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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2020 21:17:55 GMT
That, I'm sure, is a fundamental difference between us. People will let you down ... but I still find and expect the majority to be terrific. Rog The species is fundamentally selfish. People are ok so long as they get what they want. You too. He just wants other people's boats. Presumably he gets them. One would hope so.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2020 21:21:35 GMT
I may lay in the gutter ... but I'm looking at the stars.
Rog
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2020 21:37:35 GMT
"Two men look out through the same bars; One sees the mud, and one the stars' ( Frederick Langridge)
One of my mother's favourite expressions. Bless her.
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Post by patty on Dec 3, 2020 6:14:23 GMT
I may lay in the gutter ... but I'm looking at the stars. Rog In the bad old times I used to sit in a field in the middle of the night looking at the stars.... I like stars I did a run(well I say 'run' but thats an optimistic viewpoint) once with little sis(well she was somewhere far far ahead of me) ..anyway this run started evening and destined to finish later . 10k..not far for the experts but it was through woodland, over obstacles and we had head torches. My position meant the organisers cleared up as I passed them. Got to the top of this hill to see the most amazing panoramic of star filled sky and I stopped to work out where the saucepan and Orions belt was(the only 2 I can recognise)..dulcet tones from behind me queried what on earth I woz doing this time(think beer tent calling him)..my response star gazing caused bit of sense of humour failure and I ambled on my way.....
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Post by Mr Stabby on Dec 3, 2020 6:32:56 GMT
... for me it's the pubs I'm eager for Rog Not in Wales you wouldn't be.. no booze from tomorrow night.... I can remember when you could smoke in the pub. Now you can't even drink in one.
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Post by JohnV on Dec 3, 2020 7:33:38 GMT
why is your bus done up like a CocaCola advert ?
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Post by Jim on Dec 3, 2020 8:51:14 GMT
why is your bus done up like a CocaCola advert ? Because I'm Satan, of course!
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Post by greenman on Dec 3, 2020 9:01:23 GMT
I may lay in the gutter ... but I'm looking at the stars. Rog Reminded me of this poem: It was a year ago, September a day I well remember I was walking up and down in drunken pride when my knees began to flutter and I fell down in the gutter and a pig came by and lay down by my side As I lay there in the gutter thinking thoughts I could not utter I thought I heard a passing lady say, "You can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses..." And with that, the pig got up and walked away
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2020 9:18:01 GMT
THE PIG! by Benjamin Hapgood Burt
performed by Frank Crumit
One evening in October, When I was one-third sober, An' taking home a ‘load' with manly pride; My poor feet began to stutter, So I lay down in the gutter, And a pig came up an' lay down by my side;
Then we sang ‘It's all fair weather When good fellows get together,' Till a lady passing by was heard to say: 'You can tell a man who "boozes" By the company he chooses' And the pig got up and slowly walked away.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2020 9:31:32 GMT
Wrinkly? Retired? Seem like an age since you last perspired?
Old? Cold? Sat by a radiator reminiscing about coal?
Pension not stretching? Counting the cost? Face like a bulldog chewing a wasp?
Face getting wrinkled? Pallid and tired? Got more lines than a very naughty schoolchild?
Isolated? No phone calls? Feeling a bit deflated like an old leather football?
Well – pump it up! Pump it up, wrinkly! Get up, stand up! Stand up for your life!
Get the blood pumping! Get oxygen to your skin!
You’ve lived too long in black and white; let’s let some colour in!
Let your rosy cheeks defy the time you’ve been alive!
That cardiovascular regenerates over distance if you give it time!
So be young at heart! Give yourself a kickstart! Get your motor running! Get out on your bike, mate!
Sick of Countdown, tea and talking? Get your hiking boots on – start walking. Don’t turn into a miserable old codger; be a better coffin dodger. If you start trekking you’ll live long and prosper!
Been on your own since your good wife’s demise? Dementia taking you back to the days on the prowl with the guys? You wanna meet women? Go swimming! There are rows and rows of blue-rinse honeys in lines in lanes keeping trim in their bikinis, and while you’re at the pool you won’t have to pay for central heating!
Yes – the sound of the word cuts grates. Yes – the sum that won’t add up makes your heart palpitate, your pupils dilate, and your head ache, but… worrying? That’s not the best way to increase your heart rate, mate, and you don’t want to be late for the human race, so don’t sit at home cold and alone, osmosing injustice from your head to your toes, injecting your bloodstream with cortisol; get your skates on and go. And relax! Go do it! Increase longevity! Remember the prayer that brings serenity: accept the things you cannot change, change the things you can. Push back the bile for a while, smile, and dance! Take a partner by the hand; there may be trouble ahead, but while there’s mucus, and blood types, and food, and no grants, let’s play the music and dance!
And if you can’t stand, just wave your hands (all you wrinklies who independent). Can’t walk for long? Stay home; play ping pong! One arm working? Whiff whaff? Don’t matter you think Boris is a toff… twit!
If you’re thinking of giving up the ghost and giving up the garden for an easily maintained bit of crazy paving, keep a little patch, get digging, and get delaying the laying of that final stone. And don’t be alone; get out and get social. You’ve lived and worked too long to be bored and glum. Life’s a party and we’re all invited! At the end the agenda should be fun!
So, wannabe codger, don’t be a lonely retirement home lodger; exercise your right to be alive through… exercise! Steal some time, fly the wrinkly Jolly Roger, don’t be a quiz show countdown clock-watcher, and be a better coffin dodger!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2020 9:57:05 GMT
I like that @bedruthan ... do you know who wrote it ? A good bit of rap innit Rog
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2020 10:05:20 GMT
I like that @bedruthan ... do you know who wrote it ? A good bit of rap innit Rog Gawd knows who wrote it. I copied it once to post on Cwdf, it seemed to suit the clientele.
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Post by Clinton Cool on Dec 3, 2020 12:50:22 GMT
First snow of the year on Caeder Idris, just across the estuary. A little chillier in my cave this morning, 14 degrees this morning after a night without heating.
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Post by Mr Stabby on Dec 3, 2020 18:16:36 GMT
Date tested 3 December 2020 FAIL View test certificate Mileage 144,217 miles MOT test number 8985 0695 2886 Test location View test location Do not drive until repaired (dangerous defects): Nearside Front Tyre tread depth below requirements of 1.6mm worn on inner edge (5.2.3 (e)) Repair immediately (major defects): Anti-lock braking system warning lamp indicates an ABS fault light on dash (1.6 (b)) Brake lever has insufficient reserve travel hand brake (1.1.2 (a)) Offside Front Anti-roll bar linkage ball joint excessively worn drop link (5.3.4 (a) (i)) Offside Rear Vehicle structure corroded to the extent that the rigidity of the assembly is significantly reduced jacking point corroded (6.1.1 (c) (i)) Rear Exhaust system insecure backbox mount snapped (6.1.2 (a))
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2020 18:26:13 GMT
And I'm like "Rover". Isn't it.
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