sale: steve bannon waifu pillow (heavily soiled) (bizarro gazzara), Friday, 3 February 2017 15:12 (two months ago) Permalink

no cars back then, and the average height was three foot six, so we used to ride dogs everywhere until they fell over dead from overwork. piles of dead dogs there were, lining the cobbled streets, and the little orphan urchins used to suck out their eyes for the protein, 'jelly e'en' we used to call them, i can still taste them now. you wouldn't get those in your newfangled spars, i'll tell you, and more's the pity

― for sale: steve bannon waifu pillow (heavily soiled) (bizarro gazzara), Friday, February 3, 2017 7:21 AM (two days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

biggest irl lol of the year so far, thank you for this

Wimmels, Sunday, 5 February 2017 17:08 (two months ago) Permalink

two weeks pass...

If Labour wants to win back its Brexit-voting heartlands, it needs to help resurrect the 'working class identity'
When my dad spoke to me about his childhood, he’d talk of working men’s clubs as major social institutions. Twice a year, the club would organise trips to Blackpool or Skegness. They’d book out two carriages on the local train, and the children would get pop and crisps on the way there and a stick of rock on the way back

Joe Todd 2 hours ago 54 comments
http://www.independent.co.uk/voices/labour-brexit-jeremy-corbyn-heartlands-trade-unions-working-class-identity-a7589391.html

nashwan, Monday, 20 February 2017 14:16 (two months ago) Permalink

we'd go to blackpool every year. october of course, for the illuminations. stroll on the promenade, peruse a ribald postcard or two. chips on the pier and then to the abc for a few chuckles at the antics of our pakistani friends, and paddies. now my grandson goes with the other emos, in february as if that made a lick of sense. he tells me it's "ironic". brought me back a stick of rock with the word "non-binary" through it.

Roberto Spiralli, Monday, 20 February 2017 14:52 (two months ago) Permalink

the train would leave one station, arriving at various stations along the way, where it would stop to let passengers alight. it wasn't a perfect system, but it worked better than today's.

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Monday, 20 February 2017 15:15 (two months ago) Permalink

i've actually been on one of those Blackpool trips, i'm not sure if it was the first time i'd travelled by train but it was v exciting as a kid. not sure if it built much of a sense of community because as far as i remember our fam sat in our own compartment and i don't remember actually mingling with anybody else on the trip

Treesh-Hurt (Noodle Vague), Monday, 20 February 2017 15:45 (two months ago) Permalink

i bought a bootleg copy of zooropa on the beach in blackpool

jason waterfalls (gbx), Monday, 20 February 2017 15:55 (two months ago) Permalink

real england

for sale: steve bannon waifu pillow (heavily soiled) (bizarro gazzara), Monday, 20 February 2017 15:57 (two months ago) Permalink

Was reminiscing with my dad recently about a family trip to Blackpool where for the whole 6 hour round trip and more or less the whole time there I listened to the 2nd manics album on repeat, presumably on my Sony sports walkman. Peak teenager for me. Inspired by my dad having bought himself the greatest hits CD which idk I'm sure that says something.

Roberto Spiralli, Monday, 20 February 2017 16:21 (two months ago) Permalink

two months pass...

european civilization has been in stasis since socrates had to defend his life in front of the athenian 'parliament'. meanwhile, donald trump golfs every weekend

― reggie (qualmsley), Wednesday, 26 April 2017 23:11 (yesterday) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

Beautiful

virginity simple (darraghmac), Thursday, 27 April 2017 00:36 (yesterday) Permalink


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