When I'm looking at new mobile phones and remembering when I had to walk half a mile to the nearsest phonebox to make a call, with no guarantee that the receiver would be attached to the cord.:)
When I'm looking at new mobile phones and remembering when I had to walk half a mile to the nearsest phonebox to make a call, with no guarantee that the receiver would be attached to the cord.:)
Haha, but the one thing you could guarantee... the smell.
When you stumble on a thread from before we added the Reactions options.
“Grandad, tell me about the early days of the internet when all you could do was type and read stuff? How did you sarcastically laugh out loud to people you didn’t like, or like what someone else wrote? How did you manage to just be ‘nice’ to other people and not get into another argument all because someone didn’t like a post of yours from 7 years ago and you’ve been waiting for your moment all that time? The internet in the olden days grandad sounded bare shit”
Bumping old threads where the lovely kind but late of this parish March51 had previously posted . His son has said that he finds it hard when he says he sees his Dad’s posts. Must be very tricky seeing them. But he doesn’t post on here much, maybe due to the bumps?
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.
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.
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“Grandad, tell me about the early days of the internet when all you could do was type and read stuff? How did you sarcastically laugh out loud to people you didn’t like, or like what someone else wrote? How did you manage to just be ‘nice’ to other people and not get into another argument all because someone didn’t like a post of yours from 7 years ago and you’ve been waiting for your moment all that time? The internet in the olden days grandad sounded bare shit”
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.
Charlene from Neighbours is 50 and Annie Porter from Speed is now 54. Rachel from Friends is 49:
a) how did this happen?!
b) Yes, yes and yes, emphatically.
Gary Lineker, 57. He only just took over from Des Lynam so clearly can't get my head around this.
Wayne Rooney's entire football career has nearly finished. Promising youngster Kevin Lisbie is 39, still looks 15 though.