The Oldies Thread

....4 years ago I was Project Managing the development and implementation of a new £40m IT system into a Government Department. Today the biggest decision i make is whether to put the washing out or not.

How quickly the years pass.
Any fees paid in advance for future consultation? nudge, nudge, wink, wink, know what i mean, say no more *taps nose.
 
....handed my mobile phone in, walked out the office after 41 years and never gave one thought to ever working again.
I saw the ageism writing on the wall and got lucky.
The big boss was having all the dept heads in for one of his table thumping, tea cup kicking, we've all got to up our game and get with the program etc 'motivational' (?) Things and made a rash claim...gist...and if anybody doesn't think they want to be part of this team and the bright new company world etc. well they can koff at lunch time and I'll pay them a full 3mths notice.
So I called his bluff and did
His face was a picture.
I went through the motions for 18mths until I was 65, even drove a fork truck and picked trainers for 3months in an online warehouse for some christmas money.
Best thing I ever did.
Gentleman of leisure now.
 
We are obsessed as a nation with social class.

This series, and latterly, Downton Abbey are both prime examples.

Whilst they can be viewed as 'entertainment' , they do appear to yearn for a time when people ( the working class) knew their place.
It doesn't particularly put the 'upper classes' in a good light in a lot of the episodes.
 
....4 years ago I was Project Managing the development and implementation of a new £40m IT system into a Government Department. Today the biggest decision i make is whether to put the washing out or not.

How quickly the years pass.
It was similar for me but not as high flying as you.
I opened a business 30 years ago which was turning over a million a year at its peak and in May I walked away with nothing when my wife got ill.
I told the lads that I was only at the other end of the phone if there were any problems , the phone never rang once.
It just shows you arnt as indespensable as you may think.
 
It was similar for me but not as high flying as you.
I opened a business 30 years ago which was turning over a million a year at its peak and in May I walked away with nothing when my wife got ill.
I told the lads that I was only at the other end of the phone if there were any problems , the phone never rang once.
It just shows you arnt as indespensable as you may think.

....yep, but you should never have regrets about doing the right thing in respect of your wife. Things might not have worked out regarding your occupation but your values and priorities are unquestionable.
 
....yep, but you should never have regrets about doing the right thing in respect of your wife. Things might not have worked out regarding your occupation but your values and priorities are unquestionable.
I have no regrets mate I don't miss it one bit .I know if the roles were reversed she would do exactly the same for me
 
I am looking forward to Family Fortunes then Ant & Dec celeb thing, with a roast dinner on my knee.

With Mrs R.

Sunday nights were different back in the day.
 
In the 1940's, just after the war, me and my brother joined a gang. We lived on Walton Hall Avenue and most of the gang came from Scarisbrick Road. A railway line ran parallel with Scarisbrick Road all the way to Broadway. The only trains to use this line were goods trains, which went very slowly. Anyone in the gang going to Broadway used to wait on the railway embankment and when a goods train came, run alongside and jump on one of the wagons for a 'free ride' to Broadway. I only did it once but didn't think it was a good idea and preferred to walk.

The railway was also used for another purpose. A hole was dug between the railway sleepers and any new member of the gang had to undergo an initiation test. They had to lie in the hole while a goods train went over. Fortunately, I never had to do this as it was brought in after I joined. Couldn't have done it anyway as I was very claustrophobic.

Me and my brother were the youngest in the gang which finally broke up when the older lads (and founders) went in the forces to do their National Service.
 
I am looking forward to Family Fortunes then Ant & Dec celeb thing, with a roast dinner on my knee.

With Mrs R.

Sunday nights were different back in the day.
Back in said day my Sundays used to consist of 16 holes at Allerton...bunk through the hole in the fence at the 3rd ahead of the first tee off at 8am
Bacon and toast at the little cafe
Get dropped off at The Noah's Ark for 12.00 opening
about 2.20 over to The Speke Social Club...aka The Mau-Mau for the ITV sunday match
home for the Ma's sunday Dinner / Tea...what with my Dad and now me, she'd given up making it for 2-ish...more like 5-ish
Shi, shave, shower....not necessarily in that order
Down to St Marys Rd for the 82c, into the upstairs section of the St Ambrose Club for 7.00
Drink Bottled Guinness & Bitter and sherry schooners, dance the night away.

work on Monday

No wonder I'm knackered.
 

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