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Squirrelofwoe said:
jshell said:
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k that!
travel for work and can still drink to the wee hours. Monday mornings sees warp-speed, don't sleep enough
To be fair those are all still relevant, oh and having just purchased a house I am due to pick up a TVR on Friday morning- having not yet even bought a sofa etc for said house- so in terms of priorities/responsibilities I'm still pretty immature! k that!travel for work and can still drink to the wee hours. Monday mornings sees warp-speed, don't sleep enough
I had a Young fogey pal. I say pal, he arrived our sixth form and was the first person with his own car. We fell in with him because he gave us lifts and because he was a boring tt he didn't drink anyway.
He should have had the world at his feet. A millionaire Dad and mum who had a home abroad and who owned loads of properties. So, at age 17 he had his own place, the top floor of a large house which on the floors below lived what appeared to be scores of student nurse types.
One day I suggested we go out on the piss and that I stay over at his. Three pints in the local and he insisted we got home to a deserted house with all the nurses clearly out. By 11 he'd gone to bed. The nurses returned and I went down to join in some more drinking and fun. He came down stairs to tell us to keep the noise down. I got a taxi home after a few more drinks.
Somehow like st on a blanket he somehow remained part of my life, His Dad was a cracking bloke. A 60 year old driven-inquisitive good humoured bloke who basically paid me after leaving school and before university to take him on holiday. Fully paid for trip to a Greek island with a few quid in our pockets.
fk me! I'd say it was like going away with my Grandpa, but to be fair he was a great fun-loving bloke and I'd have had a pretty good time with him.
I last saw this chap when were in our late 30s - so about 5-6 years ago. He'd moved to Australia after marrying a woman much older than him. By the pictures she looked like an old 55 year old.The marriage hadn't worked out because she was as I think he put it "too wild" wanting to party all the time. He was telling me this on his return to the UK. All I can say is that he was dressed like an 80 year old American tourist. White slip-on type shoes with Velcro fastenings, grey trousers like you see in magazine catalogues with names like Ee-Zee Stretch or Comfort Slacks, and to top it off, one of those light blue V-neck golfing type jumpers with a diamond pattern on the front..
He made it all worse by sounding like a Daily Mail editorial, full of racist intolerant crap, referring to young women as slags and assuming my agreement on everything to do with the country being fked but Australia being much worse where he appeared to hate all the immigrants there ignoring the fact he was one.
I have avoided contact with him though LinkedIn tells me now and then that he's been looking at my profile.
A tragic, and unpleasant man.
t he didn't drink anyway.He should have had the world at his feet. A millionaire Dad and mum who had a home abroad and who owned loads of properties. So, at age 17 he had his own place, the top floor of a large house which on the floors below lived what appeared to be scores of student nurse types.
One day I suggested we go out on the piss and that I stay over at his. Three pints in the local and he insisted we got home to a deserted house with all the nurses clearly out. By 11 he'd gone to bed. The nurses returned and I went down to join in some more drinking and fun. He came down stairs to tell us to keep the noise down. I got a taxi home after a few more drinks.
Somehow like s
t on a blanket he somehow remained part of my life, His Dad was a cracking bloke. A 60 year old driven-inquisitive good humoured bloke who basically paid me after leaving school and before university to take him on holiday. Fully paid for trip to a Greek island with a few quid in our pockets.f
k me! I'd say it was like going away with my Grandpa, but to be fair he was a great fun-loving bloke and I'd have had a pretty good time with him.I last saw this chap when were in our late 30s - so about 5-6 years ago. He'd moved to Australia after marrying a woman much older than him. By the pictures she looked like an old 55 year old.The marriage hadn't worked out because she was as I think he put it "too wild" wanting to party all the time. He was telling me this on his return to the UK. All I can say is that he was dressed like an 80 year old American tourist. White slip-on type shoes with Velcro fastenings, grey trousers like you see in magazine catalogues with names like Ee-Zee Stretch or Comfort Slacks, and to top it off, one of those light blue V-neck golfing type jumpers with a diamond pattern on the front..
He made it all worse by sounding like a Daily Mail editorial, full of racist intolerant crap, referring to young women as slags and assuming my agreement on everything to do with the country being f
ked but Australia being much worse where he appeared to hate all the immigrants there ignoring the fact he was one.I have avoided contact with him though LinkedIn tells me now and then that he's been looking at my profile.
A tragic, and unpleasant man.
A guy I work with is an odd one, he's 57, has a wife 10 years younger; who hates him, and his kids are 11,12 and 19 so you would think they would keep him young.
He swings from one extreme to the other, he sometimes dresses too young as if he's trying to hard; Superdry mainly, goes out with his "buddy" of a similar age, drinking and he's a good guy to go out drinking with and yet sometimes he can be the biggest moaner about nothing, going, it is so bloody frustrating, it's when he's moaning about something that is so inconsequential that you think, "fk me you really are an old sod" and he just goes on and on and sometimes even looks for things to moan about.
Farting; we are all men in our work group varying in age from 23-57, farting is funny no matter your age; fart within earshot of him and he goes mental.
He swings from one extreme to the other, he sometimes dresses too young as if he's trying to hard; Superdry mainly, goes out with his "buddy" of a similar age, drinking and he's a good guy to go out drinking with and yet sometimes he can be the biggest moaner about nothing, going, it is so bloody frustrating, it's when he's moaning about something that is so inconsequential that you think, "f
k me you really are an old sod" and he just goes on and on and sometimes even looks for things to moan about. Farting; we are all men in our work group varying in age from 23-57, farting is funny no matter your age; fart within earshot of him and he goes mental.
I do have a bit of old git irony planned if I ever win the lottery.
I'd buy myself another MG ZT 260, fit the (very good, not Barry!) lowering kit, supercharge it, restore it to brand new condition in every respect, get a custom exhaust made with the option to go from quiet to LOOOUUUUDDD, then have it resprayed in Rover 75 beige, fit Rover 75 bumpers and badges (yay for the Rover 75 1.8!), strip out the interior, fit bucket seats front and rear (so the kids can come along too!), put a nodding dog on the rear parcel shelf, add a couple of "Insured by Saga" stickers and the like, then go and have very juvenile fun at traffic lights.
I'd buy myself another MG ZT 260, fit the (very good, not Barry!) lowering kit, supercharge it, restore it to brand new condition in every respect, get a custom exhaust made with the option to go from quiet to LOOOUUUUDDD, then have it resprayed in Rover 75 beige, fit Rover 75 bumpers and badges (yay for the Rover 75 1.8!), strip out the interior, fit bucket seats front and rear (so the kids can come along too!), put a nodding dog on the rear parcel shelf, add a couple of "Insured by Saga" stickers and the like, then go and have very juvenile fun at traffic lights.
My wife says my Merc CLS is an "old mans car", I am 45 but still feel like a kid, still act like one aqpparently so really, in my head I feel like I am driving someone elses big posh car !
I embrace technology, first gen to grow up with it from it coming domestically in in the late seventies.
Cant avoid getting older but you dont have to turn into that beige pensioner too soon.
My taste in cars hasnt really changed, I always fancied a barge, so I got one, might be a Golf R next.
I embrace technology, first gen to grow up with it from it coming domestically in in the late seventies.
Cant avoid getting older but you dont have to turn into that beige pensioner too soon.
My taste in cars hasnt really changed, I always fancied a barge, so I got one, might be a Golf R next.
jshell said:
Squirrelofwoe said:
jshell said:
fk that!
travel for work and can still drink to the wee hours. Monday mornings sees warp-speed, don't sleep enough
To be fair those are all still relevant, oh and having just purchased a house I am due to pick up a TVR on Friday morning- having not yet even bought a sofa etc for said house- so in terms of priorities/responsibilities I'm still pretty immature! k that!travel for work and can still drink to the wee hours. Monday mornings sees warp-speed, don't sleep enough
The comment about fogies assuming they're right and that everyone must agree with them resonates.
Somewhere there's a line that says: Intelligent people have doubts whereas dumb people have certainties.
NailedOn said:
jshell said:
Squirrelofwoe said:
jshell said:
fk that!
travel for work and can still drink to the wee hours. Monday mornings sees warp-speed, don't sleep enough
To be fair those are all still relevant, oh and having just purchased a house I am due to pick up a TVR on Friday morning- having not yet even bought a sofa etc for said house- so in terms of priorities/responsibilities I'm still pretty immature! k that!travel for work and can still drink to the wee hours. Monday mornings sees warp-speed, don't sleep enough
Ironically, the epic comfort of the seats in my Chimaera has made me realise that I do want something with a bit more luxury than a kitchen chair to sit and watch telly...
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