Ignore her mate. It's not like she's got any room to talk is it? Well, not a right lot anyways? ;)
I am so dead!
N x xx ;)
Mrs Gu comes home dressed in a twin-set and pearls :scared:
The dust settles on the backs of my hands whilst waiting for chat in the chatroom..
Someone replies to a post of ours - 2 years after its been posted....
The cobwebs in my head are distrubed by a thought process.....
My son tells me that my i-phone is ancient technology.......
Turned-up flared prince of wales check trousers return to fashion......
My car can be entered for the veteran & vintage run to Brighton.....
:doh:
The mother of a pupil of mine enjoyed her 40th birthday yesterday. It occurred to me after the lesson that the night I played my first paid gig, this lady was one week old! Ouch!!!
Missy make me laff out loud. And uve made minx feel much better about her white eyelashes.
Oh BD thats bad so very very bad. lol
Im so old I remember the adverts warning us of the number of people killed running for buses.
The last time I ran for a bus....I realised half way through my undignified wobbling jog that all I was doing was trying to get to work earlier...as I said the last time I ran for a bus
And as for old....pipe, slippers, 'tache....all present and correct...I'm 'king ancient me
Just a line to say I'm living,
that I'm not among the dead,
though I'm getting more forgetful
and mixed up in the head.
I got used to my arthritis,
to my dentures I'm resigned,
I can manage my bifocals
but God I miss my mind,
For sometimes I can't remember,
when I stand at the foot of the stairs,
if I must go up for something,
or have just come down from there.
And before the fridge so often,
my poor mind is filled with doubt,
have I just put food away,
or have I come to take some out?
And there's the time when it is dark
with my nightcap on my head,
I don't know if I'm retiring,
or just getting out of bed.
So if it's my turn to write to you,
there's no need for getting sore,
I may think that I have written
and don't want to be a bore.
So, remember that I love you
and wish that you were near
but now it's nearly mail time
so I must say good-bye dear,
There I stand beside the mailbox
with a face so very red,
instead of mailing you my letter,
I opened it instead!
Author Unknown
Watching 'Gene Hunt' and realizing, My god - That's me, 70's man, Agghhh!
Same again?
As I look in the mirror, I’m a road map of lines
My eyes are all bloodshot, It's a sign of the times
When did it happen, I really don't know
When more grey hairs than brown ones decided to grow
My head is still pounding, can't remember last night
And the 60 watt bulb seems ever so bright
I am aching all over with my chest feeling rough
But a fag and a coffee sorts me out soon enough
Day and night sessions take a toll in due course
Shapes a body well ravaged with much room for remorse
I should make some changes, give up smoking and beer
Start a healthy new lifestyle and get my self clear
I must fend off temptations that won’t let me be
Find a way that results in a much fitter me
I will get some fresh air, Rid my head of this fog
(Then I might just pop in for a hair of the dog)
Rob
blue rinse
Sassy, if you are feeling old, sweeze me!