Making stupid groaning noises when you climb out of a chair or even the car. I don't know what that's about, is it habitual or really that strenuous when you get old?
Moving on from **** on a stick how's about when you turn in to a part Metal Mickey and have a hip replacements? Knees as well if you like but you are almost guarenteed to set off the security alarm at an airport, although for some odd reason not at Donny airport but definately Spanish airports where you are then taken asided and duely patted down and even scanned with some gadget sometimes. I was warned before the op that in some instances one leg can become slightly longer than other after the op, and sure enough its true, not quite Long John Silver but a slight limp can occure, **** on a stick is simple in comparrison. There again I could go on about hearing aids eh?
Thank god, I thought it was cos I was getting old. I had an awkward moment last week, getting out my car pulling myself up and was face to face with a group of passers by when I realised I was mid groan.
Took a long call at work today so I thought I'll swing my legs up onto the desk, as I usually do and relax in my chair. Forgot I'd been playing about with the height, Ye I know busy Friday, and had to swing my legs a bit higher... Twang ****ing hamstring Christ I squeezed that phone tight while trying to look cool to the office birds
My young City mate! DBT's only gloating cos I bumped into an old associate recently, he said he often sees me at City with someone younger and described DBT. I was suitably offended and indignant he wasn't (even though he is by 5 years). Tell you what could have shoved that ****ing white stick where the sun don't shine.
Ha, standard 6 weeks out then, have to keep feet firmly on the ground. Is this what you wrote in the accident book?
Wesnesday amused me. Travelled from the NE to Camberley on train. Great journey, then on the last leg . Waterloo - change Ascot- onto Camberley. All sorted, on the train from Ascot when an important call came through. Put on earphones, suit bag an laptop bag had to be sorted; lost focus. Lost in the call, train stopped, door open - where the **** are we? Asked this bloke, he said, "Camberley, and the door is about to close". I grabbed my kit and jumped, feeling quite good with myself. I turned around, the train pulled away and slowly revealed a sign that said, BAGSHOT. I looked at the train and saw the finger in the window. I laughed to myself and said, ****, a bit louder than I should have done. My mate drove the 15mins and picked me up. We got bladdered. That was my most recent Victor Meldrew moment.
Just catching up on reading last weeks posts, whilst watching WBA and Chelsea. Nearly spat me ****ing beer out loafing when I read this. That's my old man. Are we brothers? EDIT -> Predictive text! Loafing ?? Do a lot of that at my age. Laffing - only at most of the **** on here
If you are my brother , you are a hypocrite because you are always taking the piss out of me for using forums , saying I should get some real mates instead
Good word is 'Chunter'. I like a good chunter, chuntering to mysen. Chunter. Good ****ing word. More power to all those who chunter. EDIT -> ****ing predictive text.