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El Pirata

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Sep 3, 2012
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This thread is for members which don't mind sharing their age with the board. I'm very curious about your age and I'll start, I'm 21.
 
29th 12th 1969
born in the sixties man
dont remember it so i must have been there
no 1 single was rolf harris with 2 little boys (still love that song)
qpr drew with birmingham the weekend i was born

for anyone that cant count that makes me 42
 
45 (46 in 3 weeks time),
lived on White City Estate for 33 years,
no.1 single when I was born was Reach out I'll be there by the four tops
 
I'm beginning to see a pattern emerging of a bunch of Rs-supporting forty & fifty-somethings, skulking away from 'Er Indoors and the kids to converse in cyberspace with our virtual mates as a substitute for the real world we left behind when we married and settled for a lifeling sentence of domesticity with no parole.

It is comforting to learn I am no longer alone.
 
I think the 'glory' years from the late '60s through to the early '80s hangs over many of us .

Swaggering football, Guinness tops, capri's, dodgy barnets.

Subconsciously maybe we are all trying to relive those heady days?
 
I think the 'glory' years from the late '60s through to the early '80s hangs over many of us .

Swaggering football, Guinness tops, capri's, dodgy barnets.

Subconsciously maybe we are all trying to relive those heady days?

The reality Wubba is, if we're honest, up till the Goons arrived we all thought we'd never see the Premier League again. As for dodgy barnets, mine deserted me many years ago...<laugh>
 
Well said . 45 for me.
I'm beginning to see a pattern emerging of a bunch of Rs-supporting forty & fifty-somethings, skulking away from 'Er Indoors and the kids to converse in cyberspace with our virtual mates as a substitute for the real world we left behind when we married and settled for a lifeling sentence of domesticity with no parole.

It is comforting to learn I am no longer alone.