This morning I sent 4 messages to my family Whatsapp group - none of which have merited a response from my nearest and dearest.
I have realised for a while that I talk to myself more and more as I age, but now it seems I'm also doing it by text.
My boys hardly ever respond to what’s app messages on our group, unless they are talking amongst themselves. The only time of late that they did reply was a week ago when I asked for some ideas on what they want for Christmas. All 3 replied “Money” not even a please. I’ve since left said what app group and no mention of it from them. . They will get their money ..:.£1 each. That will we teach them for buying me presents like lynx Africa and cheap aftershave called….Bondage (one of them actually did that a few years ago), no doubt purchased from some shitty market.
This morning I sent 4 messages to my family Whatsapp group - none of which have merited a response from my nearest and dearest.
I have realised for a while that I talk to myself more and more as I age, but now it seems I'm also doing it by text.
My boys hardly ever respond to what’s app messages on our group, unless they are talking amongst themselves. The only time of late that they did reply was a week ago when I asked for some ideas on what they want for Christmas. All 3 replied “Money” not even a please. I’ve since left said what app group and no mention of it from them. . They will get their money ..:.£1 each. That will we teach them for buying me presents like lynx Africa and cheap aftershave called….Bondage (one of them actually did that a few years ago), no doubt purchased from some shitty market.
A friend of mine who was always generous with presents got fed up with the ungrateful greed from his church going family, so he bought each family member their own ‘goat for Africa’. Lovely picture of ‘their’ goat and updates going forward presented after Christmas lunch. Apparently Christmas pud was a quiet event.
This morning I sent 4 messages to my family Whatsapp group - none of which have merited a response from my nearest and dearest.
I have realised for a while that I talk to myself more and more as I age, but now it seems I'm also doing it by text.
My boys hardly ever respond to what’s app messages on our group, unless they are talking amongst themselves. The only time of late that they did reply was a week ago when I asked for some ideas on what they want for Christmas. All 3 replied “Money” not even a please. I’ve since left said what app group and no mention of it from them. . They will get their money ..:.£1 each. That will we teach them for buying me presents like lynx Africa and cheap aftershave called….Bondage (one of them actually did that a few years ago), no doubt purchased from some shitty market.
A friend of mine who was always generous with presents got fed up with the ungrateful greed from his church going family, so he bought each family member their own ‘goat for Africa’. Lovely picture of ‘their’ goat and updates going forward presented after Christmas lunch. Apparently Christmas pud was a quiet event.
While watching the rugby on TV, a player who you remember as young and fresh faced, making his debut for his club, (Danny Care), is described by the commentary as a veteran.
This morning I sent 4 messages to my family Whatsapp group - none of which have merited a response from my nearest and dearest.
I have realised for a while that I talk to myself more and more as I age, but now it seems I'm also doing it by text.
My boys hardly ever respond to what’s app messages on our group, unless they are talking amongst themselves. The only time of late that they did reply was a week ago when I asked for some ideas on what they want for Christmas. All 3 replied “Money” not even a please. I’ve since left said what app group and no mention of it from them. . They will get their money ..:.£1 each. That will we teach them for buying me presents like lynx Africa and cheap aftershave called….Bondage (one of them actually did that a few years ago), no doubt purchased from some shitty market.
A friend of mine who was always generous with presents got fed up with the ungrateful greed from his church going family, so he bought each family member their own ‘goat for Africa’. Lovely picture of ‘their’ goat and updates going forward presented after Christmas lunch. Apparently Christmas pud was a quiet event.
The final update they got must have gone down even worse. I remember having a goat curry in Abuja once, very nice it was too though having to spit out the grissle and chopped up bones that were thrown into the dish did take away some of the enjoyment.
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.
Just restrain yourself if you develop a liking for salmon coloured slacks.
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.
Just restrain yourself if you develop a liking for salmon coloured slacks.
Reading the youth cup thread and realising the first youth cup game I went to was 14 years ago when we beat Sheff Utd 6-0. Some of that team are in their 30s. That team included Shelvey, Solly and Wagstaff.
Reading the youth cup thread and realising the first youth cup game I went to was 14 years ago when we beat Sheff Utd 6-0. Some of that team are in their 30s. That team included Shelvey, Solly and Wagstaff.
When you realise your first youth cup game was 35 years ago and the players are in their 50's...
Reading the youth cup thread and realising the first youth cup game I went to was 14 years ago when we beat Sheff Utd 6-0. Some of that team are in their 30s. That team included Shelvey, Solly and Wagstaff.
When you realise your first youth cup game was 35 years ago and the players are in their 50's...
And some have grandsons who are professional footballers?...
When you watch a fa youth cup game, see someone called Hinshelwood is playing for the opposition and can remember both a Martin and Paul Hinshelwood playing for Palace.
And then realising that the kid playing for Brighton is actually the grandson of Paul!
I'm not sure how long this has been going on as it is quite subliminal, but I've recently realised that my donning trousers routine includes getting into position with good balance followed by the words 1, 2, 3, Aaeee up-arrh.
It's a bit like performing a circus trick. The 1 2 3 replacing a drum roll and the up-arrh a smart rap on the hi hat symbol as my foot appears at the other end. Not really a problem at home, but if I've been doing this at the swimming baths there may have been a few raised eyebrows in adjacent cubicles.
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Apparently Christmas pud was a quiet event.
https://www.moss.co.uk/moss-1851-tailored-fit-salmon-stretch-chino-966558114
Ian Wright's grandson (and son of Shaun) made his debut today for Stoke.
You have them delivered and you are on first name terms with the Pharmacy lady her delivers them!
And then realising that the kid playing for Brighton is actually the grandson of Paul!
It's a bit like performing a circus trick. The 1 2 3 replacing a drum roll and the up-arrh a smart rap on the hi hat symbol as my foot appears at the other end. Not really a problem at home, but if I've been doing this at the swimming baths there may have been a few raised eyebrows in adjacent cubicles.