to be honest I'm really quite looking forqard to be called an old dear, as long as I'm oblivious to the comment as I lounge on a catamaran on a tour of a caribean island whilst it's uttered that suits me
They hold up Asda checkouts by paying bills with pence they forage for deep in every pocket, then find theyre short of money and the queue has to wait longer for a supervisor to cancel sales.
I know I'm nearly there but what is bloody irritating is that 10 years ago i was thinking, only 10 more years and i can retire, now i've to think, only 8 more years and i can retire, who knows, they could move those pesky goal posts again!
The youngsters have made it a tough old world, so I say if you can't 'BEAT' them join them.
Pity that poor 81 year old who was beaten up by that group of young yobs, did not have the support of a few more 80 plus year olds to balance things up a little.
Here's the thing...when we get old, everyone becomes Miss Marple, but the two chaps who were fighting were only in their mid sixties. They could very well have been football yobs in the 1980!
Just because people are over 60, doesn't necessarily mean they suddenly start wearing cardies, listening to 'The Archers' or baking cakes for the WI.
tearing about on their mobility scooters with no respect for other pedestrians, it's like Mad Max out there. And their attitude to young women with pushchairs is a bloody disgrace - unless they're benefit scrounging single mums with five kids by eight different fathers, in which case it's probably ok
/// They hold up Asda checkouts by paying bills with pence they forage for deep in every pocket, then find theyre short of money and the queue has to wait longer for a supervisor to cancel sales.///
Why didn't you dip in your own pocket, Tambo, you tightwad.
I remember a few years ago the stewardess of the local welfare looking forward to a trouble free night as the function room had been hired by a local pensioners organisation. It took four car loads of police and and a dog handler to clear the room.