Haha. It's funny you should say that, but last year I was putting together a scrapbook/photo album in celebration of my Mum's 90th birthday and I did include some Green Shield stamps and Coop Divi stamps acquired from ebay
When after a tremendous victory away to Hayes over 60s this morning, the WhatsApp tennis group discussion is all about usage of heat pads and the need for a soak in a hot bath, followed by a kip.
I booked my booster jab on line and wrote down the details on a post it note, i.e. time, 8 digit code and date. When I turned up this morning there was a problem. In the end I handed my note to the receptionist who read my notes back to me - turns out I was a week early.
I made no eye contact with the people who'd began to queue behind me. It seemed like a long walk back.
When I started to watch football games around 1998 I was only 11 years old. I got seriously into football in 2000 and started to watch the Premier League. As a teenager I absolutely liked/admired those players like Michael Owen, Steven Gerrard, Joe Cole, Darren Bent, etc. As I got older I noticed good players that caught my eye were getting younger and younger. I gradually stopped having the 'admiring' feelings towards them, simply appreciation. That was when I started to feel I'm getting old.
Last night I was watching the England game and the commentator said Walker is the oldest player in the squad who was born in 1990. I was like 'wow' (I was born in 1987). And then I noticed Mount whom I've read many good things about in the past few months but never seen play before. He was really impressive. Great great player. Then I looked him up and saw he was born in 1999, 12 years younger than myself - in Chinese culture 12 years are one full zodiac cycle meaning a whole generation. I really really feel old......
Just wait until you're old enough to be one of the team's Mum. Or worse, most of the team's Mum. Thankfully while Pearce and Watson are on the scene I'm safe from being old enough to being the entire squad's Mum.
When you go into work and there are very attractive women around, you realise they are between 1 and 5 years post graduation and you are old enough to be an older dad for them
Blessed with naturally good looks, I've never felt the need to worry too much about clothes or fashion. I'm sure those Lifers that know me would be able to testify to the second part of that, if not the first. Anyway, as I've aged, I've found that my minimal interest in matters sartorial has diminished to the point of complete indifference; I simply couldn't give a fuck about what I look like. It's a wonderful place to get to, so liberating. My clothes choice criteria are strictly limited to, what's available, what's comfortable, what's clean? And if the truth be known, the third of those is increasingly looking like a restriction too far. Considerations like, 'does this match' and 'does this look old fashioned' and even 'is this appropriate' have gone out of the window. My current attire of choice is jogging bottoms with hiking boots. Just a year ago this combination would have been unthinkable, but now I revel in the devil may care sense of independence that such a pairing gives. I'm very much looking forward to the summer though to try out the fabled sock/sandal amalgam, it looks ideal for a man like me. There are some real benefits to old age.
Blessed with naturally good looks, I've never felt the need to worry too much about clothes or fashion. I'm sure those Lifers that know me would be able to testify to the second part of that, if not the first. Anyway, as I've aged, I've found that my minimal interest in matters sartorial has diminished to the point of complete indifference; I simply couldn't give a fuck about what I look like. It's a wonderful place to get to, so liberating. My clothes choice criteria are strictly limited to, what's available, what's comfortable, what's clean? And if the truth be known, the third of those is increasingly looking like a restriction too far. Considerations like, 'does this match' and 'does this look old fashioned' and even 'is this appropriate' have gone out of the window. My current attire of choice is jogging bottoms with hiking boots. Just a year ago this combination would have been unthinkable, but now I revel in the devil may care sense of independence that such a pairing gives. I'm very much looking forward to the summer though to try out the fabled sock/sandal amalgam, it looks ideal for a man like me. There are some real benefits to old age.
Blessed with naturally good looks, I've never felt the need to worry too much about clothes or fashion. I'm sure those Lifers that know me would be able to testify to the second part of that, if not the first. Anyway, as I've aged, I've found that my minimal interest in matters sartorial has diminished to the point of complete indifference; I simply couldn't give a fuck about what I look like. It's a wonderful place to get to, so liberating. My clothes choice criteria are strictly limited to, what's available, what's comfortable, what's clean? And if the truth be known, the third of those is increasingly looking like a restriction too far. Considerations like, 'does this match' and 'does this look old fashioned' and even 'is this appropriate' have gone out of the window. My current attire of choice is jogging bottoms with hiking boots. Just a year ago this combination would have been unthinkable, but now I revel in the devil may care sense of independence that such a pairing gives. I'm very much looking forward to the summer though to try out the fabled sock/sandal amalgam, it looks ideal for a man like me. There are some real benefits to old age.
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You know you’re getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.
I made no eye contact with the people who'd began to queue behind me. It seemed like a long walk back.
I always decline but some are insistent. I'm only 55