I must be getting old...
Not only am I old (36) - well, old compared to the vast gangs of chav-like teenagers that seem to roam the town centre and hang out at the bus station (surely they can think of somewhere better - hmm, maybe they can't!), but I think I'm (turning into) a grumpy old git because...


I think that compulsory National Service for anyone under the age of 25 is a bloody good idea.
I can realy relate to everything that was said on the BBC programme "Grumpy Old Men".
Most Policemen look about 18.
My doctor is younger than I am.
I haven't been to a club in years (nor do I have any desire to do so).
Most music in pubs is too loud - why can't I just have a pleasant conversation?
Most modern "music" is shite.
I make groaing noises when sitting down, standing up or bending over to tie my shoes.
I constantly have to explain television programmes like Bod, Bagpuss, Battle of the Planets, Mr Benn etc. to some of the people I work with who have never heard of them.
Starburts and Snickers don't exist in my world - they're Opal Fruits and Marathons.
I lament the demise of the Texan bar -perhaps the finest confectionery ever made
I am constantly correcting other people's grammar, particularly with regard to the apostrophe (if I see one more sign advertising "Carrot's" I won't be responsible for my actions!)
I complain that exams are so much easier now than they were in my day.
I use phrases like "in my day".
... and most tellingly of all, I make lists like this complaining about it all!
( JugglerJAF It's curtains for you.Lacy gently wafting curtains, Mon 1 Nov 2004, 7:42, Reply)