When you drop your bookmark on the station platform and as you struggle to bend down to pick it up, a woman who you are sure is a lot older than you nimbly reaches down and picks it up for you
A mixed tape could be for a lover, a friend or yourself. It would take patience, time, devotion and love. LPs and records scoured, albums borrowed, tracks selected and then taped onto a brand new C60 or C90 cassette.
When finally complete it could be used in the car audio system to impress your passengers or presented to your lover or friend in an act of total selfless devotion. A representation of your sensitivity and dedication.
Nowadays a playlist can be made in minutes and shared online in seconds. All very clever, but where is the love man?
A mixed tape could be for a lover, a friend or yourself. It would take patience, time, devotion and love. LPs and records scoured, albums borrowed, tracks selected and then taped onto a brand new C60 or C90 cassette.
When finally complete it could be used in the car audio system to impress your passengers or presented to your lover or friend in an act of total selfless devotion. A representation of your sensitivity and dedication.
Nowadays a playlist can be made in minutes and shared online in seconds. All very clever, but where is the love man?
I still treasure the 1967 Summer of Love compilation tape I made in 1983, an inspired selection of songs and sequencing. It's 20 years since I had a tape machine to play it! Oh and my kids still laugh about the flowers I drew on the title sleeve
When you drop a twenty pound note and as the wind dictates where and how fast it blows, you know letting it go and risk losing it is a better option than chasing it.
I’m getting old and slow - sparring with my 16 year old son, dropped my guard for a second - the body punch he landed has resulted in him fracturing 3 of my ribs. Shameful.
I’m getting old and slow - sparring with my 16 year old son, dropped my guard for a second - the body punch he landed has resulted in him fracturing 3 of my ribs. Shameful.
I won't do that anymore. My boy is bigger than me, does martial arts and thinks it's really funny to get me pinned on the floor pleading with mum to make him stop.
I’m getting old and slow - sparring with my 16 year old son, dropped my guard for a second - the body punch he landed has resulted in him fracturing 3 of my ribs. Shameful.
Sorry to hear that mate but glad you shared it so we can avoid making you laugh .
I’m getting old and slow - sparring with my 16 year old son, dropped my guard for a second - the body punch he landed has resulted in him fracturing 3 of my ribs. Shameful.
I won't do that anymore. My boy is bigger than me, does martial arts and thinks it's really funny to get me pinned on the floor pleading with mum to make him stop.
Same my boy is taller than me and weighs more. Can’t get the better of him nowadays.
Still, forcing him to watch Charlton is lifetime punishment for his actions.
@ricky_otto and @Baldybonce, thank you for posting, I feel better about myself now. For as long as I can remember my eldest has had a real thing about beating dad. At about fifteen or sixteen he beat me in a mess about wrestle for the first time. At the timeI thought, 'that's it - he's done it - there's nothing to prove anymore - it'll stop'. How wrong I was. For the next two years beating me was like an obsession with him. We were pretty evenly matched; he won some, I won some. But by eighteen he was bigger and better than me and I never won another 'bout'. I thought 'there'll be no fun now that he's winning all the time, it'll end soon'. But still he wouldn't stop. He'll be 24 this month, and there's nothing cheers him up in a bored moment like beating dad. The other day he put me in a half nelson and lifted me off the floor - the pain in my shoulder! But he just laughs and calls me a wuss. He's got a friend who's in a wheelchair as the result of a motorbike accident. His friend is going on a course called combat for wheelchair users. And guess what? My son says, "I'm going along with him. How much fun will that be being able to fight sitting in a chair". Oh no, I sense that I won't be free of this even when he's sitting down now. I always thought I'd been a pretty good dad to him, but I must have been a real bastard in a past life to get all this.
@ricky_otto and @Baldybonce, thank you for posting, I feel better about myself now. For as long as I can remember my eldest has had a real thing about beating dad. At about fifteen or sixteen he beat me in a mess about wrestle for the first time. At the timeI thought, 'that's it - he's done it - there's nothing to prove anymore - it'll stop'. How wrong I was. For the next two years beating me was like an obsession with him. We were pretty evenly matched; he won some, I won some. But by eighteen he was bigger and better than me and I never won another 'bout'. I thought 'there'll be no fun now that he's winning all the time, it'll end soon'. But still he wouldn't stop. He'll be 24 this month, and there's nothing cheers him up in a bored moment like beating dad. The other day he put me in a half nelson and lifted me off the floor - the pain in my shoulder! But he just laughs and calls me a wuss. He's got a friend who's in a wheelchair as the result of a motorbike accident. His friend is going on a course called combat for wheelchair users. And guess what? My son says, "I'm going along with him. How much fun will that be being able to fight sitting in a chair". Oh no, I sense that I won't be free of this even when he's sitting down now. I always thought I'd been a pretty good dad to him, but I must have been a real bastard in a past life to get all this.
Try wriggling yourself into a position where you can get a tenner out of your pocket. It works sometimes but my boy is only 15.
@ricky_otto and @Baldybonce, thank you for posting, I feel better about myself now. For as long as I can remember my eldest has had a real thing about beating dad. At about fifteen or sixteen he beat me in a mess about wrestle for the first time. At the timeI thought, 'that's it - he's done it - there's nothing to prove anymore - it'll stop'. How wrong I was. For the next two years beating me was like an obsession with him. We were pretty evenly matched; he won some, I won some. But by eighteen he was bigger and better than me and I never won another 'bout'. I thought 'there'll be no fun now that he's winning all the time, it'll end soon'. But still he wouldn't stop. He'll be 24 this month, and there's nothing cheers him up in a bored moment like beating dad. The other day he put me in a half nelson and lifted me off the floor - the pain in my shoulder! But he just laughs and calls me a wuss. He's got a friend who's in a wheelchair as the result of a motorbike accident. His friend is going on a course called combat for wheelchair users. And guess what? My son says, "I'm going along with him. How much fun will that be being able to fight sitting in a chair". Oh no, I sense that I won't be free of this even when he's sitting down now. I always thought I'd been a pretty good dad to him, but I must have been a real bastard in a past life to get all this.
My boy is going to get Servere punishment - I’m going to plant a pile of pornos under his bed (something like 50+ housewives or attitude magazine) and a box of Kleenex. Next time his mates are around they will be discovering them.
@DaveMehmet - can I borrow from your collection (the mags, not the tissues).
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A mixed tape could be for a lover, a friend or yourself. It would take patience, time, devotion and love. LPs and records scoured, albums borrowed, tracks selected and then taped onto a brand new C60 or C90 cassette.
When finally complete it could be used in the car audio system to impress your passengers or presented to your lover or friend in an act of total selfless devotion. A representation of your sensitivity and dedication.
Nowadays a playlist can be made in minutes and shared online in seconds. All very clever, but where is the love man?
It's 20 years since I had a tape machine to play it!
Oh and my kids still laugh about the flowers I drew on the title sleeve
pup all night...... going to the toilet for a pathetic dribble-piss.
Still, forcing him to watch Charlton is lifetime punishment for his actions.
@DaveMehmet - can I borrow from your collection (the mags, not the tissues).