My great aunt...
was a perfect example of people's minds slowly letting go as they went on..

At the age of 96 she still used to potter around her tiny surrey village, and deliver the local rag... but after receiving a "well done, you've reached the ton" letter from Queenie, she started to go down hill.

The poor thing ended up incontinent, but slightly aware of it, therefore spent every other minute with her finger up her arse trying to see if she needed to go... Problem was the Altzheimers... (SP?) She couldn't remember when she'd last checked.

The absolutely worst thing about her slow spiral into senility was that she knew she was going... and she knew she was doing slightly embarrassing things.. and she was ashamed of it.

Old people loosing their minds. As we get older and science gets better at preventing our deaths, our downward spirals will be worse than the ones we've witnessed.

Life sucks. Get a helmet.

I just got myself a lovely grip-action ball-lock tripod head on E-Bay. made by "Man-Frotto"... Now there's a funny name. I can now take more photos with greater accuracy with which to bore my grandkids senseless as I dribble down my tweed tie. Time has taught me that no matter how chipper and cool you used to be, We will all be reduced to wearing flatcaps and remarking upon how much cheaper things were when we were younger.

I'm not even 30 yet.. and I still grip about the daft price/size of mars-bars. I mean really.. A crunchie bar used to be 16p where i grew up... now they're - well, unavailable in Sweden - but now I bet they're 45p in an Esso Service station. "Tiger in the tank" my arse. Nowadays I can't even afford a kitten from a shelter.. let alone a sodding tiger. It's all making me wonder if an electric car is the future.. and .. CHRIST. ELECTRIC??? no WAY.

Honda Pry-ass drivers are the worst in the frikking WORLD. They actually out-strip Volvo-driver idiocy by a MILE. Just LOOK at the bumpers. They're all scratched to fuck. Sure.. the car is shaped like a sex toy, but there's no need to try to violently ram it into any hole that you see.

They're the kind of people that sift through their on shit to try and optimise their diet. "am I eating enough Fibre" WHO CARES.. you're not bloody dead yet... but in 40 years' time you'll be dribbling like a mong and wondering when nurse will be along to change your nappy. Sift through your shit THEN.. not now.

Fuck this. I'm off to do something FUN.
( Humpty Dumpty was Pushed Is unaware of having any limits., Thu 12 Jul 2007, 13:56, Reply)