Happy birthday 🎂 - I was wishing a person of the female persuasion the same today, and I had to explain that I was over twice her age (she's 23).
She was kind, and said I looked younger than my years - I'd love to claim due to my youthful good looks fighting back the ravages of time, but apparently it's just that constantly getting fatter keeps the signs of ageing at bay, with taut skin from within largely eliminating wrinkles and sagging around the neck.
Yesterday I went on a boat trip at New Quay in Wales. As we pulled in to dock in the little harbour my mother in law (bless her) lost her lunch over the side of the boat together with her top set of teeth. As quick as a flash and sensing the opportunity to be the hero of the hour, I stripped-down to my pants and jumped in. Luckily, being on holiday, it was the first time in a year that I had new smalls on, so there was nothing to be worried about in a public display.
Anyway, after half an hour of hunting around the ocean bed I found the missing set. I rose to the surface like a triumphant pearl diver, held my arms aloft and waved the old lady's gnashers to the excited crowd that had gathered on the harbour wall. I must have looked something like a cross between Johnny Weissmuller and Nick Kamen, only a bit more handsome and dashing. Well, that's what I thought until I saw the pictures my wife had on her iPad of a fat balding bloke in a pair of water-stretched cackers, gurning as he waived some discoloured false teeth at a handful of onlookers.
For a short while I felt young, but reality struck when I saw the picture. That's when I feel old, when reality strikes.
Stig - absolutely brilliant, just spate my tea all over the desk. Take a bow !!
Yesterday I went on a boat trip at New Quay in Wales. As we pulled in to dock in the little harbour my mother in law (bless her) lost her lunch over the side of the boat together with her top set of teeth. As quick as a flash and sensing the opportunity to be the hero of the hour, I stripped-down to my pants and jumped in. Luckily, being on holiday, it was the first time in a year that I had new smalls on, so there was nothing to be worried about in a public display.
Anyway, after half an hour of hunting around the ocean bed I found the missing set. I rose to the surface like a triumphant pearl diver, held my arms aloft and waved the old lady's gnashers to the excited crowd that had gathered on the harbour wall. I must have looked something like a cross between Johnny Weissmuller and Nick Kamen, only a bit more handsome and dashing. Well, that's what I thought until I saw the pictures my wife had on her iPad of a fat balding bloke in a pair of water-stretched cackers, gurning as he waived some discoloured false teeth at a handful of onlookers.
For a short while I felt young, but reality struck when I saw the picture. That's when I feel old, when reality strikes.
Just received a final edition Yellow Pages (all 123 pages of it). A quick google reveals the concept first appeared in 1966 as a classified section of the directory. The thing is I pretty much remember all their adverts.
Let your fingers do the walking. It’s not just there for the bad things in life. Fly fishing by J. R. Hartley. Hello French Polishers? The James Nesbitt series ....
Belated Happy birthday, @Algarveaddick. It might help to remember that however old you are, you'll again never be as young as you are now. (You're about five weeks ahead of me)
I played one of my Dead Can Dance albums earlier and my son slated it for being dull and boring. My retort that it was cutting edge stuff didn't hold up to scrutiny though as it's 30 years old.
I played one of my Dead Can Dance albums earlier and my son slated it for being dull and boring. My retort that it was cutting edge stuff didn't hold up to scrutiny though as it's 30 years old.
Gawd, haven't heard of them for a long time, had one of their albums can't remember which one, really liked it.
I'm probably to old to understand this concept. But I think it will suit some who can't play real sport for whatever reason. One day so one will pay just to watch me work lathe.
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She was kind, and said I looked younger than my years - I'd love to claim due to my youthful good looks fighting back the ravages of time, but apparently it's just that constantly getting fatter keeps the signs of ageing at bay, with taut skin from within largely eliminating wrinkles and sagging around the neck.
A mere youngster!
Have a good one.
Let your fingers do the walking.
It’s not just there for the bad things in life.
Fly fishing by J. R. Hartley.
Hello French Polishers?
The James Nesbitt series ....
(You're about five weeks ahead of me)
It's in LA, around 5am UK time. Obviously my answer was "erm, I'll be asleep mate".
One day so one will pay just to watch me work lathe.