Society is in the gutter

I don't need to tell you that love doesn't exist in a space as open as the gutter, why, there are two whole sides open

Time was, a man could go out and fall in love, right out there, in society. Grow his beard, as they would say. Now, no one says much anymore, it's quiet there, outside.

i had a 'sweet' potato the other week

Terrible. Why just the other day I asked my grandson how life was for him, I went "Matthew, how are the potatoes of life" and I don't even need to tell you how he responded!

my son asked me for a potato and i gave him a small stone

too soon

thirty years ago it was too late, now all you hear is "too soon, too soon"

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/111/314159278_d8165ee834.jpg

no doubt a pensioner was knifed.

this thread has made me realize who "post" is

i have a guess

sure but who is the little woman

we all had names, I know that much. and if you wanted to figure out someone's place in the world, all you'd have to do was ask him his name. Little Tinker was the mechanic's son. and the milkman's son, he was Splosh, of course. Mrs. Stevens' son Killer, what a gentle boy he was, never hurt a soul in his life, but he marched right up those gallows steps on the day he turned 18, because that was his name, that was his destiny, he never questioned it.

these days you see a group of boys playing kickball in the park, you cry out, "Hey Taco! Ho Huntley! How's the weather down there, little Darby?" and nobody answers. not a peep. maybe they don't have names anymore. maybe they're just numbers, symbols, bleeps and bloops on a mobile telephone. I wouldn't even recognize them anymore.

wau

"Splosh"!!!

At this rate I'm starting to think more children than ever may soon kick a ball in the street. It's a bloody miracle.

Not sure which is better, this or the postman is gay

Yesterday I came across a group of children raising funds to make improvements to the gutters of Society. A little boy with a hook carefully pinned a ribbon on my shirt. My heart was literally warmed.

Friend, the children of today cannot eat cold hearts

Careful, you blink whatever is on your face, and suddenly you begin to call the stains on your unwashed dinner plate the plate itself and the mold that grows upon the stains is called the food. You call your feet your feet, but they no longer can slide into whatever you cover them with because it is not yesterday. "Why," you will say to yourself "just yesterday I wore a pair of shoes." Where are they now, I ask you

why did they put garbage all over thr oad!? and they say the institution is takin gover their foul streets! they would sooner see their own excrement than a clean building!

sometimes I think it's the holidays I miss the most—real, genuine holidays, the sort we used to have, when you'd go to the store with a friend to pick out presents for one another, rip apart the packaging and have a go at them there in the aisles, and not a thing the shopkeeper could do—hell, he was probably right alongside you, joining in the Michaelmas spirit!

course, Society was healthy enough in those days to handle a good scare every now and again. try that sort of thing these days, you're liable to get a swift boot in the jaw from an immigrant with no respect for the traditions of this great nation.

I liek candy

What's happening to buildings- real, proper, buildings? Used to be, you needed an office you built an office, so many bricks high, so many bricks wide, door in front, bob's your uncle. Now every school and hospital has to be run through the modern "art" nazis to feng shui the cure of the roof! It's madness, proper madness! Architects? Just gay engineers, I say!

California-based Cleese, 71, moved to the U.S. more than two decades ago.

What's with the photo accompanying that article, Cleese's head's looks like it's been pasted in from another photo - Terry Gilliam style!

man...

I mean, I love having different cultures around. But when the parent culture kind of dissipates, you're left thinking, "Well, what's going on?"'

Cleese: "What happened? I am confused"

Christ, that's some sad shit...

England used to be a lot more English. When I moved away from England to spread our cultural wealth in the 90s, you could still run into a Londoner on the streets of London. Now, London is full of people who aren't Londoners.

When he rocked up to LA all those years ago was he all: "Where are all the Americans, you know, the original hamburger-gobbling, baseball cap wearing Americans of my youth? I'm all for this new-fangled tolerance thing but when LA loses its parent culture, I have to say, there's something wrong here..."

Limey Go Home (to Somerset)

the gutter has shifted dramatically, society now has to apply to the local loony lefty council for a halting bay in which to lower itself

So sad when cool people get old and start spouting crap like this. I don't think it's actually intended as a racist/righty statement, it's just something in the old grey matter that starts making itself more and more known as they get older. Like that Elton John thing where he said comething along the lines of all new music being rubbish, not like the seventies when 20 amazing albums came out every week

Looting and rioting used to be just a pure, good olde English passing of time. Now it's violent and, by god, non-London (looking) people are involved in looting and rioting too. They are ruining it for the real Londoners.

Of course these days you're not even allowed to call it a gutter. You have to call it a "patio parameter drainage facility or otherwise". "Patio" because otherwise it's offensive to the French. We won't know where we are in ten years time...

don't know where "or otherwise" came from. kind of like it there.

Cleese was funny once, but he's always been a bit of a dick. A Liberal Democrat, in fact.

"Patio" because otherwise it's offensive to the French.

Hahaha.

La société est dans le caniveau gouttière!

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/wirecopy/8728203/Storm-in-a-tea-cup-as-Earl-Gray-fans-complain-at-new-recipe.html

I sometimes drink that, tho I drink the decaff one, the caffeine is prob why they're all so narky.

Immigrants have children for benefits

Joan Collins to the rescue: Brutally honest actress spells out how to put Britain back on its feet

I thought making a book out of an ILX thread was verboten?

I saw that Joan Collins link and I thought "that's GOT to be the daily mail" and what do you know

LOL the quality of her handwriting has a lower limit, reached only as a last defense against grave indignities.

He tossed another form at me and turned away, leaving me speechless with fury and scribbling the word 'British' in the worst handwriting I could muster.

Way to go, Joan Collins, for taking all the fun out of this thread

She's sounding increasingly like her brother Phil there.

"Even the F-word is commonplace among youngsters. As a child, it was only when I saw it written on a railway carriage that I asked: ‘Mummy what does f *** mean?’ The poor darling went ballistic, hissing: ‘That is the most terrible word in the English language, if your father ever used it I would divorce him.’

vs.

"Poor Monica, she will forever be remembered as the Count of Monte Cristo... give or take a vowel."

escapes on a technicality

what age did you first say "fuck"?

thread needs to get back on track. I remember this thread when it was all pithy comment on how bad things have gotten. Look at it now. A shambles, a disgrace. They should fly the flag at half-mast, but they have instead used to flag to decorate the table of a £600 PER WEEK flat in central london where JOBLESS IMMIGRANT LESBIANS play PLAYSTATIONS bought out of TAXPAYER'S MONEY.

Migrants and ethnics are now being paid NOT to keep-up their garden. Madness!