Getting Old

[KiwiBen]

Owdun, what a brilliant look at life! Really made this 'youth' stop and have a think.

I was rather different as we biffed the telly when I was 8 and took up model trains, playing outside and an age old favorite the Action Man. I was home schooled so I always walked to class, took 2 seconds!

Later I took up rebuilding cars and outdoor activity,Sod the Playstation and X-Box, what a waste of time.
And the funny thing is people thought I was deprived not having a lot of TV and PS2, at least I did it rather than watching it.

Brilliantly written mate I really enjoyed that!

Cheers, Benjo

[Nomess]

Yep, I am definitely old because I was born a few years before the 60's. Well, I guess I have let the cat out the bag aobut my age, that's ok because the older one gets the better they feel or is it look. Anyway, I agree with all of your listing and I can safely say that I am an oldie.

FOR EVERYONE BORN BEFORE 1986!!!


According to today's regulators and bureaucrats, those of us who were kids in the 60's, 70's and early 80's probably shouldn't have survived, because our baby cots were covered with brightly coloured lead-based paint which was promptly chewed and licked.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, or latches on doors or cabinets and it was fine to play with pans.

When we rode our bikes, we wore no helmets, just flip-flops and fluorescent 'spokey dokey's' on our wheels.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or airbags - riding in the passenger seat was a treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle and it tasted the same.

We ate chips, bread and butter pudding and drank fizzy juice with sugar in it, but we were never overweight because we were always outside playing.

We shared one drink with four friends, from one bottle or can and no-one actually died from this.

We would spend hours building go-carts out of scraps and then went top speed down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into stinging nettles a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We would leave home in the morning and could play all day, as long as
we were back before it got dark. No one was able to reach us and no one minded.

We did not have Play stations or X-Boxes, no video games at all. No 99 channels on TV, no videotape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no DVDs, no Internet chat rooms.

We had friends - we went outside and found them.

We played elastics and rounders, and sometimes that ball really hurt!

We fell out of trees, got cut, and broke bones but there were no law suits.

We had full on fist fights but no prosecution followed from other parents.

We played chap-the-door-run-away and were actually afraid of the owners catching us.

We walked to friends' homes.

We also, believe it or not, WALKED to school; we didn't rely on mummy or daddy to drive us to school, which was just round the corner.

We made up games with sticks and tennis balls.

We rode bikes in packs of 7 and wore our coats by only the hood.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of...They actually sided with the law.

Pass this on to others who have had the luck to grow as real kids, before lawyers and government regulated our lives, for our own good.

For those of you who aren't old enough, thought you might like to read about us.

This my friends, is surprisingly frightening......and it might put a smile on your face:

The majority of students in universities today were born in 1986........They are called youth.

They have never heard of: We are the World, We are the children, and the Uptown Girl they know is by Westlife not Billy Joel. They have never heard of Rick Astley, Bananarama, Nena Cherry or Belinda Carlisle.

For them, there has always been only one Germany and one Vietnam.

AIDS has existed since they were born. CD's have existed since they were born.

Michael Jackson has always been white.

To them John Travolta has always been round in shape and they can't imagine how this fat guy could be a god of dance.

They believe that Charlie's Angels and Mission Impossible are films from the last few years.

They can never imagine life before computers.

They'll never have pretended to be the A Team, RedHand Gang or the Famous Five.

They'll never have applied to be on Jim'll Fix It or Why Don't You.

They can't believe a black and white television ever existed. And they will never understand how we could leave the house without a mobile phone.



Now let's check if we're getting old...

1. You understand what was written above and you smile.

2. You need to sleep more, usually until the afternoon, after a night out.

3. Your friends are getting married/already married.

4. You are always surprised to see small children playing comfortably with computers.

5. When you see teenagers with mobile phones, you shake your head.

6. You remember watching Dirty Den in EastEnders the first time around.

7. You meet your friends from time to time, talking about the good Old
days, repeating again all the funny things you have experienced together.

8. Having read this mail, you are thinking of forwarding it to some other friends because you think they will like it too...

Yes, you're getting old!!


Aye Owdun.

[Pilgrim Norway]

Good one Owdun – Ah,yes….

Mrs. Dales Diary
Dick Barton with Jock and Snowy
Tommy Handley ( can I do you now Sir?)
Vera Lynn
Gracie Fields
Rediffusion – ‘On’ – or ‘Off’

Into the pictures for jam jars – well – next to nowt
Losing your cap by throwing it into the air when the
cowboys in the white hats rode in…..finding one - perhaps not your own
but still - a cap....
Pathe Pictorial….

When “They” came and took our railings for the munitions factory.

Ice cream at the street party on VE day – street parties in general.

Rag and bone men with horse and cart.
Tea delivered by ditto.
Beer delivered by ditto.
Following the cart for the manure – with a bucket.

My greatest toy was an iron hoop – I’d run for miles ‘coining’ that…

Thanks for the memories mate.

[anglo-saxon]

Sticky: Queue "Hovis" ad music ("Going Home"?) (best played on the cazoo!).

"...and we 'ad real butter!"

I remember robbing old batteries from the haulage company yard down the road. Then the Gypo rag and bone cart would come round and give me ten bob a piece if the batts were in half decent shape. Considering ten Sovereign were less than a shilling back then, it was a fortune for a wee snot like me (shouldn't have been smoking at 11 anyway!).

A pint of gold top was fourpence and we had to leave a cup out for the milkman to put over the top or the blue tits would peck the foil and drink the cream. Once a week the bread van would come round. We'd always get a jam tart for a treat. Favourites at the villige shop were licorice root and Uncle Joe's mint balls.

Entertainment included shooting of any kind (usually air rifle, but occasionally my eldest brother's Baikal single shot 12 bore). We'd also hunt each other with U-nails fired from lazzy bands. And another fave was for the three of us to collect a big pile of stones each, stand in a triangle about forty feet apart and then spend many happy hours lobbing rocks at each other. The thig was, it being an equilatteral triangle, you couldn;t properly wacth the on while you threw at the other. The results, though fun, were often almost fatal. I still have the two scars on my forehead that the Mrs calls my "windshield wipers". Old ratty mororbikes were always in use, too. Never any licence or insurance. We'd make jumps for them and ride around the field, then head off down the village chippy in the evening, taking the "back road". Add to that, all our barns and out-buildings were painted with creasote, we cooked in aluminium pans, painted our gates with red lead, and roofed our sheds with corrugated asbestos (it was always fun to chuck a piece of that in te fire and watch it explode!). Like we ever needed alcohol to assist the process of killing braing cells!

[Damolee]

I'm scared.....

I can relate to just about all of that there, nooooo !

I place the blame on the emphasis of Political Correctness devoid of following any sense ...of common sense.

Think you missed off being able to do paper rounds and work being asyoung as 9 and it was deemed a good thing.

[Wholley]

Well,
Let me tell you a thing or two you young whippersnappers,
When I were a Lad I had a paper round and milk round at the SAME TIME.
Had to learn to ride me bike"No Hands"Using both feet to propel the machine as someone nicked the chain.No shoes of course,
In six feet of snow,
Uphill,
Both ways,
THEN.
Tides Ebbing,Join me Trawler(Sailing of course,None of those new fangled engines back then).
Next twelve hours spent hauling nets and gutting cod.
Ashore just in time for me paper round.
Made 9d a week,Enough to keep me in tar for me pigtail.
Them's were the days.
AAARRRR.

[sneaky beaky]

I know I'm old because every Monday morning, £106.41 goes into my bank account ! (And £40 goes off my service pension in tax!!).
Sneaky

[flo]

My brother in law sent this and now even i feel old.........mind you the last line doesnt affect me.

Memory was something you lost with age
An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A cursor used profanity

A keyboard was a piano
A web was a spider's home
A virus was the flu
A CD was a bank account

A hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived

And if you had a 3 inch floppy . .

.... . you just hoped nobody ever found
out!

[owdun]

Nice one Flo. But you aint old , still a Babe in my book.


Aye Owdun.

[flo]

Aw and this being valentines day.............ive gone all mushy

[Artist]

Aw and this being valentines day.............ive gone all mushy

URRRGH! Flo!

Less detail dear lady Please! Children peruse this forum you know!
As do Mild Mannered Perverts such as Ickle me!

Artist

[anglo-saxon]

ive gone all mushy

Oi sez, Paaarrrdon?"!!

[flo]

You boys have always got to turn it into something its not, Take a slapping and stand under a cold shower for half an hour.

Anyway im in a good mood ive just has my prezzie from his nibs

Perfume and not cheap stuff neither.

[harry hackedoff]

It wasn`t meant for you, mate
Owdun, you bend over and I`ll get old

Yup?
Yep

Take it easy mate.You know I loves you really
Sippers