The Oldies Thread


Too true mate, IBS, 'farmer Giles', hair loss, 3 pairs of glasses (distance, reading, computer), and other unmentionable failings.

Getting old is vastly overrated.

Got all my own teeth and a good head of hair but lots of things don't work very well. Getting old is vastly overrated but it does give you excuses for not doing things.
 

Or you buy trousers not for style but for the number of pockets they've got to fit all your knick-knacks in. Specs case, mobile, credit card holder, hanky, wine gums, keys, Rennies, medication, notes, coins.....
It's the seemingly compulsory purchase and the wearing of those sleeveless jackets that I'm resisting. Older blokes of expanding waistlines seem to be the only people wearing these. Count me out.
 
It's the seemingly compulsory purchase and the wearing of those sleeveless jackets that I'm resisting. Older blokes of expanding waistlines seem to be the only people wearing these. Count me out.
Normally I would be right in there with the sleeveless jackets with lots of pockets.

But somehow I don't think Bardot, Cher or Jenny Agutter would be attracted.

It's really down to that.
 

When I was no more than 10 we had a teacher whose choice of punishment was a wooden rule which he whacked onto your knuckles using the edge as the point of contact. Mr Adams...We were 10...top bloke eh?
In primary school we had a Mr Badham who CANED you if you were late twice in a week. Pig!
 
In primary school we had a Mr Badham who CANED you if you were late twice in a week. Pig!

Same here. Except he was Mr Hook. I kid you not. Cane, dap, ruler across the hand, had em all.

Some lunatic maths teacher lobbed, at full force, one of them wooden blackboard cleaner things at me once as well.

And the teacher/pupil rugby match when in the VIth form.......got clocked by a teacher in that.

But brilliant days!
 
In secondary school in Liverpool (about 1949) there was once some trouble. The headmaster called a special assembly and everyone congregated in the school hall. After a while, the door at the rear of the hall crashed open and the headmaster came down the central aisle carrying a big wooden club with a nail knocked through it. He got on the stage and waved the club about and threatened to use it on anyone who continued with whatever trouble it was.
We had a teacher who doubled up as PE teacher. If it was raining we had to go in the school hall. He had a long piece of rope and at one end he tied three Indian clubs. We then had to stand in a circle and he stood in the middle swinging the rope. We had to jump over the rope. If it caught your legs it wrapped around until the Indian clubs rapped your shins. You then had to go and sit on the stage and watch. We learned that it didn't pay to be there at the end as the rope would be coming round at chest high. Physical violence seemed a normal part of the school day!lol
 

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