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Must admit, these days find myself mellowing out as i get older.
I used to get wound up about anything and everything, so much so that we decided to move to a much quieter almost isolated area.
So, it's either that, and not having to deal with the scurge of society anymore that has brought my blood pressure down, or the fact that i am older and therefore more chilled..
What about you guys?
Are you finding you mellow out with age or are you getting more Victor Meldrew?
I used to get wound up about anything and everything, so much so that we decided to move to a much quieter almost isolated area.
So, it's either that, and not having to deal with the scurge of society anymore that has brought my blood pressure down, or the fact that i am older and therefore more chilled..
What about you guys?
Are you finding you mellow out with age or are you getting more Victor Meldrew?
Hmmmmm? Have I mellowed with age?
I was strolling around Imber village this afternoon and got called a "Gormless Sod" by some a
hole on a bicycle. He followed it up with "It's a road you idiot." My crime? I was walking on a road with no footways in a village only open on a few days a year that has NO public rights of way and NO residents. How the juddering fk was I supposed to avoid walking "on the road" when there were cars parked on both sides of the road and signs everywhere warning that I might be blown up by "unexploded military debris" if I left the carriageway. And how the juddering fk was I supposed to know that this bicycling spunk-trumpet was sneaking up behind me if he didn't even own a bell, let alone ring it?
Well he's only walking around with his teeth still in his head right now because my wife got a firm grip on me and physically intervened when I tried to chase him down. I was up for dragging him from his bike and punching him until he was unconscious. Then I planned to punch him some more, and maybe rip off his arms and stuff the soggy ends up his generously upholstered arse. So I suppose you could say I've mellowed a bit with age, on account of how a few years ago I'd not have allowed my wife to keep a grip on me...
I was strolling around Imber village this afternoon and got called a "Gormless Sod" by some a
hole on a bicycle. He followed it up with "It's a road you idiot." My crime? I was walking on a road with no footways in a village only open on a few days a year that has NO public rights of way and NO residents. How the juddering fk was I supposed to avoid walking "on the road" when there were cars parked on both sides of the road and signs everywhere warning that I might be blown up by "unexploded military debris" if I left the carriageway. And how the juddering fk was I supposed to know that this bicycling spunk-trumpet was sneaking up behind me if he didn't even own a bell, let alone ring it?Well he's only walking around with his teeth still in his head right now because my wife got a firm grip on me and physically intervened when I tried to chase him down. I was up for dragging him from his bike and punching him until he was unconscious. Then I planned to punch him some more, and maybe rip off his arms and stuff the soggy ends up his generously upholstered arse. So I suppose you could say I've mellowed a bit with age, on account of how a few years ago I'd not have allowed my wife to keep a grip on me...
yellowjack said:
Hmmmmm? Have I mellowed with age?
I was strolling around Imber village this afternoon and got called a "Gormless Sod" by some ahole on a bicycle. He followed it up with "It's a road you idiot." My crime? I was walking on a road with no footways in a village only open on a few days a year that has NO public rights of way and NO residents. How the juddering fk was I supposed to avoid walking "on the road" when there were cars parked on both sides of the road and signs everywhere warning that I might be blown up by "unexploded military debris" if I left the carriageway. And how the juddering fk was I supposed to know that this bicycling spunk-trumpet was sneaking up behind me if he didn't even own a bell, let alone ring it?
Well he's only walking around with his teeth still in his head right now because my wife got a firm grip on me and physically intervened when I tried to chase him down. I was up for dragging him from his bike and punching him until he was unconscious. Then I planned to punch him some more, and maybe rip off his arms and stuff the soggy ends up his generously upholstered arse. So I suppose you could say I've mellowed a bit with age, on account of how a few years ago I'd not have allowed my wife to keep a grip on me...
Its no wonder you post almost daily altercations with other members of the public on the knob thread I was strolling around Imber village this afternoon and got called a "Gormless Sod" by some a
hole on a bicycle. He followed it up with "It's a road you idiot." My crime? I was walking on a road with no footways in a village only open on a few days a year that has NO public rights of way and NO residents. How the juddering fk was I supposed to avoid walking "on the road" when there were cars parked on both sides of the road and signs everywhere warning that I might be blown up by "unexploded military debris" if I left the carriageway. And how the juddering fk was I supposed to know that this bicycling spunk-trumpet was sneaking up behind me if he didn't even own a bell, let alone ring it?Well he's only walking around with his teeth still in his head right now because my wife got a firm grip on me and physically intervened when I tried to chase him down. I was up for dragging him from his bike and punching him until he was unconscious. Then I planned to punch him some more, and maybe rip off his arms and stuff the soggy ends up his generously upholstered arse. So I suppose you could say I've mellowed a bit with age, on account of how a few years ago I'd not have allowed my wife to keep a grip on me...
LordHaveMurci said:
I thought Imber only opened at Christmas & Easter, every day’s a school day
It's been open since Thursday, and is open again tomorrow. Saturday there were a lot of classic old buses taking trips from surrounding areas for passengers, today there were a few buses providing a similar, but less frequent service ("fares" to charity, after costs, I believe). There was a concert by a local brass band at St Giles Church this evening at 6.00 pm (I couldn't stay for that) too. I'm not sure if the church is open tomorrow, but they had an exhibition about the village in there, and a pop-up cafe doing coffee, cake, etc.I may pop back myself on my bicycle tomorrow. I don't have a problem with this a
hole being a cyclist, or cycling to Imber for a visit. What I do object to is being abused by him for walking on a road when walking on the road was the only option available, given that there is no provision for pedestrians aside from the carriageway of the military road through the village. Furthermore, there were hundreds of cars, and probably close to a thousand people in the village. It was jam-packed, one Strava user likened it to Piccadilly Circus, and yet car drivers were having no issue crawling along being considerate to visitors within the village, nor did any of the other individual cyclists, pairs, and groups also visiting. Just this sweaty fat oaf.I noted the location where he passed me, and I'd recorded my walk on GPS so checked Strava for a fly-by ID for him, thinking I could track him to his home and kill him in his bed*, but sadly he doesn't appear to be a Strava user...
- For legal reasons, I never intended to do this...
cherryowen said:
Unless Mr. Lewis was an advocate of quality of output vs quantity
It was Mrs Lewis, and she was gorgeous. Like a younger, taller version of Bridget McClusky. I can still picture her now, 35 years on, in a long, button-fronted pale summer dress with a rose pattern on it, tight bodice and loose pleated skirt, gliding around the classroom using her hands to show the pace at which we ought to be reading passages from A Midsummer Night's Dream. Oh, how I wished she'd tell me to "see her after school..." ...to my fifteen year-old self she was just like an
As I get older I'm a lot more assertive and a lot less tolerant of errant behaviour.
I think I was born with a certain amount of acceptance of puerile or exploitative behaviour and it has simply... run out. There is no sign of it replenishing.
The more you see of the world the more you realise that most people simply don't change. Whereas before I'd assume they would eventually realise they were penises, now I realise they're beyond hope and they get the boot the first sign it emerges.
I refuse to give energy where it's wasted.
I think I was born with a certain amount of acceptance of puerile or exploitative behaviour and it has simply... run out. There is no sign of it replenishing.
The more you see of the world the more you realise that most people simply don't change. Whereas before I'd assume they would eventually realise they were penises, now I realise they're beyond hope and they get the boot the first sign it emerges.
I refuse to give energy where it's wasted.
bloomen said:
As I get older I'm a lot more assertive and a lot less tolerant of errant behaviour.
I think I was born with a certain amount of acceptance of puerile or exploitative behaviour and it has simply... run out. There is no sign of it replenishing.
The more you see of the world the more you realise that most people simply don't change. Whereas before I'd assume they would eventually realise they were penises, now I realise they're beyond hope and they get the boot the first sign it emerges.
I refuse to give energy where it's wasted.
Spending time and energy posing on forums to strangers is not exactly productive is it? I think I was born with a certain amount of acceptance of puerile or exploitative behaviour and it has simply... run out. There is no sign of it replenishing.
The more you see of the world the more you realise that most people simply don't change. Whereas before I'd assume they would eventually realise they were penises, now I realise they're beyond hope and they get the boot the first sign it emerges.
I refuse to give energy where it's wasted.
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