- Author: RFM
- Categories: prose
Once Upon A Lime
In the days when "the pound" was something more than repeatedly banging one's head against a brick wall, when "a pump" was an item of footwear or at its most shocking an implement to introduce air into a bicycle wheel inner tube. The colloquialism becomes clearer. In the far off days when an Englishman's home was his arsehole and it cost 2/6 for a slap up meal, two dance tickets for the Palais, a hotel in Mayfair and a community chance. When men AND women gave their lives for the cause and the cause of the cause looked on helpless with laughter. Well in those far-off happy sunny days... Things were so different.
Oh, and don't forget the hangings! Once nightly with a matinee on Saturdays...
I used to love that Albert Pierrepoint...
