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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My grandfather - my father's father - was a cantankerous ould bollix. We rarely saw him, and when we did he usually couldn't be arsed remembering our names. He considered himself to be extremely pious and religious because he'd trained to become a priest before giving it up for an equally boring life with my now-dead grandmother. Still, he was incredibly religious and liked to remind us of that fact on a regular basis.
I remember him summoning us to where he sat, pope-like in his armchair, pontificating about the trials of life.
"If you have an itch," he'd solemnly waffle, "never scratch it! It's God's way of testing you."
As a seven year old I always wondered, but never dared ask, if the same principle applied to his rampant alcoholism that destroyed much of my dad's family.
( , Mon 23 Jun 2008, 13:04, 3 replies)
My grandfather - my father's father - was a cantankerous ould bollix. We rarely saw him, and when we did he usually couldn't be arsed remembering our names. He considered himself to be extremely pious and religious because he'd trained to become a priest before giving it up for an equally boring life with my now-dead grandmother. Still, he was incredibly religious and liked to remind us of that fact on a regular basis.
I remember him summoning us to where he sat, pope-like in his armchair, pontificating about the trials of life.
"If you have an itch," he'd solemnly waffle, "never scratch it! It's God's way of testing you."
As a seven year old I always wondered, but never dared ask, if the same principle applied to his rampant alcoholism that destroyed much of my dad's family.
( , Mon 23 Jun 2008, 13:04, 3 replies)
Afternoon chcb,
good weekend?
*is escared of ever scratching anything again in case it incurs God's wrath*
( , Mon 23 Jun 2008, 13:10, closed)
good weekend?
*is escared of ever scratching anything again in case it incurs God's wrath*
( , Mon 23 Jun 2008, 13:10, closed)
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