My Dad’s Dad was a Leather tanner.

My Mum’s Step-dad was a Steel Worker until he was crippled by an horrific accident.

How about this line?

That your poor old granddad
Had to sweat to buy you, baby

Handbags and Gladrags

Stereophonics

Ever see a blind man cross the road
Trying to make the other side?
Ever seen a young girl growing old
Trying to make herself a bride?

So what becomes of you, my love?
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old granddad
Had to sweat to buy you, baby

Once I was a young man
And all I thought I had to do was smile
Well, you are still a young girl
And you’ve borne everything in style

So once you think you’re in, you’re out
‘Cause you don’t mean a single thing without
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old granddad
Had to sweat to buy you

Sing a song of six-pence for your sake
And drink a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
And bake ’em all in a pie

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old granddad
Had to sweat to buy, oh-woah

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all away
The handbags and the gladrags
That your poor old granddad
Had to sweat to buy you

OK?

The only meal that I EVER remember my Dad cooking for his 3 children was Stovies. He used potatoes and salted water. NOTHING ELSE. It was his Deep Mid-Winter meal to warm us all up.

I tried to watch the What’s For Tea lady (previous video post) cooking Stovies and flipped. Onions? Carrots? MEAT? Posh or What?

Ever see a blind man cross the road
Trying to make the other side?

No. Jesus. Help me. I need MORE money to buy Italian leather shoes and a fancy car and my weekly manicure and – and – and…….

Go and perform an impossible anatomical act on yourself ?

Sheesh.