Advice from Old People
Sometimes, just sometimes, old people say something worth listening to. Ok, so it's like picking the needle out of a whole haystack of mis-remembered war stories, but those gems should be celebrated.
Tell us something worthwhile an old-type person has told you.
Note, we're leaving the definition of old up to you, you smooth-skinned youngsters.
( , Thu 19 Jun 2008, 16:16)
Sometimes, just sometimes, old people say something worth listening to. Ok, so it's like picking the needle out of a whole haystack of mis-remembered war stories, but those gems should be celebrated.
Tell us something worthwhile an old-type person has told you.
Note, we're leaving the definition of old up to you, you smooth-skinned youngsters.
( , Thu 19 Jun 2008, 16:16)
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Not so much advice as an example...
Towards the end of his life my Granddad lived on his own in the arse-end of nowhere in Ireland. Lonely place, not many neighbours and a fair old cycle to the nearest pub - not that that put him off. The man himself was a short and wirey and, to be honest, kind of frail looking.
Late one night, after cycling back from the pub, he was in his house and there was a knock at the door. A fella stood there and tried to convince Granddad that it would be a great idea to let him in as "he needed to somewhere to stay". Now, I don't know what this bloke's intention was but my Granddad didn't like the idea at all and resisted. The bloke got cantankerous and words were exchanged.
In a final atttempt to get into the house the man warned my grandad - "You want to watch out, I have the karate". To which Grandad came back with the immortal line "And I have the poker." Grandad won.
Other than that I live by the words of my friend's Mum: Never trust a man with a beard, he's hiding something.
( , Sat 21 Jun 2008, 9:16, Reply)
Towards the end of his life my Granddad lived on his own in the arse-end of nowhere in Ireland. Lonely place, not many neighbours and a fair old cycle to the nearest pub - not that that put him off. The man himself was a short and wirey and, to be honest, kind of frail looking.
Late one night, after cycling back from the pub, he was in his house and there was a knock at the door. A fella stood there and tried to convince Granddad that it would be a great idea to let him in as "he needed to somewhere to stay". Now, I don't know what this bloke's intention was but my Granddad didn't like the idea at all and resisted. The bloke got cantankerous and words were exchanged.
In a final atttempt to get into the house the man warned my grandad - "You want to watch out, I have the karate". To which Grandad came back with the immortal line "And I have the poker." Grandad won.
Other than that I live by the words of my friend's Mum: Never trust a man with a beard, he's hiding something.
( , Sat 21 Jun 2008, 9:16, Reply)
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