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Ageing & Growing Old

Are you growing older?

  • Yes, I am

    Votes: 82 61.7%

  • No, I'm getting younger

    Votes: 28 21.1%

  • Sorry, I don't understand the question

    Votes: 16 12.0%

  • I'm a Mod; I think adding silly polls to chat threads is pointless

    Votes: 7 5.3%
  • Total voters
    133
Alright. Confess. I bit of both... :lol: Yeah, I can get away with late 20's quite easily
 
Mongrelisation? As a half breed norwegian/english (with some Lappish) mine is quite an amusing blend. Means I can be a viking in england, an English gentleman in Norway and, when PC people get all huffy about racism, I can stick me hand up and say what about (incorrectly) the eskimos. Joy!
What be your mix? Christ, I'm now a pirate...
 
:lol:
Through all my mishmash I've managed to keep the predominantly scandy look (though the lappish stops me looking 'classically' arian)

By your description of yourself, you should tell Mr Idunnoknowif.. that he's clearly a weirdo and would be better off investigating male companions in future (no offence to anyone who swings the other way).
 
Genius. See how I linked two threads together. Yay me! It's like having brains without any intelligence. Probably a sign of ageing. (Yay, back to growing old).

Somebody stop this boy before...
 
Small (not tiny or weirdly small) mouth -normal sized jaw. No lantern jaw me. Green eyes rather than blue.

Confess to be able to eat at high speed without mastication - but it is not noticable...more like food magically disappearing. However, as someone who likes to cook, I usually take my time eating in order to savour the flavour (coo..it rhymed). Causes less offence/shock too (as I've had to learn).

Yeah, Norewegians are pretty odd. Lots of fun usually!...Funny ha ha and a little bit of funny peculiar too.
 
Yadda yadda. This thread should be in Chat...

Ooh! It already is! ;)


Actually I once knew a Norwegian bloke in his 70s (to try to get this thread back on track) who had a girlfriend half his age. (The fact that he was rich probably helped... :roll: )

They had a 'while it lasts' type of relationship - he'd told her she was free to find someone else when he could no longer - er - perform!
 
Yes, back to getting old.... err... you know you're getting old when your mother approves of what you're wearing, and even asks to borrow your clothes! :shock:
 
I got new slippers today, which has made me unreasonably happy. And dammit, my back hurts.
 
Note from a Scandy: yup, snuff and chewing (but in a pouch) tobacco is done - bloody pretentious. Hmmm, the porn thing...hmmm. The guys seems odd for a Nordy; even if they like porn, they would (as blooooody polite people) not mention it to someone - especially in a library - Gah: viking privileges removed!

Oh well, maybe he could be new friend for Mr Idunnknow.... ;)
 
There are many well-known downsides to growing old, but one of the upsides is the ability to get away with saying outrageous things.

Comments about a a girls physical attributes and general sexiness that would have earned you a hard slap round the chops when younger merely get an indulgent smile when you're considered a harmless old fart!

Older people too have discovered how to use language more subtly, so dirty jokes and bawdy tales can be told, in mixed company, as comic anecdotes and not as mere 'filth'.

When I was in my early thirties I had an older friend who was hugely blunt and outspoken, but very humourous with it. Now I'm old myself, I try to model myself on him (however poorly!). Wherever he is now, I reckon old Frank is still the centre of attention with his racy tales and risque jokes! :D
 
I've never been afraid of death but these days, I sometimes find myself looking forward to it. Must be the only positive aspect of bereavement.
 
Awwww, I wasn't angling for sympathy! :D
Very kind, though. Thank you.

If someone you love dies, there will always be that hope that you'll meet again. If you're lucky. ;)
 
(Macca is 64 next month)
HOW HAS LIFE TREATED YOU NOW YOU'RE 64?

11:00 - 20 May 2006

You were born in wartime, grew up with rationing and stumbled through adolescence when rock 'n' roll was in its prime. By 1962 you were 20 and one year later you might have bought the Beatles first LP, Please, Please Me. You were too straight for the 60s or spent so much of it protesting or festival-hopping that it's all a bit of a haze.

Maybe you, like Paul McCartney, who will be 64 on June 18, have been fond of the occasional "toke".

However, you never told the kids because by the time they were born you'd got yourself a proper job and were married to that "hippy chick" girl you met when she was going out with your best friend.

Still, by 1972 you were 30 and listening to T-Rex. You remember the miners strike and Richard Nixon winning his second term.

You remember space hoppers and Kevin Keegan bubble perm.

You frowned at punk in 77 because it wasn't about the "peace and love" you remembered as proper music.

You might even have shifted so far in your politics that you voted for Margaret Thatcher then joined the property owning class.

By the time of the 80s your kids were almost adults and you were fretting about them doing the kind of things you used to do. You'd hide the photos you took at the 60s music festivals which showed you dancing half-naked or with incriminating evidence hanging from your lips.

By 1990 you were almost 50 and your mid-life crisis had peaked. That's even supposing you're still on your first marriage, and your wife hasn't rekindled the flame with the old friend you stole her from.

Your career, the mortgage, finances, and family's fortunes are your priorities now. In between that you fret about the state of the world and your place in the universe.

You've finally quit smoking and only drink in moderation because it has a nasty side-effect with the pills you have to take for your nerves. You jog three times a week or use an exercise bicycle in the corner of the bedroom.

You rarely go to the pub in the evenings any more because you might miss a good wildlife documentary.

You're 58 at the Millennium and feel a burst of optimism about the world. But that soon tails off when you hit 60.

Now you're 64 and possibly retired or coming up to retirement.

A "joint" is something to be cooked on Sunday. Grass is there to be cut, not smoked.

A festival is something that happens each summer in the village, not on the Isle of Wight.

You listen to El Divo in between nostalgic bouts of your old Beatles, Stones or Jim Hendrix LPs.

You're a 64-year-old, thereabouts - or 64 this year like Macca - and the words of that old Beatles song have taken on a surprising signficance. "Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64?"

Well, we need you and if any of the above sounds familiar we want to hear from you. We want your recollections of your experiences past and present. We want your stories, anecdotes, old photographs, and reflections on how the world has changed.

Write to us at: When I'm 64, Western Morning News, 17 Brest Road, Derriford Business Park, Plymouth PL6 5AA. Alternatively, e-mail the WMN at wmnnews [email protected]
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Rynner. I don't know what I think about the article you posted. Harsh or fair...wow, to see one's life summed up so quickly. Ouch. Good fine though :D
 
Well, that article could have been written about me and I'm not even (but almost!) half way to 64.
 
mindalai said:
Well, that article could have been written about me and I'm not even (but almost!) half way to 64.
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What! :shock:

You were born in the war, but you're still in your thirties!

I've heard of Missing Time, but that is ridiculous! :D
 
Well, I expect there was a war going on somewhere in the world...
 
mindalai said:
Well, I expect there was a war going on somewhere in the world...
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Sadly, true... :(

Don't mention the USA...
 
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