Underwear

They had to be cheaper in the long run than these disposable things, which you said everywhere you go you find some dirty bugger has just dumped it instead of taking it home! 

And they're supposed to take 500 yrs to break down in landfill as well. I remember somebody telling me about a visit to a farm where they were given lovely egg banjos, and while they were eating them the farmer's wife changed the baby's terry nappy and shook the contents out into the yard where the chickens rushed to gobble it up. They all looked at their egg banjos in a different light afterwards! 😆 

Yesteryear a top practice fer spoortsmen n strength athletes wuz ta break 3 raw eggs inta ayfe o pint o sherry, whisk it up wi a fork n neck it in one. Seems ta be a thing o the past these days. Now thi buy that protein powder that comes in big fukk off tubs n costs a fukkin fortune. Basically all it is is skimmed milk powder but that obviously dunt av a pic of a brick shitouse bodybuilder on the label! All adout mekkin ackers!

I can't be bothered with shite like that Dave, eat well and work hard and the results show themselves!

Basics allus best Bob!

It's a shame some don't stick by it Dave!

If it,s not on the laptop or mobile phone these days Bob, no fukker iz interested!

Trouble is Dave, they can't see that this lazy lifestyle is slowly killing them, that was another plus for national service it gave them the kick up the arse to exercise! I know a lot of regular service people don't like the idea. But you got to look at the long term benefits, and modern society doesn't see that!

The trouble with their ideas for national service is partly the options, where you can serve 12 months in the forces or do 1 weekend a month of litter picking or suchlike. What youngster is going to opt for 12 months of hard soldiering when he can do 12 weekends of poncing around with his mates in yellow jackets. Also if they refuse to do either there's no planned penalty like large fines or borstal, just let them go back to their handsets and beds! I would guess the majority these days will take the refusal option and just carry on leeching from the bank of Mum and Dad, and of course they won't want to miss out on their 3 yr rite of passage doing some shite 'degree' in sports science and philosophy or some such bollocks while running up a lifetime debt of tens of thousands. I reckon if they're going to bring it in they will have to go harder, only excusing those on real degree courses such as medicine and with some form of punishment or financial penalty for refusal, and the youngsters will find they benefit from the experience and come out better human beings for it!

Cerrainly be a massive kick up the arse for em! Be advised  ta tek plenty o tissues! 😭 

Know where your coming from Pat, just another good idea completely ballsed up by a Government who have never thought it through mate.

That's because only about 2 of them have ever served and have any idea of what it entails unlike 50 or so yrs ago where a large number of MP's had served and many had seen combat!

The kunts live in a world that dunt inlude tinternet, dope, central heating n all mod cons wud cause em ta commit suicide! Az a nipper our fridge wuz a bucket o cowd watter ta keep the milk in at the top o the cellar stone steps, weshin machine a big zinc tub, posher n big fukk off ringer used like firin an owd fukkin gattlin gun. No dog n bone so if tha wanted ta call fer thi mates tha went n knocked on their fukkin door!

As kids we used to shout through each others letter boxes Dave, then we all set out to slide down the pit heaps on pieces of wriggly tin bent up at the front end. Then back home for a smacked arse for getting your clothes dirty. Then the indignity of standing by the outside tap bollocky buff for a scrubbing down with cold water to get the muck off. Always remember me mam saying "Ya Fatha's come yem from the pit cleaner than you ya little bugga!

Used to do the same on the quarry spoil heaps on Portland, leaping off the bent wriggly tin sledge before it hit the pile of 10 ton stone blocks at the bottom and tearing the arse out of our shorts for a beating off mum when we got in. Then having butter rubbed in our hair to get the tar and grease out from playing on the old cranes and other machinery. Then there was the time I went up to my chest in the slurry pit behind the stone cutting factory after betting my mate I could walk on it. Another hammering after trudging home leaving a white limestone trail like a snail behind me, great days indeed! 😀