Fun? Fun?? Ee, you were soft, lad. Soft. Back in my day, we didn't have fun. We didn't even know what it was. Up at birdfart, down t'mill t'pick asbestos, polystyrene for lunch then oop chimney t' clear bodies out. Back 'ome f'tea of dead fleas, and then dad would throw mam on t'fire. And we was better for it.