Ray Dawson
Thursday 17th January 2008 3:35pm
Bradford, Yorkshire
1,347 posts
Houses and sheds? You lot don’t know you’re born. I was dragged up in a pallet, not a full pallet tha nos! Just a couple o bits o wood really. 12 on us under two bits o wood, I was so hungry once I had to eat me own leg! Chewed one of me brothers eyeballs for pudding. Nike trainers? We’d nowt like that. Clogs! That’s all we had, nor even a pair! Just the one. I’d eaten me left leg and t clog were right! It were a size 5 and I were a 7, I’d to let me brothers chew me toes off to make it fit. We didn’t complain, we were happy. We’d spend hours and hours playing hopscotch and havin three legged races, hide n seek, hide t’ clog! They were great times. We’d siphon petrol out o cars to drink, then set fire to us breath to keep warm, we’d no clothes, just an old sack, no parents, they pissed off and left us before we were born, but they were great times. A vicar come by one day and asked why we weren’t in church, it were a Sunday. I said why the f**k should we go to church to thank God for givin us f**k all? Then we et im. But all said and done, we’ve not done too bad. Everything we’ve got out of life, we’ve got us selves, no help, no handouts, no bloody schooling. Most of us are dead now. I’ve a sister doing alright, she works as a tart, putting it about like! I’ve a brother working as a policeman and a half brother working for some toff in the country as a support, I say half brother cos we et most of him, he’s supporting t’ dining table it t’toffs country house, just the right height. And me, I’ve not done too bad. I’m a politician.
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