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Late Doors

Getting soft in old age

Never been  "hard"  but lately I've found myself having doubts about doing things and avoiding things I wouldn't have given a second thought about a few years ago. Is there something about gaining the years that makes you more risk averse?

I feel quite vulnerable walking home from town at night, so much so i don't do it and chastise myself after the odd times I have.

I don't like cycling the main drags in busy traffic anymore. Ill avoid gobshites in pubs. Even this weekend i didn't want to walk on loose rocks. I worry about the well being of others. Its as if you get a sense of how precious and also how precarious  life is as you get older. Have more to lose by being reckless. Like a little voice in you that keeps saying " oooh, be careful"

that's it . My nan has taken over me
fartcatcher

I drive a lot slower than I used to - got overtaken by a couple of nuns in a Nissan Micra on the M40 a couple of weeks ago.

As far as cycling is concerned, I start with the assumption that every other road user is trying to kill me. So far no-one has succeeded.

Less worried about what I wear or about generally making an arse of myself. Some of you may have spotted this.

Only drink half as much as I used to and have started reading instructions for self-assembly furniture.

Also find I'm getting quite obsessive about checking that things are switched/turned off and that all the doors are locked. Suspect this maybe age related as well.

And I spend far too much time watching the telly with the sound turned down and reading the news/sport/weather/travel on Ceefax.
Frazier Cranium

I definitely have a better 'You're acting like a prat' alarm bell the older I get, but I've still nearly got involved with stuff without thinking how many bags of crap are about to be knocked out of me In my defence, it has usually been for good reason, like two twats nicking a neighbour's wheelbarrow, also a shithouse neighbour being a vindictive arse, and someone trying to nick our booked taxi once and then calling me a cunt for being right

Someone said it on the radio a few weeks ago, that you're more easily scared the older you get.  I had (completely groundless) heart scare a year ago, and since then I am a bit more careful.  Cycling?  No thanks, too many gobshite drivers out there.
Cutsyke

Walk away from loads of stuff these days. i think it's just been sensible.

Cycling. I am wishing I'd bought a mountain bike at times, drivers round here scare the crap out of me.

What are people's thoughts on jumping? The mind is willing but he body is not able, it seems.
Frazier Cranium

Don't do it, Cutsyke, think of the family.
Sir Bulldog Craggwood

Recently reached 40 and like to think I'm a bit more considerate to everyone except myself. I have though cut out red meat, most smoking, most drinking and even exercise everyday now. i won't live any longer but it will seem like longer
fartcatcher

I feel the cold more. Particularly in Leeds. Took four layers to prevent hypothermia today.

Hats off to those lads in the S Stand who turn up in just a T-shirt.

and trousers of course.
Frazier Cranium

It was a blummin cold one.
smiling badger

Funny was walking through an estate near mine the other day where a car full of little oiks came flying up the road driving like a cunt.
Where at one time is usually have given them the wanker sign and have shouted for them to slow down i just sook my head instead.
I now fear getting a hiding from a bunch of teenagers.
Cutsyke

The cold yes. Hit me a 42. I feel it in my bones these days. Chilled to the core. In spite of this I still plan to retire to Maine. I hate the heat even more.
Late Doors

Funnily enough the cold is one of the few things I'm still quite hardened to and don't mind it at all. In fact quite enjoy it. Perversely as well with inappropriate  fast driving. At one time after they horribly crashed id've dived into the burning wreckage, pulled them out one by one, give them all mouth to mouth, care for them through recovery, look after their families and contributed to the burns unit on their behalf.

Now id divert the ambulances wait for the fires to rest and piss on their smouldering ashes.
Frazier Cranium

I get more emotional more easily the older I get, things matter more and mean more.  It's embarrassing, I've mentioned before that there aren't many gigs I attend where I'm not suddenly having a 'quiet moment' due to certain songs getting to me.

Also admitting things like the above, that's more common the older I get
sheeps

Frazier Cranium wrote:
I get more emotional more easily the older I get, things matter more and mean more.  It's embarrassing, I've mentioned before that there aren't many gigs I attend where I'm not suddenly having a 'quiet moment' due to certain songs getting to me.

Also admitting things like the above, that's more common the older I get


Wuss.
Frazier Cranium

Shameless wussy in fact
Heyho

I get more passionate about things. Wife can't understand why I am getting so wound up about the plans to build chavs houses at the bottom of my garden. Actually it winds me up more that she can't see why I am getting wound up.

I'm also getting very wound up about this election. Well that stupid Scottish bint from SNP. Sorry, Alec Salmonds puppet, do not come dictating to me luv. Fuck off to the Mull of Kintyre and do something useful with Salmon, like farm them.

Apologies to any Scottish readers - I like you and would love to retire to your country.
Frazier Cranium

I don't understand the SNP or why Labour would want to work with them - SNP want independence don't they?  So how could any party against that work with them?

H, you shouldn't call them chavs' house, to be fair about it, that isn't the real issue is it?  It's more that the feckers are intending building there at all?  For what it's worth, I 100% understand/empathise why you're forked off with it all.
Heyho

Frazier Cranium wrote:
H, you shouldn't call them chavs' house


I was being polite. I don't like using the other C word.
Frazier Cranium

I'm more of a prude too.  Like in Peter Kay's 'Car Share', there was 'fucking' used when I was thinking 'screwing' would have been much better
Heyho

It's another area I am getting more wound up about as I get older about these scroungers.

I don't class myself as any different from the majority of people who do a honest days work. Physically I don't have a demanding job but I do mentally and also have to make big decisions that effect the general public. Not quite life and death but if I fuck up then you might end up waiting hours in A&E or even have your operation cancelled. But hey I get a decent wage and I accept it as part of my job role. 45 - 50 hour weeks are the norm. Like I say I don't class myself as any different to the majority of people.

But (and there is always a but) on Friday I will have worked in the NHS 25 years. Back in 1990 (remember that long back) most people I was working with who were retiring were doing so at 55,56,57,58. That was my goal, especially as the NHS pension scheme was one of the best going. Now I am approaching that I will be lucky to retire at 63 or 64. They have changed the pension scheme which effects me and means retiring at a decent age is less of a possibility. Ok so many will say 'well join the rest of us'. Maybe but you set your stall out don't you. I am not in debt and will have my mortgage paid off in three years. All part of the grans plan.

So back to the chavs at the bottom of my garden. I'm taking about the single mums who couldn't keep their legs crossed when they are 14 or 15 or that lad who has never had a job in their lives cos they are too fucking lazy. Doesn't matter - lets provide them with some social housing and lets pay for the little cunts.

Counts to ten, breathes deeply and moves on.
Frazier Cranium

I think you should have counted to ten before typing that
Heyho

Heyho wrote:
So back to the chavs at the bottom of my garden. I'm taking about the single mums who couldn't keep their legs crossed when they are 14 or 15 or that lad who has never had a job in their lives cos they are too fucking lazy. Doesn't matter - lets provide them with some social housing and lets pay for the little cunts.


Just to prove I do have a heart I was on the bus yesterday and said hello to this girl who has a kid my sons age (16). I bet she is only in her early 30's but in the ten years I have known her she has always had some form of job be it bar maid or working in a newsagent. She's a single mum.

I don't mind my taxes going to folk like her. She is a credit
Late Doors

Too late you heartless Nazi
carp

Soft. Don't let my kids walk from the station. I will go get them. It is like a war zone on Fri Sat nights. I drink less in town, more in the country. Lucky my wife doesn't drink. When I am pissed I am bullet proof but happens less these days. *bang* *ouch*

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