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Thread ID: 101350	2009-07-11 04:33:00	Nice Retirement Package........	SurferJoe46 (51)	PC World Chat

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790846	2009-07-14 18:48:00	Yeah - there still exist a few here and there. Not much on the "here" part as mostly on the "there" part. But yes, they still exist and I was seriously dating myself on the coin required to even get an operator now. I think the slots are for Krugerrands, Australian 'Roos, and Canadian Maples.	SurferJoe46 (51)
790847	2009-07-14 22:21:00	LUXURY!! When I was a lad, we didn't even have phone booths! We had to use two tin cans and a piece of string. And 't tin cans weren't tin - they were old toilet paper roll centres, stolen from 't local posh hotel. And the string wasn't string - we 'ad to get a dead cat from 't tip and use the cat gut! (you'll have to imagine the Yorkshire accent...) :)LUXURY!! When my father wanted to call someone he made us run all the way to the recipient, no matter where in the country they were, to pass on his message. Then we'd have to run back to pass on the reply. If we wanted shoes then we'd have to go to the zoo, fight a tiger, skin it, and make tiger-skin shoes. It became difficult if he wanted to call Australia... swimming accross the Tasman sea was kinda perilous. And you think you had it tough!	Greg (193)
790848	2009-07-15 06:36:00	You had it easy, we weren't allowed to swim, that was for the rich kids who were allowed to breathe. We had to crawl along the ocean floor, cleaning it as we went, and bring back the reply before it got light.	R2x1 (4628)
790849	2009-07-15 08:06:00	I had to cycle to school on a bike with no wheels, sometimes when the rag and bone man was about we could beg some square wheels but then we needed the rest of the bike to put them on.	gary67 (56)
790850	2009-07-15 18:22:00	Youse guys slay me! Really! Youse don't even KNOW what it was to be me! I used to have to get up before sunrise and if there wasn't any wood for the fire, I hadda go out, pushing the cabin door open against the snowbank, and go to the woodshed and chop some - then bring it in to warm the house for my parents to get up. I then had to crawl and hop through the deep snow in my bare feet to the bank of the river and crack the ice to get to the water to rinse out my own diapers (NZ=nappies).	SurferJoe46 (51)
790851	2009-07-18 04:34:00	Well... R2x1 didn't quite understand the perils we faced swimming accross the Tasman. My dad used to tie a shark to our feet to make us hurry. A hungry shark. A hungry great white shark. And in the cause of the defense of New Zealand's anti-nuclear policy he made us attack any foreign nuclear warships with our teeth. And... we had to swallow a quarter of the sea to make undersea obstacles more visible to seagoing navigation.	Greg (193)
790852	2009-07-18 08:34:00	Ah you rich people - allowed to drink sea water whenever you want - having feet - allowed to play with sharks. Luxury. You young people had it easy. While we were delivering the mail to Australia we had to make the Tasman sea by biting out the rock, chewing it 100 times and taking it down to the mill where the powdered rock was made into dirt for rich people's shoes. It was worse when letters had to go to America. The Pacific took a lot of chewing and nearly ruined my teeth.	R2x1 (4628)
790853	2009-07-18 09:24:00	You had a rock to chew on? Luxury! We only had an active volcano to chew on. The searing heat burnt us to such a degree that we had no skin, and if there was any trace of skin left our dad would flay us with his whip until we bled near to death. And in the unlikely event that we survived he'd still make us swim the Tasman sea. And that was a relief!	Greg (193)
790854	2009-07-18 10:39:00	We had a lot of rock to chew on - that's how the Tasman Alps became the Tasman Sea. And not allowed to swallow even one grain. And who do you think had to tunnel through the earth each night to get firewood from the Sahara and burn hills just so you could have your hot meals?	R2x1 (4628)
790855	2009-07-18 17:17:00	Hot meals eh. The closest we got to a hot meal was an orca from Antactica. Our dad wouldn't allow us to catch the local ones. We had to catch it with our hands, rip out it's liver with fingers, and eat it raw. If we were lucky!	Greg (193)
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