They would gladly do the jobs only machines are willing to do!

On Fri, 27 Jun 2008 19:48:00 -0400, Scott in Florida wrote:

LOL! I was using the VAX at work to get on Usenet...

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
   I was happier then and I had nothin'. We used to
live in this tiny old house with great big holes in the roof.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
   House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live
in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, 'alf the floor was
missing, and we were all 'uddled together in one corner for fear of
falling.

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
   Eh, you were lucky to have a room! We used to have to live in t'
   corridor!

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
   Oh, we used to dream of livin' in a corridor! Would ha' been a palace
   to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got
   woke up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over
   us! House? Huh.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
   Well, when I say 'house' it was only a hole in the ground covered by a
   sheet of tarpaulin, but it was a house to us.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
   We were evicted from our 'ole in the ground; we 'ad to go and live in
   a lake.

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
   You were lucky to have a lake! There were a hundred and fifty of us
   living in t' shoebox in t' middle o' road.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
   Cardboard box?

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
   Aye.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
   You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic
   tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper
   bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen
   hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got
   home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.

SECOND YORKSHIREMAN:
   Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the
   morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour
   day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us
   to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!

THIRD YORKSHIREMAN:
   Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of
   shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We
   had two bits of cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at mill
   for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would
   slice us in two wit' bread knife.

FOURTH YORKSHIREMAN:
   Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an
   hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulphuric acid, work
   twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission
   to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would
   kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.

FIRST YORKSHIREMAN:
   And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't
   believe you.

ALL:
   They won't!