You become enough of a pedant to start correcting grammar on internet forums.
'You know you're middle aged when'
Middle aged or middle class ???
The GP starts using the phrase "women your age".And "normal wear and tear."
You have no idea what music is in the charts anymore.....10 years ago I could name just about every song!
You become enough of a pedant to start correcting grammar on internet forums.
*thinks back*
I remember Middle Aged.
*thinks back*
I remember Middle Aged.
No Basil, you mean Middle Ages! ;)
Alternatively, as happened a few years ago, the weird and wacky Radio 1 afternoon DJ of your youth turns up on Radio 2 presenting the All Time Easy Listening Top 40.
You're getting the children ready for school and wondering what the holy fuck is Phineas & Pherb is all about . . .
. . . then you realise you turned into your father.
You're getting the children ready for school and wondering what the holy fuck is Phineas & Pherb is all about . . .
. . . then you realise you turned into your father.
Your kids have all left school!
You're getting the children ready for school and wondering what the holy fuck is Phineas & Pherb is all about . . .
. . . then you realise you turned into your father.
Your kids have all left school!
Your kids have left school,
they've left Uni,
they've left home.
Then they start bloody coming back again!
You're getting the children ready for school and wondering what the holy fuck is Phineas & Pherb is all about . . .
. . . then you realise you turned into your father.
Your kids have all left school!
Your kids have left school,
they've left Uni,
they've left home.
Then they start bloody coming back again!
That's 'old age' Basil ;D
You make groaning or huffing noises when bending down to pick something up, or getting up from the floor.
You wander around the house turning all the lights off.
When you eat meat, there is more remaining stuck between your teeth and your receding gums than you have actually managed to swallow.
You start to.................can't remember what I was going to say ???
Grey pubes.
Grey pubes.
Laura Dern plays Reese Witherspoon's mum in Wild. Good grief. I've got a coat that's older than the new Polish girl on CBBC. Good grief. I keep thinking 1995 was ten years ago, gah.
You become enough of a pedant to start correcting grammar on internet forums.
Fora, surely?
Alternatively, as happened a few years ago, the weird and wacky Radio 1 afternoon DJ of your youth turns up on Radio 2 presenting the All Time Easy Listening Top 40.
When you discover a website dedicated to Airfix and nearly two hours of the working day disappear in a couple of seconds.Or... you walk past a model shop that has a MKI Hurricane 1/72 kit on special offer and instead of carrying on straight past you walk in and buy it. Despite the fact you haven't built up a kit since nineteen seventy umph, you can no longer focus at the short distances necessary for fine work and you have a noticable tremor - wtf did _that_ come from? - when gluing small parts in place. Then again p'raps it's second childhood?
http://www.vintage-airfix.com/ (http://www.vintage-airfix.com/)
As a kid I didn't do Airfix very often. But in my late teens, for some reason, I did a few kits. I found liquid glue, as opposed to the stuff in a tube, was a revelation.I didn't discover this until I went to college ~ 1989.
Who can forget the thrill of the Lancaster bomber, or the black night fighter with the rear gun turret?
Many attempted Nelsons Victory or the Cutty Sark, so few completed though.
(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/scale_small/8/85763/2610259-warlord387.jpg)We were not allowed to read 'trash mags' at school. That was the sort of abuse that went on at boarding school. Anyway the result was everyone read them and collected them in hoards.
It was good, clean, healthy fun.
Middle aged or middle class ???
because working class people only read the Sun and drink cans of larger ?
Thanks to trash mags I know that Japanese soldiers go "Aieeeeeeeeee!" when shot, but Germans go "Aaaaaaarrrgh!". USAnians and BRITONS, of course, never got shot in the first place.
Was Waterloo in 1915?
Was Waterloo in 1915?
That's another sign of being middle aged, you should always wear your glasses when typing stuff or you miss all your mistakes :)
Fixed it now.
The Airfix site has reminded me… if you want to waste (really?*) a few hours, then don't hesitate to visit:What do I do? What do I do? I've got werkstuff to do, I promised myself I'd read the report on the CPS Martin Porter blogged about recently, and now this!
http://www.samsmodels.com
*time well spent
I always remember 'Commando' (http://www.comicvine.com/commando-war-stories-in-pictures/4050-26892/). My nan used to have loads of them around the house for my brother and I to feast our eyes and imagination on.
I always remember 'Commando' (http://www.comicvine.com/commando-war-stories-in-pictures/4050-26892/). My nan used to have loads of them around the house for my brother and I to feast our eyes and imagination on.
Twice a year we would drive from the south of England up to Cumbria to see my grandma. I was allowed Commando comics to keep me entertained on the journey.
Thinking about it now my parents were quite far sighted as at the time (70s) both were practicing Quakers and my dad had been a conscientious objector when he did his National Service. I also had toy soldiers (weren't they Airfix too?) and regularly built warplanes and such like from Meccano. Clearly I was being allowed to make up my own mind about war and stuffs.
You make groaning or huffing noises when bending down to pick something up, or getting up from the floor.
Recently I have noticed I'm doing this alot.You wander around the house turning all the lights off.
This too!When you eat meat, there is more remaining stuck between your teeth and your receding gums than you have actually managed to swallow.
Yep, oh Lordy ::-)You start to.................can't remember what I was going to say ???
Oh for pity's sake >:(
Never mind. Much life left in this older dog ... I hope ;D
When do you stop being middle-aged? When your kids start?
When do you stop being middle-aged? When your kids start?
On receipt of a free bus pass, isn't it?In that case, the government has successfully made more people middle-aged!
...listening to Duran Duran's 'Girls on Film' and realising that the 'girls' in the video are probably grandmothers.
...listening to Duran Duran's 'Girls on Film' and realising that the 'girls' in the video are probably grandmothers.
...listening to Duran Duran's 'Girls on Film' and realising that the 'girls' in the video are probably grandmothers.
Dunno about the rest of youse but I used diligently to buy "Sounds" every week. And sneer at the Trendies who read the NME. And at the Saddoes who bought "Melody Maker". And especially at the ["Removed after taking legal advice" - Ed.] "Record Mirror" buyers.
I did once buy a copy of "Smash Hits", unless it was "Flexi-Pop", but only because there was a Motörhead flexi-disc on the cover.
the Saddoes who bought "Melody Maker".Hmph.
Dunno about the rest of youse but I used diligently to buy "Sounds" every week. And sneer at the Trendies who read the NME. And at the Saddoes who bought "Melody Maker". And especially at the ["Removed after taking legal advice" - Ed.] "Record Mirror" buyers.
I did once buy a copy of "Smash Hits", unless it was "Flexi-Pop", but only because there was a Motörhead flexi-disc on the cover.
...watching Reginald D Hunter's recent televisual wossname and thinking that country music is perhaps not totally a big bucket of poo after all.
I'm with Reg on the square dancing thobut.
^ I know what you mean. Your heart sinks (well mine does) to hear "Arm a little bit Kerrrtreee, arm a little bit Rock 'n' Roll" blasting out the airwaves, with enough 'twannnnggg' from the guitars and 'weeee-owwww' from them good old steel guitars to start WWIII. In my opinion.
However … having said all that, I caught the whispering Bob Harris country music show on R2 (Thursdays at 7pm I believe m'Lud) and was pleasantly surprised.
...watching Reginald D Hunter's recent televisual wossname and thinking that country music is perhaps not totally a big bucket of poo after all.
I'm with Reg on the square dancing thobut.
Most country is a big bucket of poo, some of it however is sublime.
^ I know what you mean. Your heart sinks (well mine does) to hear "Arm a little bit Kerrrtreee, arm a little bit Rock 'n' Roll" blasting out the airwaves, with enough 'twannnnggg' from the guitars and 'weeee-owwww' from them good old steel guitars to start WWIII. In my opinion.
However … having said all that, I caught the whispering Bob Harris country music show on R2 (Tuesdays at 7pm I believe m'Lud) and was pleasantly surprised.
... you can wither a Young Person with the cock of an eyebrow.
^ I know what you mean. Your heart sinks (well mine does) to hear "Arm a little bit Kerrrtreee, arm a little bit Rock 'n' Roll" blasting out the airwaves, with enough 'twannnnggg' from the guitars and 'weeee-owwww' from them good old steel guitars to start WWIII. In my opinion.
However … having said all that, I caught the whispering Bob Harris country music show on R2 (Thursdays at 7pm I believe m'Lud) and was pleasantly surprised.
FTFY, Tuesdays are Jamie Cullum's Jazz.
I've just been for my annual contact lens check and now I have the beginnings of natural changes in the lens of my eye which will eventually result in varifocals...
In my head I'm 27. How has this happened?
I have one old ankle and one old knee. Unfortunately they are not on the same bloody leg so I have two old legs!
After two days' riding with people on uprights (rather than similar-speed recumbent trikes) I am feeling very middle-aged. I will be 44 next month.
However, two ladies I met at church on Thursday (Christi Himmelfahrt service) thought I was in my early thirties! :thumbsup:
You're older than your parents were when you left school.
As "juvenile" is young and "senile" is old, it's obvious the middle aged is just "nile".
I see nobody's yet mentioned the Special Invite and accompanying Free Gift you get from the NHS when you turn 55.
Standards on YACF are definitely slipping...
I see nobody's yet mentioned the Special Invite and accompanying Free Gift you get from the NHS when you turn 55.
Standards on YACF are definitely slipping...
I see nobody's yet mentioned the Special Invite and accompanying Free Gift you get from the NHS when you turn 55.
Standards on YACF are definitely slipping...
We got those when we were 60. https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=84314.msg1724498#msg1724498 refers.
Young people nowadays don't know they are born...
Dunno about the rest of youse but I used diligently to buy "Sounds" every week. And sneer at the Trendies who read the NME. And at the Saddoes who bought "Melody Maker". And especially at the ["Removed after taking legal advice" - Ed.] "Record Mirror" buyers.
I did once buy a copy of "Smash Hits", unless it was "Flexi-Pop", but only because there was a Motörhead flexi-disc on the cover.
I've just been reminded that I used to save up and buy tapes in woolworths and whsmiths, and later CD's especially putting them on pre order. Now I just browse an app and get what I want, only occasionally I miss shuffling through racks in a shop trying to avoid the creepy old men in leather jackets.
I know I'm middle-aged; two of my younger siblings already have grandchildren and the next sibling will hopefully become a grandmother next month.
... you get really annoyed by poorly punctuated tattoos on the unconscious people that you're looking after in the operating theatre.
Seriously people, spellcheck that tat and get someone to proofread it before you put it on your skin. It's not difficult.
What is difficult is resisting the urge to correct that shit with a biro before they wake up.
... you get really annoyed by poorly punctuated tattoos on the unconscious people that you're looking after in the operating theatre.
Seriously people, spellcheck that tat and get someone to proofread it before you put it on your skin. It's not difficult.
What is difficult is resisting the urge to correct that shit with a biro before they wake up.
Seriously people, spellcheck that tat and get someone to proofread it before you put it on your skin. It's not difficult.
I suspect finding someone with the right combination of sobriety and literacy probably is thst difficult.If I got a tattoo, it would be along the lines of "Spelling: is it really thst difficult?" ;)
On receipt of a free bus pass, isn't it?
A tattoo shop set up near us a couple of years ago. A couple of weeks before they opened, they unveiled the sign: "Tattoo's". I pointed this out to the owner in a friendly manner, thinking he might not want his victims to be put off. He was either too thick to understand or knew perfectly well that his victims wouldn't know any better. It's still there, unaltered, when all it would have taken was three square inches of paint. B'erk.
... you're trying to get ready for a wedding,
A couple of years ago my Mum complained I was going to too many funerals...
You realise that no one under 30 could have seen the Live Aid concert.You realise how much the world has changed since you missed even knowing of the existence of the Band Aid single until after Christmas, due to being in the wrong country until then. Internet? What's that? Even to make a phone call home I had to go somewhere with international payphones, with a human being in charge.
....at room temperature, your testicles hang lower than the tip of your flaccid penis.
when you post on the "You know you're middle aged when thread " and immediately think you'd better check all 7 pages to make sure you haven't been repeating yourself....
Owing to crappy radio reception in the bedroom I have to tune to anything that makes a suitable level of noise to wake me in the morn (the buzzer is the sort of harsh sound that I imagine in any other circumstance would be used to herald the end of the world, not what I need at 8.30am, it's Wednesday, not God calling out the final judgements and we all know the Rapture will be on a Friday). This process of suitable radio signal acquisition is not improved by the fact that I live on the side of a steep valley and stations from the metropolis come and go and I'm really scared of Classic FM and Smooth. For every 10 seconds of classical music I have to scream for 20. As for Smooth, it's like narcolepsy. I could slip into coma and never wake up. Let's not even talk about about LBC.
But I made a bigger mistake. I found Radio 1.
give me a klaxon or two any day, or everyday if you want me to get up. Morning radio would just blend into general sleepiness. Give me ALARM and I'm up and at 'em
Of course, you know you're middle-aged when you don't need an alarm to wake up before 10am. That's even more unnatural than feeling tired at midnight. Maybe I'll get used to it eventually, but feel free to shoot me if I ever turn into one of those sanctimonious morning people. :hand:Be careful. It may happen. Suddenly occurred to me a few years ago that I was much better at 'doing stuff' before lunch than I felt I ought to be.
Was a Class 47 loco also known as a Brush 4?Wikipaedia he say yes.
give me a klaxon or two any day, or everyday if you want me to get up. Morning radio would just blend into general sleepiness. Give me ALARM and I'm up and at 'em
The vibrating bastard that wakes barakta has the advantage that it takes you from REM sleep to up and ready to fight off the zombie hoards in a fraction of a second. Which is admittedly useful when you're expecting a parcel. Personally, I've found that a gentle preamble in anticipation of horrid noises to come is enough to wake me up with a bit of practice, and on the odd occasion that I want to get up before her, I'll just use a normal beep-beep-beep on my phone.
Of course, you know you're middle-aged when you don't need an alarm to wake up before 10am. That's even more unnatural than feeling tired at midnight. Maybe I'll get used to it eventually, but feel free to shoot me if I ever turn into one of those sanctimonious morning people. :hand:
To be honest, all radio seems to suck. I try to get the thing that was XFM but it comes and goes from the bedroom. You can't listen to it for long because the playlist seems to consist of about six songs. I may just give up and use my iPhone like my wife.
I genuinely can't remember four digit numbers, which is a ludicrously specific impediment.
To be honest, all radio seems to suck. I try to get the thing that was XFM but it comes and goes from the bedroom. You can't listen to it for long because the playlist seems to consist of about six songs. I may just give up and use my iPhone like my wife.
Two things: Radio X - Chris Moyles. Just say no.
You have an iPhone like your wife, and by corollary, a wife like your iPhone? Blimey.
I genuinely can't remember four digit numbers, which is a ludicrously specific impediment.
Tell me your debit card's PIN and I'll remember it for you.
Ian, why not just scratch your PIN onto the nearest cashpoint?
I genuinely can't remember four digit numbers, which is a ludicrously specific impediment.
Tell me your debit card's PIN and I'll remember it for you.
Ian, why not just scratch your PIN onto the nearest cashpoint?
That would be an idea, but I'm a bit random with cashpoints. I was thinking of doing a schoolyard tattoo, carving them into my forearm with a compass point and soaking in some blue fountain pen ink.
7am is late for me. These days I tend to find myself anticipating the 6AM alarm by about ten minutes.
Or change your name to 4593
I detest Classic FM. It plays a lot of nice music with nice presenters and it's very nice. It's like being locked in a National Trust tea room and force-fed scones till you vomit into a pseudo-Victorian tea towel. Unfortunately Mrs Cudzo likes it, though she does at least understand my objections. I do like Radio 3, though I don't like everything it plays. It has nice stuff and challenging stuff. I've never heard of Smooth and that's probably for the best. Radio 2 seems to have the exact same music and the same DJs that Radio 1 had when I was 15. My alarm clock is just a beep-beep-beep on my phone. That's what phones are for, surely?
Back on topic, I reckon that's grumpy enough to be middle aged, don't you?
Chris Moyles isn't actually as bad as I had expected. I know, I just wrote that. He turns into Vernon Kay mid-morning. I know nothing about Vernon, expect he seems incredibly nice to everyone. I'd like to introduce him to my gran. Actually, that might work out wrong as she's dead. Sounds a bit threatening. Sorry Vern.
Chris Moyles isn't actually as bad as I had expected. I know, I just wrote that. He turns into Vernon Kay mid-morning. I know nothing about Vernon, expect he seems incredibly nice to everyone. I'd like to introduce him to my gran. Actually, that might work out wrong as she's dead. Sounds a bit threatening. Sorry Vern.
If you are keeping up with the gossip columns, it appears that Mr Kay is currently a bit over friendly with a Page 3 model by the name of Rhian, who is engaged to someone else. Mr Kay is famously(ish) married to Strictly darling Tess Daly (tho perhaps not for very much longer).
Not sure I'd want to introduce my gran, sister, mother, auntie or any woman to Vernon.
Not sure I'd want to introduce my gran, sister, mother, auntie or any woman to Vernon.
To be honest, all radio seems to suck. I try to get the thing that was XFM but it comes and goes from the bedroom. You can't listen to it for long because the playlist seems to consist of about six songs. I may just give up and use my iPhone like my wife.
Two things: Radio X - Chris Moyles. Just say no.
You have an iPhone like your wife, and by corollary, a wife like your iPhone? Blimey.
I forget this is the home of the truly, madly, deeply pedantic. Like my wife does. She is admittedly a reliable alarm clock as she bounces around the house like an elephant on a pogo stick at 6.30am. Heels and hardwood floors, percussion for the middle classes. She may as well crank up some industrial metal to 11 and be done with it.
Chris Moyles isn't actually as bad as I had expected. I know, I just wrote that. He turns into Vernon Kay mid-morning. I know nothing about Vernon, expect he seems incredibly nice to everyone. I'd like to introduce him to my gran. Actually, that might work out wrong as she's dead. Sounds a bit threatening. Sorry Vern.I genuinely can't remember four digit numbers, which is a ludicrously specific impediment.
Tell me your debit card's PIN and I'll remember it for you.
I have to store them in my phone (though my wife does remember them). I'd write them on the card in indelible ink but it's no help when they disappear inside the machine.
Not sure I'd want to introduce my gran, sister, mother, auntie or any woman to Vernon.
That's a bit harsh, I mean I know he's an engineer and all that but he can talk to people if encouraged and he's certainly never been a problem to my mum.
So she's still on TV? Oh, that was Nigeria. I thought you said Nigella's Got Talent.
On the plus side, I'm still on that island of middling years were I don't have to listen to Adele, that warbling curse of the young and old, and generic shopping mall soporific.
I am sadly unacquainted with any of these people (#wowbagger). I've never heard of a Rhian. I think there's a St Rhian, not sure what he's the patron saint of of, probably Custard Creams. I've never even seen Strictly either.
I think old people go to Festivals these days. The average age of the audience at Glastonbury is now 58.
I think old people go to Festivals these days. The average age of the audience at Glastonbury is now 58.http://www.glastonburyfestivals.co.uk/glastonbury-2016-line-up-so-far/
I think old people go to Festivals these days. The average age of the audience at Glastonbury is now 58.
We're going to a Sausage & Cider festival in May. 3 nights camping too!
I think old people go to Festivals these days. The average age of the audience at Glastonbury is now 58.http://www.glastonburyfestivals.co.uk/glastonbury-2016-line-up-so-far/
Adele
Coldplay
Muse
Beck
ELO
Earth Wind & Fire
Guy Garvey
Sigur Ros
Madness
St Etienne
ZZ Top
New Order
QED.
In worrying news, I'm old enough to remember Rolf Harris at Glastonbury (well, he's taken the shine off that performance) and the sheer mass of flying piss bottles at Reading. It's probably all chai lattes and defibrillators these days.
I have outlived my youthfulness
I imagine it's all very civilised these days. I'm too old for all night sound systems. I'm too old for all night anything.
I am going to Cropredy festival. It is specially for people of my generation. THe last festival I can recall was Reading 1976.
First time at Glastonbury I popped my head out of the tent one morning to see a girl doing a piss right there. Skirt up, knickers down, full on and going for glory. I have no idea why though I rather wished she wasn't (that kind of thing isn't my thing, trust me). The shock of my appearance made her fall back in the mud mid-stream. I'm not sure which of us was most traumatised by the experience, but fortunately only the one of us suffered the indignity of lying in the mud spraying piss over ourselves. I bet she wished she had independent targeting control about then. She stumbled off, knickers half mast. Or slithered, owing to the fact everything was already six inch deep in mud. There was no classy escape from that situation.
Christ! You lot are really selling this camping lark...
A chum was showing off pictures of the kit car he's building. Lotus Se7en-alike, 650 kg, Ford-Cosworth YB with the wick turned up to give 730 bhp :o Now that's an MLC toy!That's rather un-gentlemanly, and un-sportsmanlike of you to inform us of such, without any apparent attempt to share pictures of the same.
A chum was showing off pictures of the kit car he's building. Lotus Se7en-alike, 650 kg, Ford-Cosworth YB with the wick turned up to give 730 bhp :o Now that's an MLC toy!That's rather un-gentlemanly, and un-sportsmanlike of you to inform us of such, without any apparent attempt to share pictures of the same.
If you don't mind my saying so.
Of course.A chum was showing off pictures of the kit car he's building. Lotus Se7en-alike, 650 kg, Ford-Cosworth YB with the wick turned up to give 730 bhp :o Now that's an MLC toy!That's rather un-gentlemanly, and un-sportsmanlike of you to inform us of such, without any apparent attempt to share pictures of the same.
If you don't mind my saying so.
It's not mine, y'know...
Christ! You lot are really selling this camping lark...
That's not camping, that's festivals. Totally different tent-related badger. :hand:
First time at Glastonbury I popped my head out of the tent one morning to see a girl doing a piss right there. Skirt up, knickers down, full on and going for glory. I have no idea why though I rather wished she wasn't (that kind of thing isn't my thing, trust me). The shock of my appearance made her fall back in the mud mid-stream. I'm not sure which of us was most traumatised by the experience, but fortunately only the one of us suffered the indignity of lying in the mud spraying piss over ourselves. I bet she wished she had independent targeting control about then. She stumbled off, knickers half mast. Or slithered, owing to the fact everything was already six inch deep in mud. There was no classy escape from that situation.
'84 ?
Some people like that sort of thing. There are websites.
I'm told...
YKYMAW the attractive young nurse helping you get ready for an examination asks if you need help to get undressed.
Judgement: old buffer; threat level: zero. :(
Or maybe difficulties in mobility aren't always obvious, so it's kindest to ask everyone, just in case?This
That's Alzheimer's...
You read your Facebook news feed and worry that Kid Rock's PA had an awful accident with Anglian Television.
You read your Facebook news feed and worry that Kid Rock's PA had an awful accident with Anglian Television.
Double-take: at first I read that as Anglican Television. Visions of vicar intoning "holier than thou" to the goggling masses.
Yeah. I do however remember when telephones had sidetone, there wasn't a GSM codec throwing away most of the information, and - most importantly - people took phone calls seriously (making them from a quiet room, giving you more than 10 seconds to answer, speaking at an appropriate speed when making recorded messages, etc).
That said, the crappiness of modern telephones seems like a small price to pay for the fact that we no longer have to rely on voice calls for most purposes.
Accents you're used to have moved on in your absence. I used to be perfectly at home with the accents in and around London, but when I phone anywhere there now I have difficulty making out what they're saying.
This applies to Paris as well. My daughter studied linguistics at university, and told us that over the last 30+ years the Parisian accent has taken on overtones of N. African.
Accents you're used to have moved on in your absence. I used to be perfectly at home with the accents in and around London, but when I phone anywhere there now I have difficulty making out what they're saying.
This applies to Paris as well. My daughter studied linguistics at university, and told us that over the last 30+ years the Parisian accent has taken on overtones of N. African.
... when you buy yourself a blood pressure monitor. I bought one online today!
... when you buy yourself a blood pressure monitor. I bought one online today!
I bought one online a few years ago after a visit to my GP showed a high reading.
It NEVER happened at home.
These devices are VERY cheap nowadays. Well worth the cash IMO.
HR do a presentation explaining the differences between Generation X, Generation Y and millennials and you realise you are in the oldest group. OK, they also mentioned the baby boomers, but I think they've all retired from our place.
I would distinguish between someone born in early 198x and someone born after 1990 or 1995 which modern definitions don't differentiate. I had originally thought millenials were those born after 1990 or 1995.
Accents you're used to have moved on in your absence. I used to be perfectly at home with the accents in and around London, but when I phone anywhere there now I have difficulty making out what they're saying.
This applies to Paris as well. My daughter studied linguistics at university, and told us that over the last 30+ years the Parisian accent has taken on overtones of N. African.
Tell me about it!
I am one of the 'kiddies' in this newsreel film https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjUFNlqBTvw (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjUFNlqBTvw) (white hairband, pushing a car from 0.27-0.29) and the commentator's speech would have seemed 'normal' then...
I have, upon my desk, an actual printed volume of the Science Citation Index that I use to scare children.
Slightly predates me, in my day, we searched MEDLINE on CD-ROM, one disk for each year...
And a further sign of decrepitude:
Was just on phone to accountant. Told him I had two questions I needed answers to. By the time we'd discussed the first I had forgotten the second. And I still can't remember it. :facepalm:
In my office refurb, I threw out a few trees worth of printed health and safety guidance that came from Barber's Index, a similarly CD-Rom based catalogue with monthly updates. All of that stuff is now available as pdf free downloads, with umpteen documents on a thing the size of a postage stamp.
Despite all the available online information, this weeks client still didn't have a clue about chemical safety. Keeps me in a job ::-)
At the GP, discussing changing my contraception to see if it helps my depression, the GP said "well, I suppose it's possible you could still be fertile."Did you punch them?
At the GP, discussing changing my contraception to see if it helps my depression, the GP said "well, I suppose it's possible you could still be fertile."Did you punch them?
....when you hear someone mention "The nineteen-eighties" and you think it's recent.
....when you hear someone mention "The nineteen-eighties" and you think it's recent.
I can remember one meeting when the boss said "now we must start planning for the 90's" and everyone said "what, already?"
....when you hear someone mention "The nineteen-eighties" and you think it's recent.
I can remember one meeting when the boss said "now we must start planning for the 90's" and everyone said "what, already?"
Going way back (I'm old, not middle-aged) BP ran adverts for oil supplies for central heating featuring a woman called "Mrs 1970" . . . as if that was going to be the next big thing waaaay in the future.
As soon as times got a little tough for them they junked anything to do with Solar.....when you hear someone mention "The nineteen-eighties" and you think it's recent.
I can remember one meeting when the boss said "now we must start planning for the 90's" and everyone said "what, already?"
Going way back (I'm old, not middle-aged) BP ran adverts for oil supplies for central heating featuring a woman called "Mrs 1970" . . . as if that was going to be the next big thing waaaay in the future.
I still quote this one on a regular basis...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGxw8EzhlAM
https://youtu.be/gGxw8EzhlAM?t=3s
Your first response to a piece of household equipment not functioning properly, even though you have no real idea how it works, is to go to your tool box rather than throwing it away and buying a replacement.
:thumbsup:At the GP, discussing changing my contraception to see if it helps my depression, the GP said "well, I suppose it's possible you could still be fertile."Did you punch them?
after only one beer you fall asleep during the second half of Scotland - Wales and miss the try
Last time I looked at beerintheevening.com there was still a review of a pub not far from Larrington Towers which was bulldozed about quarter of a century ago to widen the A406.
Usually these days it's a case of go to the pub to discover it's (a) closed and boarded up or (b) it's been turned into a stack of overpriced suburban fuckhutches. (b) is generally a corollary to (a).Or completely disappeared, turned into a mini-Tesco (I know of a few), or even, like what used to be the nearest pub to me (& which this street is named after) a Sprinkles ice-cream parlour.
The problem is that when the pub was pulled down they went home to vote Leave and post comment on the bottom of the internet.
When you spend a couple of days wondering where the screwdriver that's just the right size for fettleing the PIR has got to and then see it lying in plain view at the back of the kitchen worktop.
Yes, the Crooked Billet.
...and 5mm hex keys!
The middle-aged, who have lived through their strongest emotions, but are yet in the time when memory is still half passionate and not merely contemplative, should surely be a sort of natural priesthood whom life has consecrated and disciplined to be the refuge and rescue of early stumblers and victims of self-despair.
Yes, the Crooked Billet.
I used to go in there in the mid-70s when I worked in Higham Hill Road - the one thing I remembered about the roundabout was that if you entered from Billet Road you were supposed to do a complete circuit rather than sneaking across the A406/N Circ to get into Chingford Road and past the Stow dog track.
Last time I was around there I came off the M11 going south - past Gates Corner, Water works etc and was at Edmonton before I realised it had all disappeared! Ted's cafe at Woodford, opposite the Roundabout pub went when the M11 was built :-(
Rob
...and 5mm hex keys!Phew, that's a relief. Not just me then......
Last time I looked at beerintheevening.com there was still a review of a pub not far from Larrington Towers which was bulldozed about quarter of a century ago to widen the A406.
...you're about to go on a narrowboat holiday.
When you realise kids conceived to Don't Look Back in Anger are now teenagers.Hmmm, What's the Story Morning Glory? was released in 1995. Many of those kids are in their 20s.
When you realise kids conceived to Don't Look Back in Anger are now teenagers.Hmmm, What's the Story Morning Glory? was released in 1995. Many of those kids are in their 20s.
When you remember telling which houses had TV and which didn't by the presence of an H-aerial on the roof. Unless they had set-top V aerials, but in the 50s getting that H up on the chimney was a status symbol.
When you remember telling which houses had TV and which didn't by the presence of an H-aerial on the roof. Unless they had set-top V aerials, but in the 50s getting that H up on the chimney was a status symbol.
Knowing what a Band I aerial *is* probably makes you middle aged, these days. It won't be long before watching TV through any kind of aerial qualifies you...
When the limits of the viewable universe are within your near point.
When there were only three (or even two! TV channels, then Ch4 came along and sucked for years.
You know you're not quite middle-aged when you have ask what's a pension?
You make groaning or huffing noises when bending down to pick something up, or getting up from the floor.
When you look at aerobars in the LBS, then at your gut and walk away sadly.Ahh, but think of the money you've saved by not buying needless fripperies. Oh. That's another sign isn't it? Looking at shiny stuff and thinking, "I'd rather save the money for something useful / important." :)
You couldn't care less what logo is on your shoes or clothes (as opposed to when you wouldn't leave the house without specific branding, that's if you can remember that far back)......
You have a BFO lamp/magnifying glass, but can't remember the last time you painted your nails.
Any BFO mag/light recommendations?
That's another sign isn't it? Looking at shiny stuff and thinking, "I'd rather save the money for something useful / important." :)
....that's being retired and not having to work another stroke for the rest of your puff. ;D ;D ;DYou can go off people you know. :)
You forget to attend a Sustrans run on two occasions!
When you think that 71 is a terribly young age for someone to die.
I got offered a seat on the train the other day :(Ha!
When you ask for a nice, comfy office chair for your birthday so that you can look after your back.
I got offered a seat on the train the other day :(Happened to me once a couple of years ago. I was flabbergasted.
A youth offered me his seat on the bus a few months ago. I declined, but he insisted. I was displeased but also glad to sit down.I got offered a seat on the train the other day :(Happened to me once a couple of years ago. I was flabbergasted.
Dear Giraffe,'tis nowadays - fourscore and ten is the new version.
Threescore years and ten is not middle aged.
HTH & HAND
Dear Giraffe,'tis nowadays - fourscore and ten is the new version.
Threescore years and ten is not middle aged.
HTH & HAND
My expected lifespan was 30. I lived my teenage years as a grumpy middle aged person. I wish I'd known...Dear Giraffe,'tis nowadays - fourscore and ten is the new version.
Threescore years and ten is not middle aged.
HTH & HAND
Middle-aged should refer to the middle third of expected lifespan so even I am approaching that last third...
I got offered a seat on the train the other day :(
Give over, grandad ;)
Here was he, as young as ever; envying young people their summer time and the rest of it and more than suspecting that shift in the whole pyramidal accumulation which in his youth had seemed immovable.So middle aged is when you're "as young as ever" but nevertheless can envy young people, and realize that things ain't what they used to be. (He's in his early 50s and it's about 1925.)
Regarding the old Warlord comics:The word Peter means Stone.
I seem to remember getting those whilst I was in mid-primary school ( mid-'70s ), on account of a friend being from an RAF family, and he was quite into that kind of stuffs.
I remember joining up to the 'club', and getting a little plastic wallet through the post with a top-secret membership card and a code-sheet.
Every week, the comic had a page from the HQ, from the Top Dude who went by the name of Lord Peter Flint, IIRC.
There was always a secret message to be decoded, and it helpfully told you whether it was encoded in 'Letter Code 1', 'Letter Code 2', 'Number Code 1', or Number Code 2'.
Can't remember what any of the messages were, tho!
Regarding the old Warlord comics:The word Peter means Stone.
I seem to remember getting those whilst I was in mid-primary school ( mid-'70s ), on account of a friend being from an RAF family, and he was quite into that kind of stuffs.
I remember joining up to the 'club', and getting a little plastic wallet through the post with a top-secret membership card and a code-sheet.
Every week, the comic had a page from the HQ, from the Top Dude who went by the name of Lord Peter Flint, IIRC.
There was always a secret message to be decoded, and it helpfully told you whether it was encoded in 'Letter Code 1', 'Letter Code 2', 'Number Code 1', or Number Code 2'.
Can't remember what any of the messages were, tho!
I think that was the one you had to decode to join the club. That would have been 1973/4.
When you left skool the year before the girl* who is flirting with you was born!
*early 30s :o
What's middle aged, 40 to 60?
Or 65-85, as some of the replies seem to suggest?
What's middle aged, 40 to 60?
Or 65-85, as some of the replies seem to suggest?
When you remember one of your colleagues going on maternity leave and are now working with the result.
When you remember the colleague taking maternity leave and the cause of said maternity leave is now also a colleague.
What's middle aged, 40 to 60?
Or 65-85, as some of the replies seem to suggest?
When you left skool the year before the girl* who is flirting with you was born!
*early 30s :o
I was talking to a young female colleague at an office party a while ago, feeling flattered by her enthusiasm for my company even though I had no intention of taking advantage of her good nature...
Started to feel a bit weird when I realised she was only a few years older than my son.
Never mind leaving school, I graduated from uni before she was born.
When you get your enema by post.....How does that work?
When you get your enema by post.....
When you get your enema by post.....
Middle aged begins when you start doing middle-aged things...
like buying a house
getting a serious job
a serious partner
having kids
wearing suits and ties (or their feminine equivalents)
You get excited when your pension statements arrive which show that you should have a reasonably comfortable life when retirement finally arrives.... ;D
Middle aged begins when you start doing middle-aged things, like buying a house, getting a serious job, a serious partner, having kids, wearing suits and ties (or their feminine equivalents) on a regular basis.
TBH, if you think that a serious job and buying a house are realistic propositions, you're definitely middle-aged.:D! To be fair that's more a generation gap than an age gap.
I must be middle aged; I'm discussing cutlery and dining place settings on Facebook!That's not middle aged, that's middle class! :demon:
TBH, if you think that a serious job and buying a house are realistic propositions, you're definitely middle-aged.:D! To be fair that's more a generation gap than an age gap.I must be middle aged; I'm discussing cutlery and dining place settings on Facebook!That's not middle aged, that's middle class! :demon:
Your Mum forgets your birthday.I remember the first time my mother forgot my birthday, I was gutted. Now I'd be happy if she just recognised me. :(
:(Your Mum forgets your birthday.I remember the first time my mother forgot my birthday, I was gutted. Now I'd be happy if she just recognised me. :(
Hum. Maybe you're (more than) middle-aged when you know that Fry's 5 Boys isn't a reference to paedophilia.
There used to be a pension advert in the paper, a bit like the Fry's 5 Boys ad: a progressively ageing bod going from age 25 (they tell me the job isn't pensionable) to 65 (without a pension I really don't know what I shall do).
Hum. Maybe you're (more than) middle-aged when you know that Fry's 5 Boys isn't a reference to paedophilia.
apparently the number of phones handed into lost property eclipsed the number of umbrellas sometime in the 1990sI think this is a two-way thing. More phones to be lost, and fewer people carrying umbrellas, due to fashion or improvements in waterproof clothing or warmer workplaces or something.
All my computers have just reminded me that my little girl is 30 at the weekend and that I should buy her presents!
Middle aged? I feel positively old!
Went around to a friend's place for dinner on Saturday. I was at least 20 years older than the host and the other four people there.
OK, perhaps not specifically a 'middle aged' thing, but definitely made me feeloldno longer young.
Went around to a friend's place for dinner on Saturday. I was at least 20 years older than the host and the other four people there.
OK, perhaps not specifically a 'middle aged' thing, but definitely made me feeloldno longer young.
Were the young people able to use their cutlery properly?
It seems a sign of my middle age is being judgemental of young people who clearly find this simple skill challenging >:(
Went around to a friend's place for dinner on Saturday. I was at least 20 years older than the host and the other four people there.
OK, perhaps not specifically a 'middle aged' thing, but definitely made me feeloldno longer young.
Were the young people able to use their cutlery properly?
It seems a sign of my middle age is being judgemental of young people who clearly find this simple skill challenging >:(
Yes, they did. There were even chopsticks in use!
It seems a sign of my middle age is being judgemental of young people who clearly find this simple skill challenging >:(
Nooooo, don’t cancel! I’ve bought you flowers and stuff!Ooh, in that case, I'm just slipping into my most elegant bibshorts.
Nooooo, don’t cancel! I’ve bought you flowers and stuff!Ooh, in that case, I'm just slipping into my most elegant bibshorts.
I spent 10 mins looking for the shed keys so I could lock it up and go for a ride. Back Pocket :facepalm:
I still cant find my steel rule, which was also in the shed
... the internet is full of illiterate n00bs who wouldn't know RFC1855 if an avian carrier dropped it on their heads ...
I have long been very impressed at the breadth and depth of your knowledge on so many topics, Kim.
Having no idea (without searching) what a RFC1855 is (a capacitor, perhaps?) nor an avian carrier (a ship that carries aircraft or a means of passing on influenza?) I can now be identified as an illiterate n00b!
Found it - I tidied the workshop :-[Now, I am a long way from OCD, but that photo is just mean.... ;DD
(https://i.imgur.com/Wi79xTh.jpg)
Interesting. That's presumably a gaming-specific dialect thing that I've managed to miss (I'm not a gamer, but some of my best friends are gamers). I only usually encounter "n00b" in the ironic or self-deprecating sense.Calling oneself a n00b is a shorthand way of saying "I was a complete twit without any valid excuse"
Found it - I tidied the workshop :-[Now, I am a long way from OCD, but that photo is just mean.... ;DD
(https://i.imgur.com/Wi79xTh.jpg)
I don't like to brag but . . . . . from my man-cave with everything in its place and a place for everything.Is there any logical reason why the WD40 and GT85 are on different shelves? ;)
(http://www.beewee.org.uk/images/stories/toolboard-jul17-web500w.jpg)
The woodworking department is on the other wall!
Rob
Is there any logical reason why the WD40 and GT85 are on different shelves? ;)Solvents on one shelf, lubricants on another?
;D
That is a good likeness to your avatar, OD. Whenever I see a grinning smiley I will be reminded of you.
Bookshelf syndrome: when you lose track of what the interviewee is saying because you're trying to make out the titles in the bookshelf in the background.I was middle aged as a kid, then :( :( :(
Is there any logical reason why the WD40 and GT85 are on different shelves? ;)Solvents on one shelf, lubricants on another?
I don't like to brag but . . . . . from my man-cave with everything in its place and a place for everything.
(http://www.beewee.org.uk/images/stories/toolboard-jul17-web500w.jpg)
The woodworking department is on the other wall!
Rob
I don't like to brag but . . . . . from my man-cave with everything in its place and a place for everything.
(http://www.beewee.org.uk/images/stories/toolboard-jul17-web500w.jpg)
The woodworking department is on the other wall!
Rob
That makes me so happy! :D
'to can' confuses me. No, that's wrong 'to can' has me completely confounded.
The only thing I can think for it is in putting food or similar in a tin can, 'to can food', but how this fits into the context of the sentence I can't work out and why we would want a word specifically for something as none day to day as canning food, I can't even begin to comprehend. All this would lead me to the conclusion that I have completely missed the point, and Google has only confused me further.
Of course, my general lack of English skills (as apposed to language skills) and dyslexia don't help at all.
It's not really to 'can' it's to 'can even', which is the playful logical opposite[1] of 'can't even' as it appears in "I can't even...", a common construction denoting speechlessness with the actual verb (probably something like "begin to explain how I feel about this") being left as an exercise for the reader.How about "to Marmite even"? Okay, I'm exaggerating, it was actually just "to Marmite" with an "even" used normally for emphasis.
So being able to can even suggests that you're full able to articulate your emotions. Or something.
[1] See also: Molish
A topical one: ...when you know who Jim Bowen was. (I like this one cos it makes me either still young or already old!)
A topical one: ...when you know who Jim Bowen was. (I like this one cos it makes me either still young or already old!)
I've seen the term 'Huxleyed' used, after Aldous Huxley, who died on the same day as JFK (as did CS Lewis).
Seems like a good time to repost this thread: https://twitter.com/davidWhill14/status/959712290269429760That is fascinating. Thanks
1981 was a very long time ago. Only four years after having "No Compassion" was noteworthy enough for a Talking Heads song. Though perhaps it's even the other way round; now "compassion is a virtue" and in 1981 it was normal? Or perhaps it's just Jim Bowen or his producers! But "Strike It Rich" shows it's not a one-way movement.Seems like a good time to repost this thread: https://twitter.com/davidWhill14/status/959712290269429760That is fascinating. Thanks
You remember all too clearly how incredibly wealthy you felt when an uncle or an aunt gave you a half-crown or, wonder of wonders, a 10/- note and then you realise how very, very little such sums will buy nowadays.
(Goes off to finish nacelle fettling - just a couple more cut-outs and screw fittings to go........)Remember to cut on the right side of the line.
;D(Goes off to finish nacelle fettling - just a couple more cut-outs and screw fittings to go........)Remember to cut on the right side of the line.
My first pint was 1/3 in a sort of hotel place. I was 14 at the time, but 6' 4" and also my dad had been a local licencee, so I was OK. That was for mild - bitter was a bit more.You remember all too clearly how incredibly wealthy you felt when an uncle or an aunt gave you a half-crown or, wonder of wonders, a 10/- note and then you realise how very, very little such sums will buy nowadays.
I recall that the first pint I bought, in my local rugby club bar after a game (and I was about 16 at the time!), was 2/6. Or 4 pints for 10 bob - not that I ever bought 4 pints....... My dad would have had something to say about that.
(Goes off to finish nacelle fettling - just a couple more cut-outs and screw fittings to go........)
When you remember what you were doing when George VI died.
I don't know the frank Zappa reference, but my immediate thought was "don't eat it!"
The met office issues a Yellow Snow Warning and your first thought is of Frank Zappa.
I don't know the frank Zappa reference, but my immediate thought was "don't eat it!"
https://youtu.be/TLIppgE45wM?t=1m56s
When you remember what you were doing when George VI died.
I don't quite remember that far back but always thought that my Grand Father looked just like the late King..... well... you never know what the Edward VII was doing in Hackney in early 1905 do you..... ;D
When you remember what you were doing when George VI died.
I don't wish to be disrespectful to King George VI's contenmporaries but I wonder at what point you realise that you are getting beyond middle age.
I could mention the word 'menopause'.
It's been appearing in the graun a lot recently.
I don't wish to be disrespectful to King George VI's contenmporaries but I wonder at what point you realise that you are getting beyond middle age.
You receive mailshots from Saga.
You receive mailshots from Saga.
And flyers for “retirement communities” ::-)
You receive mailshots from Saga.
And flyers for “retirement communities” ::-)
I'm told by those who know that some Saga holidays are absolutely brilliant so wouldn't mind giving one a try at some point. However, I hope never to find myself living in a retirement community.
King George VI gave you the belt? Blimey. (sure it wasn't the order of The Garter?)When you remember what you were doing when George VI died.
Jings yes. Our headmaster came in to the classroom to tell us.The same man had previously given me the belt for talking during lunch, which was at our desks.
I must be more than past middle age. Today would have been my grandmother's 120th birthday.
She's no longer with us but I'm a little less than half of that.
I must be more than past middle age. Today would have been my grandmother's 120th birthday.
She's no longer with us but I'm a little less than half of that.
Middle age: when half your friends are dead.
When you find yourself becoming pedantic about mathematical terminology....I must be more than past middle age. Today would have been my grandmother's 120th birthday.
She's no longer with us but I'm a little less than half of that.
Middle age: when half your friends are dead.
I think that's being Median Aged.
When you find yourself becoming pedantic about mathematical terminology....I must be more than past middle age. Today would have been my grandmother's 120th birthday.
She's no longer with us but I'm a little less than half of that.
Middle age: when half your friends are dead.
I think that's being Median Aged.
I must be more than past middle age. Today would have been my grandmother's 120th birthday.
She's no longer with us but I'm a little less than half of that.
Middle age: when half your friends are dead.
40.0 apparently, its highest ever figure, having risen from 33.9 in 1974.I must be more than past middle age. Today would have been my grandmother's 120th birthday.
She's no longer with us but I'm a little less than half of that.
Middle age: when half your friends are dead.
I think that's being Median Aged.
Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional!
Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional!
True that is.
Thats a trap, that is.Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional!
True that is.
Not according to Mrs T42, she's always telling me to grow up*.
* lie. She just says "well, it's your decision" with one of those looks.
Thats a trap, that is.Growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional!
True that is.
Not according to Mrs T42, she's always telling me to grow up*.
* lie. She just says "well, it's your decision" with one of those looks.
When you think that putting Radio 2 on is a good idea. It didn’t last though, so I think I’m safe for a bit longer.Or when you hear Radio 2 and it's playing something by "The Clash" and it doesn't strike you as odd.
In other thoughts. When you wake up and the first thought that flits through your mind is that you can't remember the last time you saw a television set with horizontal and vertical hold controls.
Adjusting the tracking on a VHS. Ah, happy evenings.
Adjusting the tracking on a VHS. Ah, happy evenings.
The one generation who knew how to work the timer on a VCR are now middle-aged.
For added awesomes, top loading.Oooooff!
What's this with numbered programmes? The Light Programme, Third Programme, and Home Service surely. ???2LO
You could only mistake Radio 2 for Radio 1 if you thought that somehow R1 had the exact same DJs playing the exact same music today as 20 or more years ago.That was certainly part of the problem yesterday morning. Steve Wright is still as much an annoying twunt as he was 35 years ago!
...you saw Logan's Run on a LaserDisk player.Ah, JA. Sigh.
What's this with numbered programmes? The Light Programme, Third Programme, and Home Service surely. ???2LO
What's this with numbered programmes? The Light Programme, Third Programme, and Home Service surely. ???2LO
That's NOT MIDDLE-aged!
Adjusting the tracking on a VHS. Ah, happy evenings.
The one generation who knew how to work the timer on a VCR are now middle-aged.
I certainly am
And I am also one of that generation who still has a casette player in their car, courtesy of LandRover's speed of embracement of newness. I get to play all those scratchy tapes from my late teens and early twenties all over again.
You could only mistake Radio 2 for Radio 1 if you thought that somehow R1 had the exact same DJs playing the exact same music today as 20 or more years ago.
Our car has a cassette player, though given it's only about 11 or 12 years old (OK, ancient for a car*, but still, who used cassettes in 2006?), I can only assume it was a punishment gesture from Ford for buying the cheapest car they made. I think it worked out a £1000 more if you wanted a CD player and locks on the inside of the doors.
*now 100 miles off the big 10k. We have a suspicion that when the meter clicks over from 9999 that the entire thing will come apart like a clown car leaving us sitting in the middle of the road.
I bought some double sided sticky foam pads to stick electronic bits into my model aeroplanes. I know I did because eBay says so. So I must have.
I recall using a few, but not many. I don't recall where I put the packet when I'd done that. I do know that it's not where I used to put the previous packet until that ran out.
I've bought another packet. Presumably the part-used packet will turn up today, at about the same time as the postman.
This never used to happen to me 20 years ago.......
EDIT: The postie brought the second batch of sticky pads, purchased from the original supplier, loose in a plain envelope. The first batch did not show up at the same time.
In hunting for the first batch, I was looking for some sort of proprietary packaging, but I now suspect that I probably re-packaged the pads into a packet/bag/box of my own choosing. Which is going to make it even harder to find them.
Is my brain really fading that fast? Is there any hope.......?
.... you check this topic every few days to see if you are there yet
Cassette players are more useful than a CD player in a car. At least you can stick a tape-adapter in and plug it into your MP3 player. Much better than an FM transmitter.Absolutely. You can run a DAB radio through them as well. After we killed the peugeot and bought Red Ted, we had to buy a DAB car radio, because it had a CD player. It also has a USB slot for playing your MP3. A lot of spend to get where we were, and we can't play tapes on it.
You need Viagra just to get your hopes up!
Trick is to have old enough cars that you can just slot the radio out and install one of your choosing. Better than having to buy a tape recorder to copy things to tape for the car.
You are the only person in your place of work who has watched a black and white film. :oI used to work with a bloke who wouldn't watch black and white films on TV as he'd paid for a colour licence and was damn well going to get his money's worth.
You remember a good night out on a ten bob note.
You remember a good night out on a ten bob note.
Blimey. I can remember black and white television but I cannot remember ten bob notes. You must be very old Basil. :P
You remember a good night out on a ten bob note.
Blimey. I can remember black and white television but I cannot remember ten bob notes. You must be very old Basil. :P
You're right. That's beyond middle-aged, isn't it?
You remember a good night out on a ten bob note.
You remember a good night out on a ten bob note.And you* start repeating yourself without realising you're doing so. See posts starting here (https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=87402.msg2267700#msg2267700)
I was quite surprised when the machine gave me £5s the other day. That's not even a beer token in 2018 London (£6.50 for a 330ml can as it turned out).
ETA: of course, complaining about the price of beer is another symptom of middle age. Though that was bloody expensive (the price of rooftop drinking).
They had internal door handles until unfortunate folk leant against them in moving trains, with predictably disastrous results.
I suppose this proves I am OLD...
I also remember when HST referred (in the UK) to only one type of train. :D
... the venerable 125 HSTs ...Stupidly I still think of these as "new" and stuff like the 33s and 47s as "old" when the classification should be "old" and "ancient" respectively or possibly even "ancient" and "antediluvian".
Quote from: Jaded... the venerable 125 HSTs ...Stupidly I still think of these as "new" and stuff like the 33s and 47s as "old" when the classification should be "old" and "ancient" respectively or possibly even "ancient" and "antediluvian".
Anyway the reason I dropped by. Another clue that you're middle-aged is that not only do you remember "old" money you still have half a ton of scrap metal and odd bits of scrap paper stuffed away in various boxes about the house.
(https://farm1.staticflickr.com/951/39903783490_254834f5fe_z_d.jpg)
Still at least I'm ready for Brexit and a return to all things "proper" where Britain resumes her rightful role in the world as a piratical free-booter looting the wealth of other countries whilst other countries are suitably grateful for our attentions and our unrivalled gifts of parliamentary democracy, free speech and knowing how to form a proper queue. And most importantly we return to a sensible and rational currency system which confuses the blazes out of Johnny Foreigner and lets us feel immeasurably superior (as is our right) once more.
You get thanked for letting someone out of an HST, by dint of knowing that there’s no internal door handle.
Bonus points for remembering when HSTs DID have internal door handles.
Quote from: Jaded... the venerable 125 HSTs ...Stupidly I still think of these as "new" and stuff like the 33s and 47s as "old" when the classification should be "old" and "ancient" respectively or possibly even "ancient" and "antediluvian".
Anyway the reason I dropped by. Another clue that you're middle-aged is that not only do you remember "old" money you still have half a ton of scrap metal and odd bits of scrap paper stuffed away in various boxes about the house.
(https://farm1.staticflickr.com/951/39903783490_254834f5fe_z_d.jpg)
Still at least I'm ready for Brexit and a return to all things "proper" where Britain resumes her rightful role in the world as a piratical free-booter looting the wealth of other countries whilst other countries are suitably grateful for our attentions and our unrivalled gifts of parliamentary democracy, free speech and knowing how to form a proper queue. And most importantly we return to a sensible and rational currency system which confuses the blazes out of Johnny Foreigner and lets us feel immeasurably superior (as is our right) once more.
Ah those were the days, ten bob note, gallon of fuel, out into the countryside, pie and a pint, come back with change. Sigh......
Ah those were the days, ten bob note, gallon of fuel, out into the countryside, pie and a pint, come back with change. Sigh......
Nostalgia :sick: ;D
But how long did it take the average person to earn 10 bob? You could probably do the same today with a 20 quid note and perhaps it would take the same amount of time to earn. Obviously you'd need to make some careful choices as these days you could easily blow the best part of £20 on a pie and a pint.
I'm still annoyed that my grandfather's slide rule (which he gave me when I didn't really know enough maths to use it properly) wasn't amongst the things I liberated from my parents' house. He had one of those Sinclair calculators too, but I suspect that got binned after he died, because nobody had really cottoned onto the idea of Sir Clive's creations ever being collectable classics.If you'd just like a slide rule, I might be able to bring one to Long Itch. If you want one with memories, then obviously I can't.
I have my father's 5-figure logarithm book somewhere.
And I'm sufficiently old that, in the sixth form I was more accurate and faster than the calculators then available.
... The people you went to school with start dying, of natural causes...
First one that I am aware of, today.
... The people you went to school with start dying, of natural causes...
First one that I am aware of, today.
Yeah, that's happened a few times (but then I am <mumble> years older) and it sucks.
Sympathies. I would offer to make you a coffee but you're waaaayyyy better at it than I am...
I have my father's 5-figure logarithm book somewhere.I have an old logarithm/trig. function book (that I can't find atm), a slide rule that I used at work in the mid-60s and also a 120-year calendar that ran out 2 years ago! It was published in '57.
And I'm sufficiently old that, in the sixth form I was more accurate and faster than the calculators then available.
Surely that was a 60 year calendar then?It's from an insurance company, so it could be for start/finish dates of policies - some of those are 60-years+.
You local heritage railway is running trains of your childhood, not steam
(https://farm1.staticflickr.com/829/28064764008_4a0799567c_z.jpg) (https://flic.kr/p/JKZfzw)
I flew back from Berlin yesterday and the as usual, and while the pilot fidgeted in the cockpit (presumably trying to find the switch that turns the foglights off) the first officer was charged with the usual say goodbye to the deplaning passengers duty. No issues with that, but I swear she didn't look old enough to have passed her driving test.
I suspect there's some rule about punching passengers no matter how well deserved that punch might be.
I get excited by off-cuts of wood that will make ideal paint-stirrers at some point in the future.
I get excited by off-cuts of wood that will make ideal paint-stirrers at some point in the future.
Hah! I'm currently rooting through off-cuts from jobs I did 25 years ago in search of pieces of timber suitable for guitar necks because the DIY shops don't stock anything decent any more. And realizing that that metre-long 20 x 50mm chunk of sapele that I casually used for the last one will probably be the last I see unless I order on-line.
I get excited by off-cuts of wood that will make ideal paint-stirrers at some point in the future.
Hah! I'm currently rooting through off-cuts from jobs I did 25 years ago in search of pieces of timber suitable for guitar necks because the DIY shops don't stock anything decent any more. And realizing that that metre-long 20 x 50mm chunk of sapele that I casually used for the last one will probably be the last I see unless I order on-line.
Get some Birds-eye Maple. It's only three-ha'pence a foot.
When drying off after your shower, you discover one armpit still full of soap. And realize it's not for the first time.that's not middle-age! What a terrible suggestion.
I get excited by off-cuts of wood that will make ideal paint-stirrers at some point in the future.
Hah! I'm currently rooting through off-cuts from jobs I did 25 years ago in search of pieces of timber suitable for guitar necks because the DIY shops don't stock anything decent any more. And realizing that that metre-long 20 x 50mm chunk of sapele that I casually used for the last one will probably be the last I see unless I order on-line.
Get some Birds-eye Maple. It's only three-ha'pence a foot.
A ha'penny too much...
Penny a foot's more the mark
Get some Birds-eye Maple. It's only three-ha'pence a foot.
You local heritage railway is running trains of your childhood, not steamThere is a 3 carriage unit shuttling up & down the Coastway line (Portsmouth to Brighton) which is done up in the old BR livery. Took me by surprise the first time I saw it.
(https://farm1.staticflickr.com/829/28064764008_4a0799567c_z.jpg) (https://flic.kr/p/JKZfzw)
I get excited by off-cuts of wood that will make ideal paint-stirrers at some point in the future.
Hah! I'm currently rooting through off-cuts from jobs I did 25 years ago in search of pieces of timber suitable for guitar necks because the DIY shops don't stock anything decent any more. And realizing that that metre-long 20 x 50mm chunk of sapele that I casually used for the last one will probably be the last I see unless I order on-line.
Get some Birds-eye Maple. It's only three-ha'pence a foot.
A ha'penny too much...
Penny a foot's more the mark
And when it rains...….
I get excited by off-cuts of wood that will make ideal paint-stirrers at some point in the future.
Hah! I'm currently rooting through off-cuts from jobs I did 25 years ago in search of pieces of timber suitable for guitar necks because the DIY shops don't stock anything decent any more. And realizing that that metre-long 20 x 50mm chunk of sapele that I casually used for the last one will probably be the last I see unless I order on-line.
Get some Birds-eye Maple. It's only three-ha'pence a foot.
A ha'penny too much...
Penny a foot's more the mark
And when it rains...….
Oh purleeze! If you are going to continue the poem, do your best to make it accurate! :P
"A penny a foot, and when rain comes..."
I can go with the cold weather one Lou.
I used to be the one wandering round, de icing cars whilst wearing a t shirt and shorts. I was also the go to bed warmer. Mrs F used to rely on me going to be 10 minutes before her as I used to get pleasure from climbing into a chilled bed and warming up. Too chuffing cold for that nowdays.
Being a woman and middle-aged means that I am the one to warm up the bed.
In contrast, my middle-aged wife is the block of ice who sleeps in PJs in a sleeping bag under her duvet and blankets, often aided by a hot water bottle while I am one of nature's radiators who sleeps naked under a summer duvet.
I can go with the cold weather one Lou.
I used to be the one wandering round, de icing cars whilst wearing a t shirt and shorts. I was also the go to bed warmer. Mrs F used to rely on me going to be 10 minutes before her as I used to get pleasure from climbing into a chilled bed and warming up. Too chuffing cold for that nowdays.
;D Being a woman and middle-aged means that I am the one to warm up the bed.
i have often wondered whether there was a living to me made, offering my bed-warming services to thermally-challenged ladies...
i have often wondered whether there was a living to me made, offering my bed-warming services to thermally-challenged ladies...
On heat? At your age?
When you go can't be arsed watching the New Year's fireworks.
Yeah, we had the usual Bierut impressions going on up & down the street.I don't know why anyone would want to do impressions of the 1950s president of communist Poland!
Yeah, we had the usual Bierut impressions going on up & down the street.You know you're middle aged when loud firework displays going on all night are compared to Beirut! ;) ;) :-*
You realise that you have socks older than the undergrads that you meet on a daily basis around work and your work tea towel is older than most of then people that you share an office with (tea towel was a hideous engagement gift in 1988 that was kept at the back of the draw and never used. It was pulled out and taken to work rather than throwing it away.)Youngster - I still have tea towels that my mother bought in the '70s. They are getting a bit worn but are still thicker and more absorbent than the modern ones.
Yeah, we had the usual Bierut impressions going on up & down the street.You know you're middle aged when loud firework displays going on all night are compared to Beirut! ;) ;) :-*
That said, what's the modern equivalent? Sana'a? Mogadishu?
Yeah, we had the usual Bierut impressions going on up & down the street.I don't know why anyone would want to do impressions of the 1950s president of communist Poland!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bolesław_Bierut (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bolesław_Bierut)
'Little' Jimmy Osmond, several years your junior, is treated for a stroke.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-46721950 (https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-46721950)
Troo dat!Yeah, we had the usual Bierut impressions going on up & down the street.You know you're middle aged when loud firework displays going on all night are compared to Beirut! ;) ;) :-*
That said, what's the modern equivalent? Sana'a? Mogadishu?
AFAIK Bierut's the only one that became idiom.
Dear All,
It is with great sadness that I forward a message from [Mrs year mate] .
**** passed away peacefully in hospital on 3rd January from aspiration pneumonia as a complication of his dementia. She is clearly shocked but is well supported by friends and family . She requested that I share the news with all of his medical school colleagues .
With best wishes to you all
Today's email...QuoteDear All,
It is with great sadness that I forward a message from [Mrs year mate] .
**** passed away peacefully in hospital on 3rd January from aspiration pneumonia as a complication of his dementia. She is clearly shocked but is well supported by friends and family . She requested that I share the news with all of his medical school colleagues .
With best wishes to you all
Art is long, life is short.
On that reckoning, lou, middle age comes round time and time again; in fact, every 10 years!
On that reckoning, lou, middle age comes round time and time again; in fact, every 10 years!
Middle age is when you start counting in hexadecimal to try to reduce that...
Don't worry Lou - I'm finding 29 tough too :-*
Don't worry Lou - I'm finding 29 tough too :-*
When you check the LInkedIn page of the graduate who's leaving, to discover that she must at least be in her early 30's. :-\When you think that "early 30's" is young, because you have two children older than said graduate.
The Tom Lehrer approach (giving his age in Celcius) works well too.On that reckoning, lou, middle age comes round time and time again; in fact, every 10 years!
Middle age is when you start counting in hexadecimal to try to reduce that...
The Tom Lehrer approach (giving his age in Celcius) works well too.On that reckoning, lou, middle age comes round time and time again; in fact, every 10 years!
Middle age is when you start counting in hexadecimal to try to reduce that...
All you think about when in work is about retiring.^This.
You collect your first pair of varifocals.
Cue lots of wierdness and nausea.....
You collect your first pair of varifocals.
Cue lots of wierdness and nausea.....
You collect your first pair of varifocals.
Cue lots of wierdness and nausea.....
Careful going down stairs ! Actually I've more or less abandoned contact lenses now & am a full time vari wearer. A great improvement on my old single distance ones.
I also bought (with the free second pair offer) a pair with a fixed distance at about 4 feet - for reading music.
That's a failing of varifocals for me too. Being a clarinet player, the tilt of the head and position of the throat just does not work with my varifocal prescription.
I also bought (with the free second pair offer) a pair with a fixed distance at about 4 feet - for reading music.
It's even worse playing baritone. Got this great big lump of curly brass in front of you - right where the relevant bit of your varifocals is. Definitely single vision is the way to go for reading music.Exactly. Turn the head to see the music and you change the embouchure. Got to keep sax and head together.That's a failing of varifocals for me too. Being a clarinet player, the tilt of the head and position of the throat just does not work with my varifocal prescription.
I also bought (with the free second pair offer) a pair with a fixed distance at about 4 feet - for reading music.
Would you believe it? Earlier this month I got an extra pair of glasses so that I can read music which sits just beyond an arm's length away, in my case on my iPad, which does not display quite as large as A4.
The father of your (step)grandchildren turns 40.
The father of your (step)grandchildren turns 40.
And they go a bit like Bridge bidding or a medical version of the Four Yorkshiremen. "I'll see your rotator cuff and raise you my diverticulosis".
And they go a bit like Bridge bidding or a medical version of the Four Yorkshiremen. "I'll see your rotator cuff and raise you my diverticulosis".
Barakta usually wins.
"5 cases in the literature, one associated with my syndrome. The radiologist was quite upset."
And they go a bit like Bridge bidding or a medical version of the Four Yorkshiremen. "I'll see your rotator cuff and raise you my diverticulosis".
And they go a bit like Bridge bidding or a medical version of the Four Yorkshiremen. "I'll see your rotator cuff and raise you my diverticulosis".
For my parents generation it's the numbers of hips, stents and bypasses.
I gave up on varifocals. I used to work with multiple computer monitors at varying angles and distances. The varifocals were a nuisance. I now use two pairs of glasses. Distance and computer distance (10cm beyond my finger tips). I usually read without glasses. (I have also given up work)
Anyway, I wear single vision distance specs for films and exhibitions.
When 20 kph gusting 60 seems like a good reason to stay home.
I gave up on varifocals. I used to work with multiple computer monitors at varying angles and distances. The varifocals were a nuisance. I now use two pairs of glasses. Distance and computer distance (10cm beyond my finger tips). I usually read without glasses. (I have also given up work)
Same here. Every time I turned my head wearing varifocals a wave traversed my desk-top. Made me quite ill.
I gave up on varifocals. I used to work with multiple computer monitors at varying angles and distances. The varifocals were a nuisance. I now use two pairs of glasses. Distance and computer distance (10cm beyond my finger tips). I usually read without glasses. (I have also given up work)
Same here. Every time I turned my head wearing varifocals a wave traversed my desk-top. Made me quite ill.
Serves you right. That's what you get for surfing the web.
All you think about when in work is about retiring.^This.
Relatively good day = retire end of May 2019 after 59th birthday.
Dealing-with-numpties day = retire early Jan 2019 at 30 years service.
So far this year, it's a walk-over for the numpties. ::-)
Surely all this talk of varifocals signals reaching the end of 'middle aged'.
[EDIT] If there's denial about entering 'middle aged' then I'm sure there's even more denial about leaving it...
Surely all this talk of varifocals signals reaching the end of 'middle aged'.
[EDIT] If there's denial about entering 'middle aged' then I'm sure there's even more denial about leaving it...
60 is the new 40!
All pensions depend on if you are lucky enough to have saved enough. If you have a big enough fund you can choose a low yield and watch the money grow above inflation.
In my case my pension is invested in investment trusts, open ended funds and a few shares. This will provide an income of 4%. If I was richer I would have chosen a lower yield. Funds that yield 2% grow more and in time produce more income than the 4% funds that grow more slowly.
As for taking a lump sum. I never will. I will stay invested and take the cash free element with each withdrawal.
I am retired at 56. [I look after my octogenarian mother]
I am currently living on less that 10,000 income generated by my ISA (tax free)
At 60 I will change my Pension funds from growth to income funds and take uncrystallised lump sums
At this point my retirement income will be higher than my modest finishing pay after tax.
At state retirement age the government will probably give me some more money.
If I stayed at work and carried on paying into my pension to state pension age I would probably have become a millionaire. That was a really impressive number when I left school but was not a big enough incentive now.
Just in case anyone thinks I am totally on top of my finances. In the last 12 months my wealth has dropped by £100,000. Eeek!
Just in case anyone thinks I am totally on top of my finances. In the last 12 months my wealth has dropped by £100,000. Eeek!If you're talking in terms of £x00,000 then you must be very well off.
It is really, really, really irritating. Almost as irritating as the new car not having a built in CD player!!!!When a technology that was new and shiny when you were a teenager is now obsolete.
It is really, really, really irritating. Almost as irritating as the new car not having a built in CD player!!!!When a technology that was new and shiny when you were a teenager is now obsolete.
It is really, really, really irritating. Almost as irritating as the new car not having a built in CD player!!!!When a technology that was new and shiny when you were a teenager is now obsolete.
It is really, really, really irritating. Almost as irritating as the new car not having a built in CD player!!!!When a technology that was new and shiny when you were a teenager is now obsolete.
I dunno, as someone who grew up with Moore's Law, I consider that sort of obsolescence to be normal and ordinary and just part of the way the world works.
Middle age is when you stop caring about the new stuff...
When you read this ...... the half inch Snowdonia map that's next to me and is older than me, cost on the cover, 55p
... and your first thought is that someone who thinks a decimal price is old must be really young.
I used to have a Bartholomews 3s/6d map of Mull.
Barakta seems to spend an alarming amount of time listening to music via Youtube.Youtube has become probably my favourite music listening method, simply because it's available, has far more stuff on it than I would ever own, is free, etc. Oh and because the CD player is broken. Laptop speakers are pretty crap, I often use headphones, it's still not good sound quality but that's not hugely important.
And here am I, with a good 20 years on Kim, listening on Spotify. Quality for me is fine, especially when listening to digitally remastered files over Sonos speaker. Probably because the quality of my original vinyl collection (disposed of 30 years ago at the local charity shop by me ex..) was mainly crap '70's pressings. And it gives me access to things I've never listed to before, plus it's portable at a time when actually sitting listening is a luxury - my musical tastes are not shared by my wife, and I find wearing headphones when she's around impolite. So having the ability to stream music in the gym via earpods, or in the shed over the Sonos is brilliant. Horses for courses.
When you read this ...... the half inch Snowdonia map that's next to me and is older than me, cost on the cover, 55p
... and your first thought is that someone who thinks a decimal price is old must be really young.
I used to have a Bartholomews 3s/6d map of Mull.
Unfortunately road-runner when you think someone in their early forties is really young you possibly don't qualify for this thread anymore
;) ;D
It is really, really, really irritating. Almost as irritating as the new car not having a built in CD player!!!!When a technology that was new and shiny when you were a teenager is now obsolete.
I dunno, as someone who grew up with Moore's Law, I consider that sort of obsolescence to be normal and ordinary and just part of the way the world works.
Middle age is when you stop caring about the new stuff...
Of course, Kim is right. I don't care about new stuff. I simply want to play the 800 odd CD's (and trust me, some of them are very odd) I own in the car. And while I am at it.... I have a number of 78's I would like to play as well.....
Yeah, Youtube's brilliant because you can go and find out what almost anything is.That neverendingness is also the problem with using it. That and the fact you're staring at a screen.
And here am I, with a good 20 years on Kim, listening on Spotify. Quality for me is fine, especially when listening to digitally remastered files over Sonos speaker. Probably because the quality of my original vinyl collection (disposed of 30 years ago at the local charity shop by me ex..) was mainly crap '70's pressings. And it gives me access to things I've never listed to before, plus it's portable at a time when actually sitting listening is a luxury - my musical tastes are not shared by my wife, and I find wearing headphones when she's around impolite. So having the ability to stream music in the gym via earpods, or in the shed over the Sonos is brilliant. Horses for courses.
Heh.
Having lived with a paritally deaf person for about 18 years, nearly all my listening is with headphones, as playing audio into the room is impolite (music's just a source of noise, and speech is distressingly indistinguishable from a random person in the house). As such, I've got out of the habit of listening to music other than when sitting down to specifically listen to music (rare), to drown out the leakage of barata's beepy euro-pop[1], or when travelling. So I do very little of it, and 20 odd gigabytes of FLACs on my phone is usually sufficient. I'm so completely out of touch with music I don't already know that streaming would be wasted on me.
[1] Ironically, barakta spends more time listening to music than I do, as it helps her manage tinnitus. Thanks to Newton's third law, her BAHA shares a tinny little version of what going into her skull with the rest of the room, in a manner similar to original Walkman headphones.
Speaking of which, I was just moaning to Pingu that I need to remove my music off my work laptop to generate some space and I can't put it on my external hard drive now because we're banned from moving files to USB.
Pingu piped up, you've just bought a 256Gb SD card for that new phone, you could get our entire music collection on there.
Oh yes. Of course.
Truly, WTTF.
I though navel-covering trousers were a Simon Cowell thing!
I'm sure I came in here for something, but I can't remember what it was now.
Oh, they're on my head.
"What the utter re!" as the young ones say.I'm sure I came in here for something, but I can't remember what it was now.
Oh, they're on my head.
Over 10 years ago, I got in a panic about losing a small child in Legoland.
He was on my shoulders...
I'm sure I came in here for something, but I can't remember what it was now.
Oh, they're on my head.
You suspect you lost karma points somewhere by having to use Google to find out who Craig David is/was.:thumbsup:
I'm sure I came in here for something, but I can't remember what it was now.
Oh, they're on my head.
Your underpants ?
When you learn that Vyvyan/Eddie Hitler is moving to Albert Square.Good grief.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-48220537
Does anyone under 40 keep bees ?
We kept bees at school.Mr Edmondson, the head teacher, was bee wrangler in chief and over 40, but his willing assistants were 11.Does anyone under 40 keep bees ?
Not deliberately.
In conversation with two colleagues (in their mod-thirties), neither has heard of Cream, or Jack Bruce or Ginger Baker...Aye and the reverse holds. When they talk about musicans (that's not music, it's a bloody racket) you've never heard of.
In conversation with two colleagues (in their mod-thirties), neither has heard of Cream, or Jack Bruce or Ginger Baker...
When you learn that Vyvyan/Eddie Hitler is moving to Albert Square.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-48220537 (https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-48220537)
I've heard of Ken Bruce ;)Well I've vaguely heard of Jack Bruce, also of Lenny Bruce but had to google Ken Bruce. Hmm, you may be a whippersnapper but if you're listening to Radio 2, that's the definition of middle aged!
When you try and talk about comedy with your junior colleagues and are stonewalled by them never having heard of Pete and Dud.
I did at least manage to get them to work out who Pete was as they'd at least seen Blackadder, I failed with Dudley Moore. Is it normal to feel sorry for them as a result?
Having watched Graham Norton last night I'm left wondering what middle-age is defined as these days as Tom Hanks admitted to 'middle age' at the age of 62. Does that really count as middle aged these days?*
*This may be the wrong forum to say this.... forgive me, I am still a whippersnapper at 48 ;)
When you learn that Vyvyan/Eddie Hitler is moving to Albert Square.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-48220537 (https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-48220537)
He's a little lost without 'Wik'. he was in Holby City/Casualty (are these actually different these days?) for some time a while back. besides Eastenders has never been the same since I realised the vicar in it is Vila from Blake's Seven
Didn't everyone in Blake's 7 die horribly and en masse?They did. I was doing some ironing while watching it. I was so shocked I nearly burnt my freshly pressed trousers.
Didn't everyone in Blake's 7 die horribly and en masse?They did. I was doing some ironing while watching it. I was so shocked I nearly burnt my freshly pressed trousers.
You get told off for perving at young policemen.
perving at young police officers, please
The cheapest car insurance you can buy is from Saga (that one really annoyed my wife).
(https://i.imgur.com/X6eElNu.png)
When you see this photo and think 3d (thruppence, not three-dimensional).
https://twitter.com/realmandeville/status/1174610815288336384?s=21 (https://twitter.com/realmandeville/status/1174610815288336384?s=21)Wow! I'm officially old enough to take a Saga cruise. This can only mean I'm beyond middle-aged into the official senile age group. Or do you only get there when you actually want to take a Saga cruise?
The “B” Ark.
https://twitter.com/realmandeville/status/1174610815288336384?s=21 (https://twitter.com/realmandeville/status/1174610815288336384?s=21)Wow! I'm officially old enough to take a Saga cruise. This can only mean I'm beyond middle-aged into the official senile age group. Or do you only get there when you actually want to take a Saga cruise?
The “B” Ark.
I'm confused....Aye, that's another sign of middle age. :)
OS 1 inch (1:63 360) maps were 6/6 back in the day...
I think the first 1:50 000 sheets were 80p.
OS 1 inch (1:63 360) maps were 6/6 back in the day...
I think the first 1:50 000 sheets were 80p.
I have 4 sheets of the whole of the Isle of Skye in 1:63360. I bought them in a second hand shop in Southend shortly after I started teaching, so that would probably have been 1975 or 1976. I think they cost me 5p each. After decimalisation and after the introduction of the 1:50000 "bodged" sheets, anyway. I remember thinking "One day I will go to the Isle of Skye and these maps will come in useful!" Three are marked 40p. One is marked 8/- (40p).
They did come in useful. Jan and I visited Skye in ... 2010 I think.
In Norn Iron I occasionally used my dad's, mostly for runs down the Ards - I think they might have cost 6d when he was cycling.Could you get Ordnance Survey maps in Norn Iron? I thought they were a GB rather than a UK thing due to some historical reason or another.
In Norn Iron I occasionally used my dad's, mostly for runs down the Ards - I think they might have cost 6d when he was cycling.Could you get Ordnance Survey maps in Norn Iron? I thought they were a GB rather than a UK thing due to some historical reason or another.
S'funny... 40p seems cheap but 8/- seems quite dear. I don't think I ever paid more than 3/6d.
when you learn that someone you've worked with for several years was born in the year you went off to collegeIn my new job, my Teh Boss is a couple of years younger than my daughter. A colleague was at school with my son in law.
"Kid, I've got shoes older than you" ~ The Finn
when you learn that someone you've worked with for several years was born in the year you went off to college
"Kid, I've got shoes older than you" ~ The Finn
Tell me something, when does middle age start?
Thursday is when the weekend starts (unless it's a long weekend), ergo middle age is the weekend.Tell me something, when does middle age start?
Thursday. I could never get the hang of Thursdays.
Thursday is when the weekend starts (unless it's a long weekend), ergo middle age is the weekend.Tell me something, when does middle age start?
Thursday. I could never get the hang of Thursdays.
You discover a colleague in their early 20's was born on your 30th birthday.In my case, I discovered that an ex-girlfriend recently bought a house with her partner. He was born when I was 27.
The beep emitted by the continuity tester in your multimeter is beyond your auditory range.
In the 80's I did a Computer sci degree.So what on earth does it say? It still says "Shut down" on mine, which is Windows 8. Have Microsoft invented a new word???!
Last month I had a work laptop 'upgraded' to windows 10 and I had to ask PB for help finding the shutdown command. How was I to know it was no longer an English word :-[
The beep emitted by the continuity tester in your multimeter is beyond your auditory range.
That's a bit worrying.
And another reason[1] why they should have the option to flash the backlight like those nice Brymen ones.
[1] See also: Continuity testing in loud or noise-sensitive environments. Both if you're a soundie.
Tell me something, when does middle age start?
Tell me something, when does middle age start?
35, apparently. :'(
https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/health/news/7458147/Middle-age-begins-at-35-and-ends-at-58.html (https://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/health/news/7458147/Middle-age-begins-at-35-and-ends-at-58.html)
Surely you're middle-aged if you remember Windows 3.1.I remember when people got excited about Windows 3.0
Surely you're middle-aged if you remember Windows 3.1.
I don't know what the OS was, but when I started using computers at work I was writing documents in WordPerfect 3.1.I'll see your WordPerfect 3.1 and raise you WordStar on a CP/M terminal connected to the Magic Box using RS232 electric string.
You know you're middle aged when you reminisce about old computer programs you used to use.
I think you've just proved roadrunner's point. :DYou know you're middle aged when you reminisce about old computer programs you used to use.
Nahh, I've been doing that since I was about 17.
We made 35mm slides for lectures on the computer and photographed the screen before we bought for the department a special projector thing to which we attached a camera. Then the film was sent for processing score we got it back and mounted the slides. Fastest we could do a lecture in was 48 hours with overnight delivery.
My other son will inherit the walking stick made from the propeller of the Sopwith my grandfather flew in WW1.Wow. Quite an heirloom. :thumbsup:
My other son will inherit the walking stick made from the propeller of the Sopwith my grandfather flew in WW1.One heck of an heirloom.
Does reaching for the smallest adjustable spanner in your tool kit which you inherited from your father on his death who got it from his father count.
Even if it doesn't, it was a really strange feeling taking up a tool which is quite possibly 100years old. Almost a Star Wars moment. "I am a self taught tinkerer and mechanic like my father (and my grandfather)".
And why was smoking at the front of the plane but the back of the bus? I remember the theory for the bus was that air currents would carry smoke back anyway, also that it would rise and that's why it was allowed on the top deck of double-deckers. None of which had any practical effect, of course, any more than did the absence of theory in restaurants.
I can remember being on a plane where people smoked. I was at the front of the no-smoking area, but the curtain didn't do much to stop smoke intrusion from the smoking area in front.
You know you are middle aged when ... you realise the London AZ in your hands was published in 2003 (15 years ago!) whereas you were under the impression that "it wasn't that old".
At least the millenium dome is on it!
You know you are middle aged when ... you realise the London AZ in your hands was published in 2003 (15 years ago!) whereas you were under the impression that "it wasn't that old".About 15 years ago I dumped a road atlas that I remember my father buying. Decided it was not current as the M1 wasn't on even as a proposed road.
At least the millenium dome is on it!
Oh, important tip: when marking a route on a map, do not use an orange highlighter if you're going to be going through sodium-lit towns at night. DAHIKT.
Another indicator of middle age. You round the number of years between a past event and now down to try and soften the mental blow. :)You know you are middle aged when ... you realise the London AZ in your hands was published in 2003 (15 years ago!) whereas you were under the impression that "it wasn't that old".
At least the millenium dome is on it!
I hate to inform you that we're now at the tail end of 2019 and 2003 was at least 16 years ago...
Another indicator of middle age. You round the number of years between a past event and now down to try and soften the mental blow. :)You know you are middle aged when ... you realise the London AZ in your hands was published in 2003 (15 years ago!) whereas you were under the impression that "it wasn't that old".
At least the millenium dome is on it!
I hate to inform you that we're now at the tail end of 2019 and 2003 was at least 16 years ago...
Another indicator of middle age. You round the number of years between a past event and now down to try and soften the mental blow. :)You know you are middle aged when ... you realise the London AZ in your hands was published in 2003 (15 years ago!) whereas you were under the impression that "it wasn't that old".
At least the millenium dome is on it!
I hate to inform you that we're now at the tail end of 2019 and 2003 was at least 16 years ago...
Older yet, you've stopped caring.
I hope it does, but at the moment it still feels a bit like songcrime to sing it.... it's now musica non grata ...
That Americal civil war song, written in 1902 by Morse and Madden and sung by many artists must surely have what it takes to outlive its association with Rolf Harris. I sure hope so as it is a great song.
I pointed out the lyrics to 'The Sun Has Got Its Hat On' to a guest, as a passing ice cream van chimed the tune.The sun has got his hat on
Very incorrect.
Shame!
As I climbed the steps to our front door behind our Labs the other evening I found myself singing "Two little chums had two little bums/Both had a woolly arse", which I suppose would be even more non grata these days, as well as being grammatically dubious.
I pointed out the lyrics to 'The Sun Has Got Its Hat On' to a guest, as a passing ice cream van chimed the tune.
Very incorrect.
Shame!
...your wife goes off to a Quilting Retreat ... (bet you didn't know that existed)
As I climbed the steps to our front door behind our Labs the other evening I found myself singing "Two little chums had two little bums/Both had a woolly arse", which I suppose would be even more non grata these days, as well as being grammatically dubious.
"Each had a woolly arse" would be OK.
...your wife goes off to a Quilting Retreat for four days (bet you didn't know that existed) and not only do you not make any plans, but you also take no advantage of the holiday. She's back tomorrow.
...your wife goes off to a Quilting Retreat for four days (bet you didn't know that existed) and not only do you not make any plans, but you also take no advantage ...............I must be middle aged, at 65. Yebbut sometimes the aches and wobbles make me feel what I think old-age must feel like. Dunno. Mine buggers off at short notice for a Bridge weekend, and I get the dog to supervise so I can't go far away from home, and the dog hates going in the car so away-from-base walkies are out. Yes, yes, I know it was on the calendar months ago, but how am I supposed to notice that?
Imagine having to find different ways of saying "oh that's nice dear"MrsLurker is available for tutoring. Reasonable rates. Extra training in, "Looking REALLY pleased at being shown some product of a niche and slightly odd activity." available. Apply BOX 405....
With what has to pass for enthusiasm.
I first heard of quilting in the US, where it's a big thing (families have quilts). Of course, I initially assumed it was some kind of sex thing, like pegging or some such.
Imagine having to find different ways of saying "oh that's nice dear"
With what has to pass for enthusiasm.
Imagine having to find different ways of saying "oh that's nice dear"
With what has to pass for enthusiasm.
You mean you aren't being asked your opinion on the colour combinations or how to arrange the blocks into the quilt or which of the fabric to use as the binding.
Sometimes I am so glad to have moved out of my mothers house, dad is known not to have an artistic or athstetic bone in his body.
Lindsey, surely ?
...When a bloke demonstrating a gadget on YouTube says "this is an amazingly flexible tool" and you think "aye, so's mine these days".;D ;D ;D
... and realise refocusing eyes twixt screen and scene requires effort/head movement/other specs etc.You just reached the stage I was at 30 years ago. I recall feeing slightly insulted when the optician had a chuckle and said "happens to us all".
The only thing floppy about me is my disk.
... and realise refocusing eyes twixt screen and scene requires effort/head movement/other specs etc.
... and realise refocusing eyes twixt screen and scene requires effort/head movement/other specs etc.You just reached the stage I was at 30 years ago. I recall feeing slightly insulted when the optician had a chuckle and said "happens to us all".
You know you're middle aged when you get out your camera to take a photo and notice everyone else is using their smartphone.
I'm glad someone else did that Wirth tinned soup.
There I was getting ready for Brexit on Tuesday and when I got home I discovered I was missing the tenth tin of soup and the discount >:(
Continuing my camera theme, perhaps to confirm middle-age: at an extended family get-together today my mother-in-law takes a photo, sighs loudly and says, "What a pity, that's the last one; we'll have to buy a new film."
I'm glad someone else did that Wirth tinned soup.
There I was getting ready for Brexit on Tuesday and when I got home I discovered I was missing the tenth tin of soup and the discount >:(
yes, I think that was you, upthread
You discover that Young People have adopted one of your family neologisms[1], and given it a completely different meaning[2].
[1] Dench v. To damage through careless bashing or scraping.
[2] https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Dench
You wouldn't suggest that if you had SEEN THIS (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FqOh4z2ASdk)
I remember we used to go to a place called Macmillans in Liverpool. Sweat would drip from the ceilings and you had to dance to prevent your feet becoming permanent bonded to the floor. It was £5, if I recall, and they'd serve vodka and tizer.
As noted upthread, my colleagues are mostly Young People. I made a passing reference to Minder and Arthur Daley, which was met with blank looks.Apropos of nothing in particular, when I worked at the Science Museum, our workshop was located in what was known as Hut K.
They only understood it when I linked Terry McCann to Denis Waterman to Little Britain.
You know you're middle aged when you're a swing voter, according to the La Guardian.
When you're riding along and start whistling/humming a childhood tune to yourself but suddenly stop because you remember it's now musica non grata, to coin a phrase.And this ties in with the current OK Boomer meme. There was a Rolf Harris Christmas album, made sometime in the 70s, which included this song, surprisingly still found on YouTube:(click to show/hide)
1. When you make a noise like Monica Selles hitting a ball every time you get up.3. When you know how Monica Seles spelled her surname ;)
2. When you know what Monica Selles sounded like.
1. When you make a noise like Monica Selles hitting a ball every time you get up.3. When you know how Monica Seles spelled her surname ;)
2. When you know what Monica Selles sounded like.
When the orthopaedic surgeons get reluctant to hack your bones up, because they aren't sure they'll stick back together again. :-\
How about this... Your teenage offsprung has got into rap and plays you recent stuff. Hmmm. So far so normal. So you show him where it all began, play him Grandmaster Flash, Melle Mel and so on. So far so dad. But he gets into the 80s rap and is now playing you stuff from 'your' era. Oh generation mix ups! This is his latest: https://youtu.be/phOW-CZJWT0 "The intro is a bit weird" he says.
If he starts dressing in baggy trackies and a gold chain, I might have to say it's gone too far...
....and realise that you don't have teenagers any more, they're in their 20s....
Massive Attack and Portishead today. And I've just calculated that Dummy came out almost half my life ago. I'm not sure it feels it.How about this... Your teenage offsprung has got into rap and plays you recent stuff. Hmmm. So far so normal. So you show him where it all began, play him Grandmaster Flash, Melle Mel and so on. So far so dad. But he gets into the 80s rap and is now playing you stuff from 'your' era. Oh generation mix ups! This is his latest: https://youtu.be/phOW-CZJWT0 "The intro is a bit weird" he says.
If he starts dressing in baggy trackies and a gold chain, I might have to say it's gone too far...
you read the above and realise that you don't have teenagers any more, they're in their 20s.
well, I just feel old, not just middle aged
acid house ftw (or not)
That is the joy of the modern way of playing music, they can be far more eclectic and experimental than we ever could be. Currently I am being treated to Girls aloud and grime.Massive Attack and Portishead today. And I've just calculated that Dummy came out almost half my life ago. I'm not sure it feels it.How about this... Your teenage offsprung has got into rap and plays you recent stuff. Hmmm. So far so normal. So you show him where it all began, play him Grandmaster Flash, Melle Mel and so on. So far so dad. But he gets into the 80s rap and is now playing you stuff from 'your' era. Oh generation mix ups! This is his latest: https://youtu.be/phOW-CZJWT0 "The intro is a bit weird" he says.
If he starts dressing in baggy trackies and a gold chain, I might have to say it's gone too far...
you read the above and realise that you don't have teenagers any more, they're in their 20s.
well, I just feel old, not just middle aged
acid house ftw (or not)
Massive Attack and Portishead today. And I've just calculated that Dummy came out almost half my life ago. I'm not sure it feels it.How about this... Your teenage offsprung has got into rap and plays you recent stuff. Hmmm. So far so normal. So you show him where it all began, play him Grandmaster Flash, Melle Mel and so on. So far so dad. But he gets into the 80s rap and is now playing you stuff from 'your' era. Oh generation mix ups! This is his latest: https://youtu.be/phOW-CZJWT0 "The intro is a bit weird" he says.
If he starts dressing in baggy trackies and a gold chain, I might have to say it's gone too far...
you read the above and realise that you don't have teenagers any more, they're in their 20s.
well, I just feel old, not just middle aged
acid house ftw (or not)
Today I described a paper-based procedure, with lots of stapling receipts and such like, as "20th century". "Remember when that sounded modern?" came the reply.Yes. 1978. :)
Someone's leaving do. You should go. But the bars in the wrong direction. You'll have to put up and take down the Brompton. It's raining. It's a bar. It's Christmas. You'll have to shout to be heard. You won't hear anything. You were only going for one. Anyway. The hoards, oh, the roiling, rampant hoards of festive Vikings.
So I 'forgot' and pointed my bike homeward.
(Got soaked and suffered an outbreak of terminal headwind as karma.)
When you forget the first 3 of the 6 digit passcode you have been using for years, and years, to access your online banking. Might be due to this new fangled fingerprint touch validation tech, don't log in the old school way that much any more.
The number came back... for now...
When carrying a load of shopping from M&S in a courier bag, up the hill to the flat _hurts_. I'm starting to contemplate a wheelie trolley :facepalm:
When carrying a load of shopping from M&S in a courier bag, up the hill to the flat _hurts_. I'm starting to contemplate a wheelie trolley :facepalm:
(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/Ekrv61pW0AAoxsQ?format=jpg&name=large)
It's a clumsy thing to drag around & keeps catching my right heel. It took all the stuff from yesterdays visits to Tesco, M&S and Aldi, but I still had to drag it up the hill. The stair climbing bit works well though.
... when you slip over on ice and land on your arse...Yes.
Is the general response to:
a) point and laugh; or
b) look concerned and ask if the 'old guy' is alright?
So’s your wheelchair! The handles could do with being a bit higher to avoid me getting a bad back. I’d still probably drive you into people though :facepalm:+1 re. the wheelchair. Pushing that with Helly, tech. gear and baggage does get the back, especially when having my own heavy pack as well.
The trolley is Ok , and the fact that you can take the bag off & use it as a platform trolley was useful when I had 4 boxes of wine delivered. 2 boxes securely strapped on & dragged up the stairs as opposed to 4 trips up 8 flights of stairs with a box in my arms.
It seems this thread has become "You know you used to be middle aged..." :demon:
When you cycle up a long hill and get clapped at the top and refrains of “well done”. Would they have done that if I was younger?My experience is that if you're very small you do get clapped at the top of a hill (as in I've witnessed it happening, not that I've been small and astride a bike at the top of a big hill).
It seems this thread has become "You know you used to be middle aged..."It's one of those irregular declensions isn't it?
60 is the new 40 ....I have thought long and hard about this comparing my current capacities both mental and physical with my 40 YO self and have come to a conclusion. To wit. Balls, utter balls. :)
^Yebbut maybe it was because you were on a lying down bike and they thought you waz disabled.
When I started teaching my Physics colleague would use the example of the Tacoma bridge (fimed in black and white) as an example of resonance - the f'in dinosaur! I use the much more current example of the millennium bridge... which was 3-5 years before my students were born!
When you cycle up a long hill and get clapped at the top and refrains of “well done”. Would they have done that if I was younger?A few years ago, I was standing in crowds by the road in Whitchurch (Salop) at the top of a small rise, waiting for the Tour of Britain to pass by. A lady on her shopping bike. c/w handlebar basket, came out of Tesco's and up the hill, at a suitably sedate pace, but well done her. She got a rousing chorus of clapping when she got to the top. Magic! Don't think she knew what was going on and why we were all there!
The Tacoma Narrows Bridge failure was a combination of resonance (torsionally too-flexible deck, primitive supporting cables) and Von Karman vortices forcing the oscillation once it started to twist.
The well-known Millennium Bridge oscillation was preceded by the very much larger Auckland Harbour Bridge doing much the same thing when it was turned over to pedestrians for a public holiday. Only motor vehicles ever get to go over it now.
The Tacoma Narrows Bridge failure was a combination of resonance (torsionally too-flexible deck, primitive supporting cables) and Von Karman vortices forcing the oscillation once it started to twist.
The well-known Millennium Bridge oscillation was preceded by the very much larger Auckland Harbour Bridge doing much the same thing when it was turned over to pedestrians for a public holiday. Only motor vehicles ever get to go over it now.
Hands up everyone who has never walked in step with a bunch of chums over a footbridge just to see what would happen.
So we do. Their relative brevity and dormancy makes my point, I feel...It seems this thread has become "You know you used to be middle aged..." :demon:
For which we have topics such as:
Things that make you feel old (https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=63892.0)
You know you're getting on when... (https://yacf.co.uk/forum/index.php?topic=111177.0)
Plus others, no doubt.
The trainee GP, asked if I was barakta's daughter. I suppose we're all equally ancient when you're about 12.Oops! I guess also they get into a routine of seeing people cared for by their offsprungs. FWIW I made the very same mistake recently: was talking to a woman in a village who must have been late 50s or early 60s. She then called a man to the door, I initially assumed her husband but he seemed significantly older and the way she was talking about him – he was recalling some village history from the 1960s and she was saying to him "Aren't you mixing that up with the recent ship getting stuck in the Suez Canal?" and to me "He gets terribly confused about things nowadays" – then made me think he was her father. But no, he was her husband.
Our GP that we had had for 20 years retired and now his son is our GP.
My wife (65, 152cm) has, on more than one occasion, been asked if I (68, 195cm) was her son.
In a similar vein - for the very first time ever, last week, a lady at the checkout queried whether I was old enough to buy booze. Although, to be fair, I was wearing a mask.
When you stop upgrading the number of “speeds” on the cassette on your bike.
My wife (65, 152cm) has, on more than one occasion, been asked if I (68, 195cm) was her son.
In a similar vein - for the very first time ever, last week, a lady at the checkout queried whether I was old enough to buy booze. Although, to be fair, I was wearing a mask.
One year in Germany a woman thought that Pingu was mine and my brothers son.
I am 11 years younger than both of them. I was affronted.
When you stop upgrading the number of “speeds” on the cassette on your bike.
Surely it's when you continue to squeeze the rear mech back to accommodate more teeth on the largest cassete sprocket?
When you stop upgrading the number of “speeds” on the cassette on your bike.
Surely it's when you continue to squeeze the rear mech back to accommodate more teeth on the largest cassete sprocket?
No, I’d say that’s when you know you are old aged.
When you stop upgrading the number of “speeds” on the cassette on your bike.
Surely it's when you continue to squeeze the rear mech back to accommodate more teeth on the largest cassete sprocket?
No, I’d say that’s when you know you are old aged.
.... that's accompanied by the electrical assistance!
You are camping, and need to work out the least painful way of getting up from sitting on the ground, rather than just springing nimbly to your feet.And doing it silently.
Getting down to the ground can be equally entertaining for onlookers. O:-)Yes, you get so far down and drop the rest of the way.
You are camping, and need to work out the least painful way of getting up from sitting on the ground, rather than just springing nimbly to your feet.And doing it silently.
When you stop upgrading the number of “speeds” on the cassette on your bike.
Surely it's when you continue to squeeze the rear mech back to accommodate more teeth on the largest cassete sprocket?
I seem to have completely missed middle aged. I went straight from fit and cheerful to very old and grumpy almost overnight.That's a relief. Thought it was just me....
...the soloists start looking younger. I saw Anastasia Kobekina play a couple of weeks ago (Shostakovich) & thought she looked about 17, my friends agreed. She's actually 27.And the police of course. On which topic, a weekend or two ago I was in Manchester, where amongst other things I visited my cousin, whose partner has been an hossifer of the Greater Manchester Police for 27 years. She pointed out it's not just an illusion, the police really are younger; there are plenty of old police (she has the very same birthday as me, fwiw) but only the young ones are out beating the streets and patrolling, cos you need to be young, fit and (at times) fast and strong for that. Also to cope with the shifts. She's been in CID for the last I don't know how many years and no longer does shifts.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ripK5pwZobY
When you qualify for free prescriptions.
I'm middle-aged, not an OAP. Oh, wait, I'm getting a work's pension!When you qualify for free prescriptions.
Objection: Middle age is Shirley the period during which you specifically don't qualify for things like that. See also: Railcards.
When you qualify for free prescriptions. At our local pharmacy I am no longer asked if I haveJust live in Scotland.
to pay for mine.
When you qualify for free prescriptions. At our local pharmacy I am no longer asked if I haveJust live in Scotland.
to pay for mine.
I remember when prescriptions were 20p (back in 1979) when I worked for theWhen you qualify for free prescriptions. At our local pharmacy I am no longer asked if I haveJust live in Scotland.
to pay for mine.
I've bitten the bullet and bought a dressing gown.
(Mainly because I feel rather exposed in the kitchen in the morning at kitty breakfast time. Not used to having windows that can be overlooked.)
When the new agey rebel leader woman from the first Star Wars film starts to look vaguely attractive.
When you find yourself about to post in the "Fecking Div" thread, think "no, not again" and get out....or when you find yourself posting on a "rant" thread yet again. :)
Quote from: T42When you find yourself about to post in the "Fecking Div" thread, think "no, not again" and get out....or when you find yourself posting on a "rant" thread yet again. :)
When you read the BBC headline today, "McColgan breaks 21-year British record" and think, "Wow, at her age too".
It's Liz McColgan's daughter :facepalm:
When you read the BBC headline today, "McColgan breaks 21-year British record" and think, "Wow, at her age too".
It's Liz McColgan's daughter :facepalm:
You stop buying sweets as you might damage your tooth.You have just the one?
You realise you bought your first LP (nearly) 50 years ago. Ziggy Stardust, not a bad start.Only forty-four and a half years ago and it was a cassette, not an LP, but it was the same album.
You stop buying sweets as you might damage your tooth.You have just the one?
You realise you bought your first LP (nearly) 50 years ago. Ziggy Stardust, not a bad start.Only forty-four and a half years ago and it was a cassette, not an LP, but it was the same album.
You stop buying sweets as you might damage your tooth.You have just the one?
And you remember that old joke "your teeth are like stars - round your neck on a string".
You rent a white van to install your daughter in a student flat!
FTFYYou rent a white van to install your daughter in a student flat!
That's exactly when the fun begins. When your children are small, youtheyhave smaller problems. When they grow up, youtheyhave bigger problems :P
You rent a white van to install your daughter in a student flat!
That's exactly when the fun begins. When your children are small, they have smaller problems. When they grow up, they have bigger problems :P
"Any allergies? You're not on blood thinners?" *Glances at DOB on screen* "Any chance you could be pregnant?"
A month's rent on your son's student flat is more or less equal to a year's student loan back in your day.Student loan? Did you mean student grant?
Week after next, hopefully my X-Trail will suffice
I did, of course, sorry.A month's rent on your son's student flat is more or less equal to a year's student loan back in your day.Student loan? Did you mean student grant?
I did, of course, sorry.A month's rent on your son's student flat is more or less equal to a year's student loan back in your day.Student loan? Did you mean student grant?
...having accumulated heady accoutrements of 90s life, such as a CD player.Having moved a few months ago, I have a crate of CDs, along with 2 of vinyls. Some CDs still have the price sticker. £13.99 (or more) in 80s/90s money... 😳 Vs just put on free Spotify. And via FireStick I get no annoying ads.
You rent a white van to install your daughter in a student flat!
... with added self indulgent drivel and shitverts.
When younger members of staffwearing wooly hats in the officereally annoy you.
When younger members of staff wearing wooly hats in the office really annoy you.
Also, similar aged colleagues wandering around in over-the-ear headphones. >:(
... with added self indulgent drivel and shitverts.
When you say things like this.
;D
Also, similar aged colleagues wandering around in over-the-ear headphones. >:(
Yeah, that's definitely a thing. It's like earbuds are only allowed if they're those silly Apple ones, so now everyone looks like an autistic person wearing noise-cancelling headphones.
Good god, I'm on a fashion site (not a euphemism, people) on a hunt for cheap shoes and the things people seem willing to wear. Bright orange moccasins. For the love of the little sweet baby cheesus. Orange moccasins! Designer Crocs. I need drugs for my eyes! I'm not sure whether they're intended for young people or very mad old people. They have a physical concept store which I think is modern speak for a shop. Or digital touchpoints. Which I think is a website. I'm probably about to undertake a digital transaction experience. Maybe some kind of financial intimacy.Make sure your psychedelic moc crocs are spd compatible. You don't want to be be thought of as a young person who only rides flats, probably attached to a fixie.
Anyway, I'm going to look the primo duds in those mocs. The red trousers will be stealthy in comparison. I think I understand why some people wear sunglasses indoors. They're going to need to.
AreAggs in Uggs?slag welliesUggs still a thing? I think I last saw some 4 years ago in Cirencester.
No idea. They seems absurdly impractical footwear. First experience of rain and it looks like you've got elephantiasis. Basically boots that don't, erm, serve the purpose of boots.Mini has a pair of white, platform Crocs
Still, Crocs with heels.
I'm not authority on fashion, however. Which makes me feel better about myself.
Things start hurting for no apparent reason. In this instance my right knee has decided to inflict occasional stabs of pain on me, even when it's at rest.
Things start hurting for no apparent reason. In this instance my right knee has decided to inflict occasional stabs of pain on me, even when it's at rest.
Wait until it's your left arm.
Chuff knows how I'll know if I ever do have a coronary.
You look forward - for about a week - to defrosting the freezer.And have a warm glow of satisfaction when it's done?
Then you enjoy defrosting the freezer.
You look forward - for about a week - to defrosting the freezer.And have a warm glow of satisfaction when it's done?
Then you enjoy defrosting the freezer.
... you get deeply irritated by unnecessarily loud, thumping (and unnecessary) music blasted out at every non-action moment at a sporting event.
... you get deeply irritated by unnecessarily loud, thumping (and unnecessary) music blasted out at every non-action moment at a sporting event.
...when you don't give a shit about sporting events.
... you get deeply irritated by unnecessarily loud, thumping (and unnecessary) music blasted out at every non-action moment at a sporting event.
...when you don't give a shit about sporting events.
I've been not giving a shit about sporting events since the age of 5 or so.
Ok, it's not exactly middle aged, but when you receive a letter telling you it's time to renew your driving licence.
You momentarily forget who the prime minister is.
You momentarily forget who the prime minister is.
That's rather more easy to do at the moment, thobut.
You momentarily forget who the prime minister is.
That's rather more easy to do at the moment, thobut.
Oddly enough, when I read this, my first thought was picture of Theresa May and the name of Liz Truss.
You momentarily forget who the prime minister is.
That's rather more easy to do at the moment, thobut.
Oddly enough, when I read this, my first thought was picture of Theresa May and the name of Liz Truss.
Go go into a pub and find that the crowd, loud bursts of laughter and shouty conversation is utterly unbearable.
You rent a white van to install your daughter in a student flat!
That's exactly when the fun begins. When your children are small, they have smaller problems. When they grow up, they have bigger problems :P
Go go into a pub and find that the crowd, loud bursts of laughter and shouty conversation is utterly unbearable.I felt like this in my 30s.
Everything goes dark whenever you stand up.
Everything goes dark whenever you stand up.
Indeed. My son was afflicted thus when he was a teen. He's now 37.Everything goes dark whenever you stand up.
Happens to teenagers too so there's hope for you yet.
...when you still think a radio station is something that broadcasts to air, rather than to Youtube and Soundcloud.
...when you still think a radio station is something that broadcasts to air, rather than to Youtube and Soundcloud.
Huh? Whence radio in that case?
"Turn on the wireless, it's time for The Archers."
And find the spare PP9 battery."Turn on the wireless, it's time for The Archers."
Obviously you need to allow it sufficient time to boot up...
Because they are doing what a radio station does: broadcasting music and/or words, but not via radio waves....when you still think a radio station is something that broadcasts to air, rather than to Youtube and Soundcloud.
Huh? Whence radio in that case?
Because they are doing what a radio station does: broadcasting music and/or words, but not via radio waves....when you still think a radio station is something that broadcasts to air, rather than to Youtube and Soundcloud.
Huh? Whence radio in that case?
Because they are doing what a radio station does: broadcasting music and/or words, but not via radio waves....when you still think a radio station is something that broadcasts to air, rather than to Youtube and Soundcloud.
Huh? Whence radio in that case?
Well that's half-arsed, innit?
Because they are doing what a radio station does: broadcasting music and/or words, but not via radio waves....when you still think a radio station is something that broadcasts to air, rather than to Youtube and Soundcloud.
Huh? Whence radio in that case?
Well that's half-arsed, innit?
Hardly a new phenomenon, though. Hospital radio is usually closed circuit, and student radio stations were often distributed by induction loop when they couldn't get a low-power FM licence (I assume they just use internet streaming these days). Also retailers have been pretending to have their own radio stations (which were in fact a long-playing tape) for yonks. The idea of 'radio station' meaning 'a technology-agnostic thing that plays radio programmes on its own schedule' was well-understood, even before internet streaming and podcasts became a thing.
Is there a linguistic term for the effect where words lose their technical meanings as they become part of everyday vocabulary? 'Digital' is a prime example, but 'FM' probably qualifies.Semantic shift.
The next one to fall victim to this seems to be 'WiFi', which is losing its IEEE 802.11 implication, to become a generic term for wireless internet access (no longer distinct from cellular connections), or possibly even internet connectivity in general (the perpetrators likely being unaware of wired networking).
66 for you sir, from 6th April - 5th May (then monthly) it's tapers from age 66 and 1 month, to the full on actual 67 at 5th March 1961.for myself 66 and 10 months as a January 61 birthday
Current plan, of course it might change :-\
Is there a linguistic term for the effect where words lose their technical meanings as they become part of everyday vocabulary? 'Digital' is a prime example, but 'FM' probably qualifies.
The next one to fall victim to this seems to be 'WiFi', which is losing its IEEE 802.11 implication, to become a generic term for wireless internet access (no longer distinct from cellular connections), or possibly even internet connectivity in general (the perpetrators likely being unaware of wired networking).
It's a bit like phones "running out of battery" when they've gone flat.My new portable telephone is permanently flat, well, not very deep. Sorry (not sorry). :)
As if on cue, the BBC:Because they are doing what a radio station does: broadcasting music and/or words, but not via radio waves....when you still think a radio station is something that broadcasts to air, rather than to Youtube and Soundcloud.
Huh? Whence radio in that case?
Well that's half-arsed, innit?
Hardly a new phenomenon, though. Hospital radio is usually closed circuit, and student radio stations were often distributed by induction loop when they couldn't get a low-power FM licence (I assume they just use internet streaming these days). Also retailers have been pretending to have their own radio stations (which were in fact a long-playing tape) for yonks. The idea of 'radio station' meaning 'a technology-agnostic thing that plays radio programmes on its own schedule' was well-understood, even before internet streaming and podcasts became a thing.
I surrender.
That's nice, though: I'm very pleased to be merely middle-aged.
This glimpse of the near future came with arrival of ITV’s new digital home, ITVX, last Thursday and also in the resounding words of the BBC’s director general, who the day before politely asked the nation’s audiences to “imagine a world that is internet-only, where broadcast TV and radio are being switched off and choice is infinite”. Tim Davie went on to declare: “A switch-off of broadcast will and should happen over time, and we should be active in planning for it.” And so, while the BBC claims to continue to be committed to live broadcasting, over the next two decades the closure of individual “linear” channels, and radio stations, is already accepted.https://www.theguardian.com/tv-and-radio/2022/dec/10/is-this-the-end-of-tv-broadcasters-prepare-for-online-only-switch
Is there a linguistic term for the effect where words lose their technical meanings as they become part of everyday vocabulary? 'Digital' is a prime example, but 'FM' probably qualifies.
The next one to fall victim to this seems to be 'WiFi', which is losing its IEEE 802.11 implication, to become a generic term for wireless internet access (no longer distinct from cellular connections), or possibly even internet connectivity in general (the perpetrators likely being unaware of wired networking).
I recently came across a gootube video of a youngen who had found the secret to a reliable wifi connection for gaming.
His secret?
An ethernet cable...
Interesting, I found that the best Internet at work is to be founf on the WiFi and not the cable, 20mbps vs 2...Is there a linguistic term for the effect where words lose their technical meanings as they become part of everyday vocabulary? 'Digital' is a prime example, but 'FM' probably qualifies.
The next one to fall victim to this seems to be 'WiFi', which is losing its IEEE 802.11 implication, to become a generic term for wireless internet access (no longer distinct from cellular connections), or possibly even internet connectivity in general (the perpetrators likely being unaware of wired networking).
I recently came across a gootube video of a youngen who had found the secret to a reliable wifi connection for gaming.
His secret?
An ethernet cable...
J
Interesting, I found that the best Internet at work is to be founf on the WiFi and not the cable, 20mbps vs 2...Is there a linguistic term for the effect where words lose their technical meanings as they become part of everyday vocabulary? 'Digital' is a prime example, but 'FM' probably qualifies.
The next one to fall victim to this seems to be 'WiFi', which is losing its IEEE 802.11 implication, to become a generic term for wireless internet access (no longer distinct from cellular connections), or possibly even internet connectivity in general (the perpetrators likely being unaware of wired networking).
I recently came across a gootube video of a youngen who had found the secret to a reliable wifi connection for gaming.
His secret?
An ethernet cable...
J
I suspect the cabling predates cat 5
I had the same issue, Teams was always dropping out in the office. This was rectified when I disconnected the LAN cable.
You probably put it somewhere unusual to remind you to buy peppercorns...
When your pepper grinder needs refilling, eventually get round to buying some peppercorns but then can't find said grinder. I've looked everywhere, I'm sure I have. Even looked in cupboards that I haven't opened in months. This was irritating me earlier but I have calmed down now.
You probably put it somewhere unusual to remind you to buy peppercorns...
Have you checked your pockets?
Nae worry, laddie. I couldn't find the snow shovel this morning because it was upside-down.
Nae worry, laddie. I couldn't find the snow shovel this morning because it was upside-down.
I once couldn't find my bike leathers because I'd already put them on. It wasn't until I tried running upstairs - to see if I'd absentmindedly put them somewhere untoward - and I felt the resistance inherent in trying to run upstairs in a pair of armoured leather trousers, that I became aware of their whereabouts.
Longs over knee warmers is SOP for me for winter cycling.
You can view x-rays posted on social media better than you ever did at work...
You can view x-rays posted on social media better than you ever did at work...
I've suddenly realised those lightbox things for viewing x-ray films have gone the way of the floppy disk drive without anyone really noticing...
You have to tell folk on Twitter how to tell a cooked egg's hardness by spinning it.Today I learnt. There again mostly I scramble them.
I thought *everyone* knew this.
They don't!
"But there's something you don't know about James. He virtually lives in the socialist cesspit that is Twitter, where he follows not just Sir Starmer but also the deranged London Mayor, Sadiq Khan. He even follows that Cycling Mikey man who rides round London on his children's toy, videotaping anyone in a car who he thinks might be Tory.From Clarkson's Sun column via road.cc
Twitter, or the videotape? :)https://musicbrainz.org/ (https://musicbrainz.org/) any good?
Meanwhile, I've just learned that the freedb.org CDDB database is no longer a thing (https://gnudb.org/). How is my CD player supposed to work out what the tracks are now?
This is definitely a middle-aged problem, as can be confirmed by that list of discs.
Twitter, or the videotape? :)
Meanwhile, I've just learned that the freedb.org CDDB database is no longer a thing (https://gnudb.org/). How is my CD player supposed to work out what the tracks are now?
This is definitely a middle-aged problem, as can be confirmed by that list of discs.
Twitter, or the videotape? :)
Meanwhile, I've just learned that the freedb.org CDDB database is no longer a thing (https://gnudb.org/). How is my CD player supposed to work out what the tracks are now?
This is definitely a middle-aged problem, as can be confirmed by that list of discs.
Just saw something on Mastodon that I have hopefully just tooted in your direction.
Surely having a CD collection is in itself a sign of middle age? Never mind the Nevermind.
Interesting, I found that the best Internet at work is to be founf on the WiFi and not the cable, 20mbps vs 2...Is there a linguistic term for the effect where words lose their technical meanings as they become part of everyday vocabulary? 'Digital' is a prime example, but 'FM' probably qualifies.
The next one to fall victim to this seems to be 'WiFi', which is losing its IEEE 802.11 implication, to become a generic term for wireless internet access (no longer distinct from cellular connections), or possibly even internet connectivity in general (the perpetrators likely being unaware of wired networking).
I recently came across a gootube video of a youngen who had found the secret to a reliable wifi connection for gaming.
His secret?
An ethernet cable...
J
I suspect the cabling predates cat 5
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Lots of people that you know are retiring ...
No.Surely having a CD collection is in itself a sign of middle age? Never mind the Nevermind.
Does having a large rack of "vinyls" and the equipment to play them qualify me as a youthful hipster type ?
Oh. Another delusion shattered. *sniff*Quote from: andrewcNo.Quote from: CudzoziemiecSurely having a CD collection is in itself a sign of middle age? Never mind the Nevermind.
Does having a large rack of "vinyls" and the equipment to play them qualify me as a youthful hipster type ?
Lots of people that you know are retiring ...
Quote from: CudzoziemiecOh. Another delusion shattered. *sniff*Quote from: andrewcNo.Quote from: CudzoziemiecSurely having a CD collection is in itself a sign of middle age? Never mind the Nevermind.
Does having a large rack of "vinyls" and the equipment to play them qualify me as a youthful hipster type ?
We've already had cassettes becoming hip, but it didn't last long because, whatever the power of nostalgia and/or retro projected fantasy, they're fundamentally a bit crap.Quote from: CudzoziemiecOh. Another delusion shattered. *sniff*Quote from: andrewcNo.Quote from: CudzoziemiecSurely having a CD collection is in itself a sign of middle age? Never mind the Nevermind.
Does having a large rack of "vinyls" and the equipment to play them qualify me as a youthful hipster type ?
Wait a few years and CDs will became hip, but only if you weren't around the first time round.
We've already had cassettes becoming hip, but it didn't last long because, whatever the power of nostalgia and/or retro projected fantasy, they're fundamentally a bit crap.Quote from: CudzoziemiecOh. Another delusion shattered. *sniff*Quote from: andrewcNo.Quote from: CudzoziemiecSurely having a CD collection is in itself a sign of middle age? Never mind the Nevermind.
Does having a large rack of "vinyls" and the equipment to play them qualify me as a youthful hipster type ?
Wait a few years and CDs will became hip, but only if you weren't around the first time round.
When your hair and beard trimming extends to eyebrows, ears and nostrils.
We've already had cassettes becoming hip, but it didn't last long because, whatever the power of nostalgia and/or retro projected fantasy, they're fundamentally a bit crap.Quote from: CudzoziemiecOh. Another delusion shattered. *sniff*Quote from: andrewcNo.Quote from: CudzoziemiecSurely having a CD collection is in itself a sign of middle age? Never mind the Nevermind.
Does having a large rack of "vinyls" and the equipment to play them qualify me as a youthful hipster type ?
Wait a few years and CDs will became hip, but only if you weren't around the first time round.
Who can forget those moments of quizzical amusement as your cassette player seemed to take on a life of its own, momentarily possessed, before the horrific realisation that the machine was stretching and chewing up your favourite album
. . . and then sitting in a traffic jam on a dual carriageway with all the discarded cassette tapes littering the central reservation along with Coke cans and fag packets
. . . and then sitting in a traffic jam on a dual carriageway with all the discarded cassette tapes littering the central reservation...
. . . and then sitting in a traffic jam on a dual carriageway with all the discarded cassette tapes littering the central reservation...
All of them Queen's Greatest Hits.
Geriatric millenial? Dark night of the shed? (https://www.theguardian.com/science/2023/feb/16/whatever-happened-to-middle-age-the-mysterious-case-of-the-disappearing-life-stage)
Further proof that the Grauniad is written by scanning old YACF threads.
When it gets to about 4 o'clock and you have to go and give it a bit of a wipe
I poured boiled kettle water into my shreddies last week. I am blaming being ill!Boil wash for your undies?
I poured boiled kettle water into my shreddies last week. I am blaming being ill!
I poured boiled kettle water into my shreddies last week. I am blaming being ill!
Geriatric millenial? Dark night of the shed? (https://www.theguardian.com/science/2023/feb/16/whatever-happened-to-middle-age-the-mysterious-case-of-the-disappearing-life-stage)
Further proof that the Grauniad is written by scanning old YACF threads.
Dunno about middle-aged, but Madonna has definitely decamped to Uncanny Valley:
(https://i.guim.co.uk/img/media/21965b35a97b3031c9e4f8aead04dee9e5dd8f13/0_111_2735_1640/master/2735.jpg?width=620&quality=85&dpr=1&s=none)
When im attempting to carry out bike maintenance in the garage, with the door closed because of the cold weather ,2 flourescent lights not ample so i have Makita battery powered high power lights as well, wearing reading glasses, and because im no longer supple and have diminished fine motor skills, im becoming slower, even grumpier than i ever imagined.
I get there in the end , but close up fine work is more challenging. Now, when i go for a solo night ride in the countryside i dread getting a puncture. Ah well, hop on the turbo and listen to Boom Radio!
The machine I’m currently using was supplied by my partner and has extra big buttons designed for sight-impaired folk, or elderly folk such as myself.” Carole, 55, Huddersfieldhttps://www.theguardian.com/music/2023/apr/20/fun-way-consume-music-why-sales-of-cassette-tapes-soaring
I only really discovered music some time after my parents had a CD player, so my MO was to buy (or more usually, borrow) albums on CD (which wasn't significantly more expensive than cassette) and immediately copy them to cassette for my own use, on the basis that tapes get eaten and I'd probably own a CD player eventually. By my late teens I owned a Minidisc[1] recorder and a CD-ROM drive, so cassette was functionally relegated to playing music in the car. Or would have been if I'd had a car.
[1] An underappreciated format that set out to do everything cassette did but better, and succeeded. Unfortunate that it was rendered obsolete by Moore's Law a few years later.
The history of the MiniDisc is much more interesting than it appears from Western European/USAnian eyes
Annoyingly I can't find the article about it's purpose in Japanese music retail/rental.
That's quite an achievement, ian. Even my last car (sold 2007) had a CD player.
I have one of those folding crates full of C90s under the desk in the Estate Office. Not from misplaced nostalgia but rather because it's the exact size and density to stop the pedals attached to the PC in there from sliding forwards under heavy braking.
When you decide you need to invest in a vacuum cleaner for upstairs.
It's only a matter of time before I batter the feck out of the walls humphing the current one up the stairwell.
(In my defense we never had an upstairs to hoover before).
When you decide you need to invest in a vacuum cleaner for upstairs.
It's only a matter of time before I batter the feck out of the walls humphing the current one up the stairwell.
(In my defense we never had an upstairs to hoover before).
,,,Nobody wantsFTFYto inheritawell-wornDyson.
To be fair to Dyson, mine's been going strong for the thick end of 20 years (ok, it needed a new motor this year) and I really like it.We had a series of Dyson's hoovers (hee hee) the first one, about 25 years ago was good. It died after a DIY *ahem* incident. Who knew that much plaster dust was bad for hoovers? Not me. Anyway, we got another, it wasn't as good as the first, but it was still OK. I won't go any further as you can see where this is going, can't you? TLDR; I wouldn't give a new Dyson house room.
To be fair to Dyson, mine's been going strong for the thick end of 20 years (ok, it needed a new motor this year) and I really like it. Probably helps that I'm a slutty housewife and don't hoover often enough, though it has had to deal with a LOT of car hair.
We have a handheld Dyson from before they went all stick cordless, it's alright for spot jobs and the car but I don't think I'd like one for proper hoovering, plus it's noisy as hell. I'm thinking of going for one of the more recent small ball models.
I wouldn't buy a new one though cos he's a filthy Brexiter.
I have a VAX model 121 (https://support.vax.co.uk/121-multifunction-vacuum-cleaners), purchased in 1989 that is still going strong.
I have a VAX model 121 (https://support.vax.co.uk/121-multifunction-vacuum-cleaners), purchased in 1989 that is still going strong.
??? ???I have a VAX model 121 (https://support.vax.co.uk/121-multifunction-vacuum-cleaners), purchased in 1989 that is still going strong.
Not running Windows then.
Computer joke, your honour (VAX was a type of computer from DEC, once the most popular in the world, before it lost out to generic Unix systems and eventually consumer OSs like Windows).I'm not computer literate, so thanks for the explanation.
Solve the Dyson problem by getting a cleaner...cordless Vax blade thing that, from my occasional forays into cleaning ...certainly gets a lot more stuff out of the carpet than the cleaner and her Henry.Ermm. That rather suggests the whole, "Get a cleaner" thing isn't quite working as you might expect?
Quote from: ianSolve the Dyson problem by getting a cleaner...cordless Vax blade thing that, from my occasional forays into cleaning ...certainly gets a lot more stuff out of the carpet than the cleaner and her Henry.Ermm. That rather suggests the whole, "Get a cleaner" thing isn't quite working as you might expect?
Quote from: ianSolve the Dyson problem by getting a cleaner...cordless Vax blade thing that, from my occasional forays into cleaning ...certainly gets a lot more stuff out of the carpet than the cleaner and her Henry.Ermm. That rather suggests the whole, "Get a cleaner" thing isn't quite working as you might expect?
I'm guessing the "my occasional forays" bit may be key to understanding why the cleaner is more satisfying and effective, even if they don't suck quite as hard.
You know you're middle aged when you get that joke :-)
I spend a lot of time at work with the youngsters looking confused and pityingly at me and similar aged colleagues when we make comments like that.
When there is a request for "someone young" to lift a heavy object out of a car boot and you realize that, in context, that means you.I think you are middle aged when it is you that is making the request.
The person making the request was well into her 70s.When there is a request for "someone young" to lift a heavy object out of a car boot and you realize that, in context, that means you.I think you are middle aged when it is you that is making the request.
I seem to find myself asking people to 'do some manly lifting' and/or 'apply a bit of ham-fisted monkey-force to that' a lot more in recent years. I think my arms are getting noodly.
I seem to find myself asking people to 'do some manly lifting' and/or 'apply a bit of ham-fisted monkey-force to that' a lot more in recent years. I think my arms are getting noodly.
I have a VAX model 121 (https://support.vax.co.uk/121-multifunction-vacuum-cleaners), purchased in 1989 that is still going strong.
I seem to find myself asking people to 'do some manly lifting' and/or 'apply a bit of ham-fisted monkey-force to that' a lot more in recent years. I think my arms are getting noodly.
Kim has noodly appendages? :o
I seem to find myself asking people to 'do some manly lifting' and/or 'apply a bit of ham-fisted monkey-force to that' a lot more in recent years. I think my arms are getting noodly.
Wait until you buy something that weighs ~5 kg and they offer to carry it out to your car. :(
I seem to find myself asking people to 'do some manly lifting' and/or 'apply a bit of ham-fisted monkey-force to that' a lot more in recent years. I think my arms are getting noodly.
Wait until you buy something that weighs ~5 kg and they offer to carry it out to your car. :(
That happened when I bought our (subject of rants passim) microwave. I took great delight in telling them that I'd come by bicycle.
I remember someone otp, I'm afraid I can't remember who, saying that next time shop staff offered to "carry it to your car for you", they'd accept and just keep them walking till they reached their car, which was of course parked in front of their house at the time.I seem to find myself asking people to 'do some manly lifting' and/or 'apply a bit of ham-fisted monkey-force to that' a lot more in recent years. I think my arms are getting noodly.
Wait until you buy something that weighs ~5 kg and they offer to carry it out to your car. :(
That happened when I bought our (subject of rants passim) microwave. I took great delight in telling them that I'd come by bicycle.
Just a few days before New Year’s Eve in 2019, as a world-altering pandemic was silently brewing, former baseball pitcher Brandon McCarthy tweeted, “this is nonsense but did people in the past look older when they were younger?” The floodgates were opened, with Twitter users sharing old photos of their mature-looking parents accompanied by a shockingly young age. A balding man looking not unlike George W. Bush during his presidency was 23. A woman with a haircut now associated with the elderly is said to be in her 40s. A man hugging a child clearly looks to be in his 70s… but he is only 45 in the photo, and the child is his son.
Middle-aged people in the past looked like old people today.QuoteJust a few days before New Year’s Eve in 2019, as a world-altering pandemic was silently brewing, former baseball pitcher Brandon McCarthy tweeted, “this is nonsense but did people in the past look older when they were younger?” The floodgates were opened, with Twitter users sharing old photos of their mature-looking parents accompanied by a shockingly young age. A balding man looking not unlike George W. Bush during his presidency was 23. A woman with a haircut now associated with the elderly is said to be in her 40s. A man hugging a child clearly looks to be in his 70s… but he is only 45 in the photo, and the child is his son.
https://www.mcgill.ca/oss/article/critical-thinking-history-general-science/we-used-look-older
Twenty year-olds in cavalry twill trousers. It really happened. I was there.
(https://i.imgur.com/Ttf9nmL.png)
I saw this and thought of this topic.
You mention Formica to a (much younger) colleague, and they say “what’s that?”You can really confuse the little darlings when you start talking about counterpanes instead of duvets. :)
Quote from: rafletcherYou mention Formica to a (much younger) colleague, and they say “what’s that?”You can really confuse the little darlings when you start talking about counterpanes instead of duvets. :)
Cellular blankets..... are those 4G or 5G ?
Oh wow! You can still buy them. https://www.thewoolcompany.co.uk/products/wool-cellular-blanket
Oh wow! You can still buy them. https://www.thewoolcompany.co.uk/products/wool-cellular-blanket
Cellular blankets..... are those 4G or 5G ?
Oh wow! You can still buy them. https://www.thewoolcompany.co.uk/products/wool-cellular-blanket
In our day we all buggered off to Brentford Nylons and bought our blankets for £notalot. I've forgotten whether I bought some for my house at college - I probably did - and they may well have transferred themselves into our married life. We certainly had some. I think the originals were blue, but I seem to recall that there were some lemon yellow ones as well.
Edit: Jan tells me the yellow ones arrived with us from my parents' house. I think we may still have them.
... remember the TV ad for them where Alan Fluff Freeman drove an open-top Triumph Stag up onto the top of the Brentford Nylons building on the Great West Road?
https://youtu.be/Jwl82kcFHZE
Cellular blankets..... are those 4G or 5G ?
Oh wow! You can still buy them. https://www.thewoolcompany.co.uk/products/wool-cellular-blanket
You work out what the £10 payment from the DWP was all about.
You know you are middle aged when you think the winner of Sports Personality of the Year forgot to put a top on over her underwear😂😂
Yes, if you are in receipt of state pension.
Yes, if you are in receipt of state pension.
Thanks - perhaps it dribbled through my bank account in the past and I didn't notice in previous years - I shall keep an eye out for this year (no sign yet)
Yes, if you are in receipt of state pension.
Thanks - perhaps it dribbled through my bank account in the past and I didn't notice in previous years - I shall keep an eye out for this year (no sign yet)
Yes, if you are in receipt of state pension.
Thanks - perhaps it dribbled through my bank account in the past and I didn't notice in previous years - I shall keep an eye out for this year (no sign yet)
You should have had it a couple of weeks ago I think - try between 4th and 8th of December
Thx all! I wondered why DWP gave me £10.
In a pique of efficiency, I did my self-assessment yesterday which appears, for also mysterious reasons*, to have them owing me somewhere north of £3k, which is nice.
*my tax code is forever changing despite a stable income the majority of which is through PAYE and the only variable is an annual bonus, so every time I correct it, they change it to something else, and it appears random.
In a pique of efficiency, I did my self-assessment yesterday which appears, for also mysterious reasons*, to have them owing me somewhere north of £3k, which is nice.
*my tax code is forever changing despite a stable income the majority of which is through PAYE and the only variable is an annual bonus, so every time I correct it, they change it to something else, and it appears random.
I have the same to look forward to, the only benefit being that Mrs ED's tax year for her business is June-Jun, so she does all the numbers for the properties for me. Mine will be complicated this year by heading towards the top tax bracket and the declining free allowance.
Mine is on a list and will probably be done on the 28th/29th
You've just found out what Twitch is and how unbelievably big it is.
And your immediate reaction is that you just don't care.
You've just found out what Twitch is and how unbelievably big it is.Was that in the context of the granny who started playing fortnite and now has thousands of followers?
And your immediate reaction is that you just don't care.
You've just found out what Twitch is and how unbelievably big it is.Was that in the context of the granny who started playing fortnite and now has thousands of followers?
And your immediate reaction is that you just don't care.
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-north-east-orkney-shetland-68635687 (https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-north-east-orkney-shetland-68635687)
You've just found out what Twitch is and how unbelievably big it is.
And your immediate reaction is that you just don't care.
I've been aware of Twitch for a few years but it still baffles me. What does it say about the state of the world that people can get rich from other people watching them play video games? (Don't answer that, I really don't want to know.)