You were lucky ,we used to dream of having coffee in our house.

We used to have to listen to music through a compost heap

^ Luxury.

When I were a lad, we were forced to listen to music while standing in a compost heap, naked, in the freezing cold and had to play our records using our tongue as a stylus.

Tongues?

You lucky bastard , we had to share a stump between the 10 of us

A compost heap? luck lucky people. We did'nt have a garden only a cardboard box-10 of us there were...

I can't believe how privileged you people were growing up. When I wanted to listen to music as a kid I had to run as fast as possible over combs to reach the speed of sound and for each mile I would hear one note of my favourite song. I never got to hear the whole thing.

I don't keep me money in no bank, I keep it an old sock in a jar buried in the back yard so the great depression doesn't take it away