gonetomorrow
Player Valuation: £80m
Julie Christie is 80 and Ritchie Blackmore is 75 today.
FFS what the hell happened?
FFS what the hell happened?
The Oldies Thread
- Thread starter peteblue
- Start date
summerisle
The rain, it raineth every day
It's all a dream, and any moment you'll wake up in the shower.
gonetomorrow
Player Valuation: £80m
Thank God. I thought I was in a Doctor Who episode there for a minute.
Wouldn't be, couldn't be actually.
Its just a label now, a brand, like Dunlops on tyres, it used to mean something, like peoples jobs in the Speke factory.
iirc, it was a proper old style wooden barrel beer, with 'bits' in the bottom. It involved dray men, cellar men in dark, cool cellars who actually knew what they were doing and you had to let the barrels settle before you hand pumped it up.
I think the original incarnation went away in the late 60s very early 70s as breweries merged and profit not beer became the order of the day.
Pasteurized yellowish fizz water like titbread wankard and watneys red barrel.
I used to, on occasion, pop into The Allerton Hotel (before it turned into a haven for Aldo-esque drugies) and have some, I didn't go for a bit, turned up one night and there it was - gone
summerisle
The rain, it raineth every day
Ffs. lol
roydo
in memoriam - 1965-2024
“Time for us girls” by Pam Ayres
I’m normally a social girl
I love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here
We can’t go out the gates
You see, we are the ‘oldies’ now
We need to stay inside
If they haven’t seen us for a while
They’ll think we’ve upped and died
They’ll never know the things we did
Before we got this old
There wasn’t any Facebook
So not everything was told
We may seem sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth
But we grew up in the 60’s –
If you only knew the truth
There was sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll
The pill and miniskirts
We smoked, we drank , we partied
And were quite outrageous flirts
Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone’s Mum
Somebody’s wife, then nana
Who on earth did we become?
We didn’t mind the change of pace
Because our lives were full
But to bury us before we’re dead
Is like a red rag to a bull!
So here you find me stuck inside
For four weeks maybe more
I finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door
It didn’t really bother me
I’d while away the hour
I’d bake for all the family
But I’ve got no flaming flour!
Now Netflix is just wonderful
I like a gutsy thriller
I’m swooning over Idris
Or some random sexy killer.
At least I’ve got a stash of booze
For when I’m being idle
There’s wine and whiskey, even gin
If I’m feeling suicidal!!
So let’s all drink to lockdown
To recovery and health
And hope this awful virus
Doesn’t decimate our wealth
We’ll all get through the crisis
And be back to join our mates
Just hoping I’m not far too wide
To fit through the flaming gates!
Will resonate.
I’m normally a social girl
I love to meet my mates
But lately with the virus here
We can’t go out the gates
You see, we are the ‘oldies’ now
We need to stay inside
If they haven’t seen us for a while
They’ll think we’ve upped and died
They’ll never know the things we did
Before we got this old
There wasn’t any Facebook
So not everything was told
We may seem sweet old ladies
Who would never be uncouth
But we grew up in the 60’s –
If you only knew the truth
There was sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll
The pill and miniskirts
We smoked, we drank , we partied
And were quite outrageous flirts
Then we settled down, got married
And turned into someone’s Mum
Somebody’s wife, then nana
Who on earth did we become?
We didn’t mind the change of pace
Because our lives were full
But to bury us before we’re dead
Is like a red rag to a bull!
So here you find me stuck inside
For four weeks maybe more
I finally found myself again
Then I had to close the door
It didn’t really bother me
I’d while away the hour
I’d bake for all the family
But I’ve got no flaming flour!
Now Netflix is just wonderful
I like a gutsy thriller
I’m swooning over Idris
Or some random sexy killer.
At least I’ve got a stash of booze
For when I’m being idle
There’s wine and whiskey, even gin
If I’m feeling suicidal!!
So let’s all drink to lockdown
To recovery and health
And hope this awful virus
Doesn’t decimate our wealth
We’ll all get through the crisis
And be back to join our mates
Just hoping I’m not far too wide
To fit through the flaming gates!
Will resonate.
roydo
in memoriam - 1965-2024
We all made it through the Cuban missile crisis, right?
We can get through this.
We have adjusted. Well everyone has it seems to me. The general consensus is that queuing to get in the supermarket is a decent price to pay for an emptier shop, people wise. Stock levels are fine, the lock down isnt in reality that bad. Not for everyone, granted.
peteblue
Welcome back Wayne
We all made it through the Cuban missile crisis, right?
We can get through this.
Can you imagine some of the snowflake panic that would have been going on in the Current Affairs forum......And they wouldn’t be able to pick a side in the six day war......
tommytowne
Player Valuation: £50m
Went to B&Q yesterday. Well marked out 2m intervals whilst queuing picked up trolley once you are allowed inside. Once inside tbh it was just like a normal weekday in there. Got my stuff and was back out on my way home. 40 minutes from arrival to departure. If that's the "new normal" bring it on!
Still alive and rearranging my sock drawer for the 478th time, this week (and it's only Tuesday)
peteblue
Welcome back Wayne
and mine....