And better than the alternative!
Just generally nodding
Kids and knees.
Very little really. Realising I have retired. And talking to anyone about the stages of my 50 year working career.
One of my naim brochure designs appearing in the thread titled Vintage Naim & Linn Sales Brochures!
My left knee
Getting my old age pension
My left knee
Worrying about a friend and family and wondering about their mental processes
My left knee
Watching politicians repeat the same mistakes
Going to Joan Baezās farewell concert In London
A nap in the afternoon is an afternoon delight
My left knee
A job in the garden takes twice as long
Realising my next safari will probably be my last
Realising I will never see a caracal in the wild
Mines the right knee had an op a few months ago and itās still not cooperating.
Going to the doctor and being summoned by someone you assumed was doing work experience only to discover itās the doctor.
As folk have already pointed out, still listening to albums from my musically formative years that are now 50+ years old
Remembering activities from those times very clearly but often struggle to remember what I did last month
Driving past what used to be the locations (with amazing memories) from the old touring circuit to find that these are invariably transformed to an Asda or housing estate
Seeing acts from my earlier years at The Stables close to me and noticing the vibrant young things as they were have āaged a bitā
Watching the latest Top Gun film, realising that the original was 36 years ago!!! And finding that Tom Cruise & myself appear to have aged differently
Seeing the local Tech college I attended now recognised as a University
Going to the doctors and not expecting the findings to be ānothing to worry aboutā - these things never crossed my mind before
All of this is light-hearted, I do understand that everything has its time but I could do without some of the physical āremindersā
Yes, or going to the pharmacy for advice and speaking to said pharmacist who looks about 13 or 14.
When an āall-nighterā becomes about sleeping through without needing to get up to pee.
I thought my sonās form teacher was one of the sixth formers!
Having been living in environment where everyone are treated first-name basis I have now a couple of times been addressed as sir (reserved usually for old persons only).
Whatās next? Perhaps I will be offered a seat in public transportationā¦
Itās happened to meā¦
Nightwish at Birmingham. Standing tickets only. Iāll need earplugs probably. Thinking about this one.
When I am addressed as āsirā, I assume I am (a) about to be bullshitted (b) attempted to be sold something, (c) a combination of (a) and (b).
Or maybe arrested?
After a lifetime of attending live music concerts, with proper āhold in yer handā paper tickets, struggled a bit this morning to transfer two Smartphone tickets for Leeds First Direct Arena, bought as a prezzie for missus and daughter.
Technology, donāt ya just love it?
Time is a thief. Looking at the present day photos of some of stars of the 1970s and realising that time hasnāt been kind to the likes of Neil Young and a few others of that time.
Looking at pics of Mick and the boys at Anfield Iām feeling quite young. Amazing for 78 mind.
G