Society is in the gutter

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I remember we didn't use to lock our front doors, infact we had all our possessions out on the front yard.

Society is a hole
it makes me lie to my friends
it's running down my street
with white powers sneakers
on the beautiful beat of black feet

society is a hole
it beats my friends big heads
my friends have big heads,
I can understand it
but I don't recommend it
you got big big hair
and everybody is scared

society is a hole
it makes me lie to my friends
the assault of holy music
there's a slap in my face
my friends are girls wrapped in boys
we're living in pieces
I want to live in peace

Society is a hole

We were poor but we were happy. We knew the value of things. We never wondered about the value of valuing things.

It's a shambles.

http://www.bathgateregal.org.uk/images/listings/high-society-2.jpg

They were very poor and could only afford a few servants...

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”

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But they always tipped their hat to you on the streets.

Nowadays you must carry a knife in your own home for protection.

The guys I shot were so heavily pixelated they didn't even seem real.

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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.

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

What a bloody waste.

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

People don't know who their bloody neighbours are.

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

We used to have a mangle.

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.

it's time for change

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

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...

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

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

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

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

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

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.

A shiv in the guts.

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.

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

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!

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

It’s a simple reminiscence, but one that delights me more the older I get. We adults, in a failure of imagination, have forgotten how to build forts.

proud of the smell of his own forts id say

I remember a time when a pop star had a name you could pronounce

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profligacy is in the flutter

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no way that little kid got jimmy @ gmail

kid seems to have wandered into the Boer War so he's screwed no matter what

lucky there's a family guy

email addresses are a thing

- Mommy i got Greece on the radio!

- Well you’d better wipe it off then!

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kids be goin' places

My favorite version of this: nearly 20 years ago I was given the New Yorker Book of Food and Drink (whatever the title), which contained a bunch of stories from the magazine about food in chronological order of appearance. I swear every 10 years there was another story by a classic NYer writer about the death of French cuisine and that the current version was but a pale reflection of the classic cuisine of 20 years ago.

They'll be banning the dictionary next

We’ve been handing out bibles for almost 40 years. For the first time in my life I’m asking myself this question - I wonder how long it will be before this book is cancelled? I know it may seem like a silly thought but it’s really not. It’s just a matter of time. Frightening! pic.twitter.com/ikiDaHfDq5

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Scary!

i legit lolled at that

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Yes and you could kick a ball in the street, I know

Eating in it 50s sounds miserable

Assuming this is the UK, was there really no outdoor cooking? No BBQ?

eating raw fish was called poverty

none of us had ever heard of yoghurt

what did they do with pasta then??

It was harvested from trees iirc

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spaghetti-tree_hoax?wprov=sfla1

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tbf there was still rationing in the UK until 1954

Also the first Indian restaurant in the UK opened in 1810!

I've got a guidebook to Soho from the 50s which describes pizza as a round welsh rarebit.

Also the first Indian restaurant in the UK opened in 1810!

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Not only that but it was the world's first Indian restaurant

(i might be wrong about that, but I'm sure I read it somewhere that for whatever reason it was counted as the first actual Indian restuarant, but that's hard to believe)

Youd have thought idk some lad in delhi mightve considered the concept but it seems not

you would, but maybe indoor dining in the restaurant style as opposed to home cooking / street food just wasnt a thing? I dunno, I'm going off hearsay

So the guy who opened the first Indian restaurant (in the UK, definitely; in the West, probably; in the world, possibly) also introduced shampoo and shampooing to Europe... probably.

Shampoo does come from Hindi iirc

Back in the 50s they just used carbolic soap and water

Imagining the disgustingness of the English in a pre-shampoo era

Death cult this, death cult that, everything is a death cult these days. Where oh where are the sex cults of our youth? You point me out an honest sex cult today and I’ll eat my hat. Except the “P. C. Brigade" won’t allow us our hats any longer, oh no. The last time I dared wear a hat a pack of feral Youths broke into my foyer, stole the hat right off my head, and stabbed it with knife crime. I could hear them sneering as they ran off down the road, tossing the tattered shreds of my hat into the gutter, onto the rotted-out urine-soaked husk of Society.

Sex is out. Death is in.

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will no kids of today obsess over Nathanial Hawthorne?

We never had chicken of the sea. Chicken were strictly a land animal.

what about NXIVM, they seemed like a good old fashioned authoritarian, abusive sex cult

Used to be you could kick a child in the street. Where are all the children now? Indoors, staring slack jawed at their “Nintendos” and impregnating one another out of wedlock.

Unwed teenage mothers are literally booty dancing on the corpse of society while their babies do heroin with the “hip” new vicar.

And the absolute state of heroin these days!

Car dashboards used to be solid steel, meant to last.. now they're made out of Nerf! Gimme a break

Give me back my https://content.invisioncic.com/r277599/monthly_2017_11/1928-buick-master-6-model-48-dash.jpg.4520b9806f2ae764552e8909e863c314.jpg