I just heard two kids walk past my house (doing absolutely nothing except walking and chatting) and before I could catch myself I immediately thought 'what are they up to? I bet it's no good. Should I shut the window? No, they might see me.' so I peered round the curtain instead.
Heh. Last night these two lads tried a really half-hearted attempt at mugging someone right outside my house. They threatened him, but when he didn't empty his pockets they just continued to threaten him. There were a few punches thrown in the end but I mean, this was a really crap mugging.
We went outside when we heard it going on and dragged their intended victim into our house, telling them to **** off home. Thought they might at least have a pop at me given how I'm the scrawniest man in York but nah - crap muggers.
Reminds me of one of the times someone tried to mug me. I just turned around and walked away (too drunk to do anything else, really) and he threw a wood chip at me.. and missed.
You know when you're turning old when unpacking the groceries you take the new tube of toothpaste into the bathroom, only to discover you've already got 5 unused tubes sitting on the self. Then when you do the "fantasy lottery win" thing, you realise your dream garage consists of a green Maserati, a 7 seater people carrier and a Ford Fiesta diesel
Yep, i know exactly how you feel Crashgate, and no, there's no turning back.
Just the other day, a couple of "Yoofs" were playing Kerby on the road outside my house. And i just stood in my house, watching until the ball went too far and hit my car, when i promptly went out and told them where to go.
I couldn't help thinking afterwards how much i enjoyed playing Kerby as a youngster, and what i thought of miserable old gits telling me to move along, or to go play "down my own end".
I'm 26 now, but i feel i should have as many wrinkles as Bladerunner
I knew that game was lost when I volunteered to help out with a local cycling team's youngster division and I got alot of sentences that ended in "sir" and spoken to in formal/plural - only went once.
Actually, playing FPS's makes me feel old, I remember being pretty good at CS back in the day, I now suck BIG TIME at FPS's, it's definately an age thang.
My daughters go on a kick now and then when they quit calling me "Dad" and start addressing me, "Hey old guy...."
I was just at the local mom and pop hardware store buying some cedar boards last weekend. The owner later said to my father-in-law, "I can't believe you're old enough to have a son-in-law that old." I don't know if that was saying I look old or my father-in-law looks younger than he is
In my opinion, you are officially old when you look in the mirror and say, "Who the **** is that?" at your reflection...
I can see the old coming in the corner of the eyes looking in the mirror. I can definitely feel the old in the knees and in the back. But I just can't feel the old in the heart or in the mind.
I don't ever intend to change who I am or how I live. One of the nice things about living in the 21st century is that you never really need to grow up. I still play with lego, with computer games, watch kids TV, and I still dress like I'm 17 which *really* irritates my parents who seem to think the second I hit 30 I'll throw out all my band t-shirts, grow out my hair dye and buy lots of suits.
This thread just reminded me about something of concern.
Craftmatic Adjustable Beds, this is a pretty sweet invention, however the main market for these beds is those who tend to be a touch old, these people are also known to have some bladder issues where they cannot control when they go. That has to be a pretty dangerous mix, electric and piss? How the **** do they not end up looking like the Sunday roast?
just today i felt like going out on my balcony and yelling at some kids who feel the need to keep setting off random firecrackers in my building's parking lot... every day, i'll be sitting on the couch and jump up after hearing the loud BANG.
One of the greatest joys in life is being open to everything, to try new things. I like who I am and how I live, but I will never rule out change because there's so many fantastic new things to descover.
That's called a heart attack, it comes later.
You never dated a younger woman?
Anyways i'm off to see if my partner, of 7 years junior, is about or whether she's had a heart attack.
You know you are old when grannies with bus passes start to look at you with a twinkle in their eyes...
Or when you are looking at a very fit young lady in a short skirt, and get accused of being a dirty old man
Or when some little toerag swears at you and calls you GRAND-DAD!
As for birthday cakes and candles..when Mrs B bought MY last cake and candles, the shop assistant asked her if she wanted a fire extinguisher to go with it..just in case!
