Society is in the gutter

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it's time for change

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

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

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

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

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

A shiv in the guts.

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

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

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

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

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

miscegenation!

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

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

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

it used to be that the little woman stayed at home and never had to look at billboards. now i never see the little woman! always with the bingo and the supermarket and the 'swingers club' whatever that is

society? in the gutter!

Parish Priest!, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:40 (nine years ago) Permalink

miscegenation!!!!!!

max, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:41 (nine years ago) Permalink

We went to hear the word. Every Sunday we went. Maybe we didn't understand it. An we sure didn't live up to it. But we went. We showed up.

ice crӕm, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:41 (nine years ago) Permalink

Nowadays I daydream about what I going to order at CPK all through the sermon. You didn't have to worry about that back then, because there was no CPK, and if there had been a CPK it's have been closed on Sunday.

wanko ergo sum, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:43 (nine years ago) Permalink

time was you used to be able toleave the curtains open and look out across the fields. you open the curtains now and a youth is literally hurling a piece of society at any honest man he can see

Parish Priest!, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:43 (nine years ago) Permalink

people used to know how to keep a secret, now there are shows on tv that literally will tell you everything you didn't want to know. people desperate to be famous by pressing their genitalia up against your face, instead of GETTING A JOB. who suffers? all of us. society.

goole, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:45 (nine years ago) Permalink

once upon a time it was you used to look forward to getting a letter through the post from a family member but now junk mail is posted directly from the socialists and satanists of brussels and if thats no bad enough youths might be literally burning society outside your house and posting cinders through your letter box

letters? i wont have them in the house!

Parish Priest!, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:46 (nine years ago) Permalink

Pop music used to be those nice Rolling Stones, now it's all filthy dirty youths shouting AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! in your face. I mean, compare this:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/cd/Stones1960s.jpg
...nice clean boys who are nice to their mums. Now compare it with this:
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c7/Moby.jpg/418px-Moby.jpg
Who the hell is that filthy tramp - he must have nits 'cause they've had to shave off his infested stinking hair.

snoball, Monday, 25 August 2008 20:46 (nine years ago) Permalink

when i first moved to the UK i really liked him but now i realize it was only ever because of his gratifyingly scornful arguments against military action in iraq. they were good columns to have written but they did unfortunately trick me into reading his other stuff :/

illegal economic migration (Tracer Hand), Friday, 24 November 2017 13:07 (one month ago) Permalink

Before they could confiscate our sound system we would rave in the woods/warehouse. Everyone turned up to dance until sunlight and didn't even know who was playing at what time. We would dance to whatever was played and enjoy it. Pure positive vibes. The internet ruined it.

— HUD (UK) (@Hudskov) November 30, 2017

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:17 (one month ago) Permalink

I remember when you had to call a Phone Number only a handful knew and form a convoy to follow "someone" who knew, to a venue "somewhere" to listen to "somebody". If they were actually the names on the flyers, BONUS!!! #BetterDays 🎶🎶🎶

— paul donaghy (@phax71) November 30, 2017

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:18 (one month ago) Permalink

I miss not knowing what a tune is for years and eventually stumbling across it in some random record shop. Music isn’t cherished anymore !

— Insomniax (@insomniax_dnb) November 30, 2017

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:18 (one month ago) Permalink

and we miss the days when the DJ just played the records 👊

— DarrenW (@dwoodyatt) November 30, 2017

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:20 (one month ago) Permalink

And we danced 🙌

— DarrenW (@dwoodyatt) November 30, 2017

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:20 (one month ago) Permalink

The days where you just turned up and danced all night without a care in the world (until the journey home)

— riptide (@riptidehardcore) November 30, 2017

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:20 (one month ago) Permalink

No internet, or camera phones in those days! Months to hunt a record, I made vinyl DJ mixes on audio cassette and sent them in the post to promoters and printed magazines. It was simple, if the music was good then you were involved! No what you look like/dress like/followers etc!

— Rayees (@rayeesmusic) November 30, 2017

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:21 (one month ago) Permalink

the fact that you can even recall on a day when the scene was like that is a blessing. Be grateful you’ve been at this level for this long! The little guys like us are so jealous!

— tvrnstyle (@NickPetTree) November 30, 2017

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:21 (one month ago) Permalink

exclamation marks! when talking about something that doesn't happen today!

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:26 (one month ago) Permalink

they make you hear the words! in a strange bemused angry voice!

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:26 (one month ago) Permalink

it were a better time when nobody judged anybody and records were more inaccessible

Illegal Ethiopian Dance Music (Noodle Vague), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:28 (one month ago) Permalink

"we would dance to whatever was played and enjoy it"

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:33 (one month ago) Permalink

"those are good tunes and you'll dance to them by god"

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:34 (one month ago) Permalink

9 phones and still can get you on one of them! Cannot drive. Swim? No chance! but having a moan!

Thanks Fabs, gives me an ideas for my SnB 2018 T-Shirt since i missed 2017. Also @djmarky ive not forgotten! all the best the Scottish cunt

— Stuart Not Provan (@ProvanStuart) December 1, 2017

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:38 (one month ago) Permalink

ive read that 5 times now and i still cant make sense of it

Well bissogled trotters (Michael B), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:44 (one month ago) Permalink

Definitely the internet that ruined that scene and not, say, the 1994 Criminal Justice Act.

But doctor, I am Camille Paglia (Bananaman Begins), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:51 (one month ago) Permalink

Aye, we made our own entertainment in those days and were glad of it.

Action of Boyle Man Prompts Visitor to Stay (Tom D.), Saturday, 2 December 2017 10:55 (one month ago) Permalink

the look-back bores were out in force in the 90's as well. There seemed to be no club you could go to for a night out that wasn't shite these days and had peaked in '89. And apparently the overpriced ecstasy from the late 80's was so much better than the adulterated rubbish we were necking as well.

mime camp (calzino), Saturday, 2 December 2017 11:28 (one month ago) Permalink

I really miss the days as a DJ when you didn't have to be a media king , you didn't care about your billing on a flyer, you didn't have a rider, no one knew what you had for dinner and no one cared about how many followers you had . All that mattered was making people dance

— FABIO (@fabiodnb) November 30, 2017

Matt DC, Saturday, 2 December 2017 11:57 (one month ago) Permalink

"I miss being 20"

illegal economic migration (Tracer Hand), Saturday, 2 December 2017 12:01 (one month ago) Permalink

the weak actually was heroes back then a course

moyesery loves kompany (darraghmac), Saturday, 2 December 2017 12:02 (one month ago) Permalink

sad that he hates grooverider so much

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, 2 December 2017 12:33 (one month ago) Permalink

"and we danced" is my favourite. The internet put a stop to all that

FREEZE! FYI! (dog latin), Saturday, 2 December 2017 12:58 (one month ago) Permalink

clubs today nothing but kids shazaming the sound of the other kids shazaming, a sorry state of affairs

lazy rascals, spending their substance, and more, in riotous living (Merdeyeux), Saturday, 2 December 2017 13:29 (one month ago) Permalink

there was a contract between dj and clubber - they played the tunes, we danced to them. these days it's never that simple. there are more tunes for one, and more djs. yes, it's music, but is it really music? are you really dancing to it?

Bein' Sean Bean (LocalGarda), Saturday, 2 December 2017 13:53 (one month ago) Permalink

time was when we'd drive around the M25 for 8 or 9 hours in my mate's Citreon Saxo until we got a text identifying the location of a rave going off in a field somewhere just south of Corby. then we'd drive up their in the dark with a tape full of tunes banging on the cassette player. today it's all Google Maps and USBs and air conditioning. these kids aren't ravers.

Illegal Ethiopian Dance Music (Noodle Vague), Saturday, 2 December 2017 14:01 (one month ago) Permalink

I hear you and your band sold all your turntables and bought guitars

El Tomboto, Saturday, 2 December 2017 15:40 (one month ago) Permalink

The fabric of society is on tenterhooks, stretched between the tenterposts of left and right-wing populism, ready to tear apart - @MPphilwilson https://t.co/dkEvbzZRFw pic.twitter.com/1nZ2GAb5PI

— The Fabian Society (@thefabians) December 15, 2017

Thomas NAGL (Neil S), Friday, 15 December 2017 15:41 (one month ago) Permalink

waht

But doctor, I am Camille Paglia (Bananaman Begins), Friday, 15 December 2017 17:24 (one month ago) Permalink

Tenterist Dad.

Whiney Houston (Tom D.), Friday, 15 December 2017 17:29 (one month ago) Permalink


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