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Working Class and Proud! Sharing Childhood Memories!


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I use to dream my days away wishing I could listen to ghost stories, we were that poor we couldnt afford them. Constipation, we were taken on to the Manor fields and our bums were shoved through a hole in a wall and told that the Bull was looking for a Cow, so you can guess what that made me do, sometimes before I had time to take my brown paper trousers off. The rather stiff wind to-day blew my roof off, we are going to cover it in tissue, shows you nothing really changes Crookesey. Mmm detached box my you must be really wealthy!!

 

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