Right, I had to get up …

So after The Consul’s magnum opus on the early days of his drinking I felt like Eric Idle in the Four Yorkshiremen sketch, so the gauntlet has been laid down and I will be back tomorrow night with more. Unfortunately, I can predict now it will a much shorter exposition.

Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing ‘Hallelujah.’