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Discussion in 'Hull City' started by DMD, Jan 21, 2021.
Yep that’s it
worth a look
David swimmer was her boyfriend.
Remember when she left and how it broke her dads heart
Age is a state of mind. I'm 58 and as cute as a button, everybody says so.
Got described as a "Dish" at a mates dads funeral last year.
I we knew at what age we would die then we could half that. Simples.
Was it Blade Runner?
I think it's a state of mind, not a number...
A 'dish' that holds a pudding?
My Gran always used to say ‘I’m as old as my tongue and a little older than my teeth’.
I’ve noticed with age you don’t quite bounce as well as you did when you were younger. Injuries also take a lot longer to repair. It must be a middle aged thing.
Always fitted in the music of the time well.
Always watched this. Mainly for the intro song as it was by one of my all time favourites John Sebastian.
4 years for Nexus 7...
Is middle aged is when you look forward to getting home after work to enjoy the other half's cottage pie, before a night in front of the telly when you fall asleep cause you feel knackered?....and have a headache!
On that basis not looking forward to it.........
How are you repairing pal?
It might be how severe the injury was in the first place as well, to be fair.
I don’t think I would ever have bounced that well after falling 15’ or so!
Ok. Back to hospital on the 5/2 to see if I need another op, can’t rotate my wrist and forearm- so the surgeon thinks the radius and ulna might be fused. I ended up using Bupa for physio and I’ve made quite a bit of progress. Had a CT scan in December on my arm. I have to say the NHS have still been brilliant, despite the pandemic and the strain that has put on hospitals every appointment has been kept.
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
I reckon I'm a Justice, me.
Round belly? Check
Good capon lin’d? Umm, probably. If it means I eat too much.
Eyes severe? Mincers are a bit dodgy to be honest. Varifocals help.
Beard of formal cut? Is straggly, wild classed as formal?
Wise saws? Hell yer, I'm renowned for me clever sayin's.
Modern instances? Too righty, matey. I'm down with the kids me!!!
One of the most bizarre comments I've read on here for a long time.
And while we're here, at what age does gammonhood kick in?
You'll know you've reached it when it's not you with the headache....It's your partner.Enjoy
Howcome? Did you run away with a spoon?