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24th January 2011, 06:32 PM #1
You know you're getting old when ...
Talk with your mates is no longer about how to pull chicks but is all about your super.
In your bedside table drawer there's no space any more for condoms. It's all heart meds, chol. meds, arthritis meds and meds whose purpose you no longer remember.
Your doc says these arthritis meds increase the risk of heart attack but at your age that's not a worry.
You're in the chemist and the minor serving offers you a senior's discount without asking.
In conversation with an ageing parent, they stop and ask, what were we talking about? and you can't answer.
Your financial advisor says you don't need to bother about life insurance any more.
You register for a new online forum and your finger gets tired clicking on the age pull-down list.
You make a witty comment in front of your kids and they look sideways at you.Cheers, Ern
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24th January 2011, 06:57 PM #2
I hired a ute to a tradie at Bunnies today and when I handed him the key I said "as Bob Dyer used to say, happy motoring". Needless to say I was met with a blank stare, not only from the tradie but also from the register operator and about four other people lined up at the register.
To grow old is inevitable.... To grow up is optional
Confidence, the feeling you have before you fully understand the situation.
What could possibly go wrong.
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24th January 2011, 07:55 PM #3
I was reminded today of the chemists' scales where you put a penny in the slot to weigh yourself.
Also of drying cabinets that preceeded tumble dryersTom
"It's good enough" is low aim
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24th January 2011, 08:53 PM #4
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24th January 2011, 09:17 PM #5Jim Carroll
One Good Turn Deserves Another. CWS, Vicmarc, Robert Sorby, Woodcut, Tormek, Woodfast
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24th January 2011, 10:42 PM #6
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24th January 2011, 10:45 PM #7
I can remember individual slate boards for the students at the school I attended.
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24th January 2011, 10:54 PM #8Of course truth is stranger than fiction.
Fiction has to make sense. - Mark Twain
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24th January 2011, 11:23 PM #9
Or like me this morning, roll over to turn the alarm off, only to fall out of bed
. Unfortunately it was via my head on the sideboard corner, then half unconcious, shoulder and knee to the hard floor
. I'm going to have a killer black eye tomorrow
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Neil____________________________________________Every day presents an opportunity to learn something new
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25th January 2011, 07:51 AM #10
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25th January 2011, 08:10 AM #11anne-maria.
Tea Lady
(White with none)
Follow my little workshop/gallery on facebook. things of clay and wood.
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25th January 2011, 08:44 AM #12
And what was BP colloquially known as .... ?
Cheers, Ern
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25th January 2011, 08:54 AM #13
I hired a car at Melbourne airport and I only made it no hiring to 76 +
At Manly swimming pool in the change room was a machine that you inserted a threepenny piece into .....pushed a lever and received a dab of Brylcream
BP = British petroleum
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25th January 2011, 06:18 PM #14
Who remembers Golden Fleece and Stanley??
I remember: When telegrams were delivered by hand
When most of the stuphph you had prescribed by the doctor was
actually fabricated by the chemist.
When the pharmacist was called the chemist.
When sliced bread was unheard of.
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25th January 2011, 07:14 PM #15
I remember the milk cart, the ice cart, the night cart, bread being delivered and two mail deliveries a day and one on Saturday.
To grow old is inevitable.... To grow up is optional
Confidence, the feeling you have before you fully understand the situation.
What could possibly go wrong.
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