Dont some old dears make you chuckle with their "set in their ways" attitudes and how they look on the younger generation :)
Some years ago , way before the dept of transport gave me authority to drive on the british highways, I was on my way to see big sis who was staying in hospital.
It was a sunday afternoon, and what with the reduced public transport services, plus the fact that the hospital was in such a part of the town that I would need to catch two buses, i was rapidly forming the opinion that it was going to take a good hour simply to get there. As i was studying the timetable at the stand and comparing each of the various services and routes , this little old dear , complete with her walking stick approached, and observed the frown on my look. "I wish they had a more regular service on a sunday my dear", i said to her "Dont they realise that even on a sunday people need to get out and about"
"Well young man , if you were a regular bus user like us old people, you'd organise your time to ensure you were here when the bus arrives"
I thought , "here we go" ,and i spent the next ten minutes having a little rant about the bus services, no surprise that i didnt get any sympathy from this old codger . Naturally she had great pleasure in telling me that buses were primarily there for "us old people" and that "you youngsters should be able to walk it cos when i was a young girl i used to walk 2 miles to school and 2 miles back"
I then tried to make a point as to how confusing and ill-planned it was that there were 3 different buses stopping by that were all going to the hospital, and that all of them were stopping by within 10 minutes, and the next one after them would be 40 minutes later. "Surely they could spread them out a bit, have one of them running every 20 minutes?" i asked with a grin on my face. But nope, she smartly replied with a sharp answer in the form of "ah, but they all go through a different route, through different estates" giving me a "ner-ner, told you so" look on her face. I think by this time id given up trying to win some sympathy, I was tempted to say to her "Yeah i bet you wore the trousers in your marriage Doris" but somehow i think she may have been tempted to whack me with that wooden walking stick of hers. I spent the next few minutes daydreaming of reaching my 18th birthday and when i was going to start having driving lessons and get a nice little sportster. I was so wrapped up in my daydream that i nearly missed the bus!
Thankfully old Doris and her wooden friend gave me a gentle prod! :)
About 10 yrs ago I finally succumbed to getting a cellphone. Despite the broken promises i made to myself that id never upgrade the model, or ringtones etc here i am having just obtained my latest gadget. this one is so slim i keep forgetting its actually in my jeans pocket when the ringer goes off!
Talking of ringtones isnt it annoying when some people just feel that they HAVE to let their cells ring for a good 20 seconds before they'll answer it, even if the damn thing is right next to them.
We had this big burly chap working at my old workplace office, and when i say big he was 6ft 5 tall , and prob the same width ways too. He wasnt really the socialising type either, in fact he would kinda look down on the rest of us simply cos he was of senior management brigade. Now this guy , who we nicknamed Shrek - obviously cos of the resemblance, and no we didnt call him that to his face (jeez what you think we were, suicide wannabees??) , this guy used to let his cell ring for a fair few seconds and it was always the same annoying tone. Either he wanted to tell us "Look ive got a cellphone, can you hear it?" , or he just wanted to annoy the living hell out of us. Anyway, i took the step to change the tone to some kiddies nursery rhyme thing while he was away from his desk, but unfortunately wasnt around by the time he got back. Obviously though he discovered the prank , although to our annoyance none of us were around when he found out. Word did get to us however that he was quite amused by the whole affair and as in the words he quoted to his colleague who then informed us, he said something to the effect of ... "Some stupid person with questionable parentage changed the ringtone on my phone" . And yes, he was grinning when he said it. Jeez, Shrek with a sense of humour? Whoever would have believed it? :)
The girl who used to work in the cab office i used to run was forever on the phone to her beloved "bit on the side". Every 5 minutes the phone would go off and it would be the same tone she had set specifically for him. As english wasnt his first language she used to giggle at his misspelt words, and then made the ultimate mistake of showing them to a cheeky little fecker like me. Naturally i simply couldnt resist being naughty so while she went to the ladies room i quickly amended her cellphone book by changing the details so that his name showed under my number - yeah in other words if i rang or sent her a text it would appear as if it was from her loverboy. I sat in the other room as me and a colleague started to send her "texts" asking her if it were possible she could skip work and meet up as soon as poss. Unfortunately the next text i sent , she sussed out it was from me cos (a) it was spelt too correctly, and (b) she caught sight of my cheeky grin, and after a pause and looking round for something to throw at me she reached for the desk diary (A4 size and about an inch thick!) . I wont go ito what happened next but lets just say that the theory about large desk diaries being dangerous and can be dented is absolutely true! ;)
Some forty odd years ago four lads from Liverpool got together to form a band and changed the face of music forever.
Fast forward to the spring of 2008 and im 4 weeks into my new hobby - Rockschool! Tuesday afternoons are spent driving up to a place called St.Helens just outside Liverpool and between the hours of 5 and 7 its a pure jamming session with yours truly thumping out the rhythm on the bass guitar. Im accompanied by 3 old gits - whoops i mean gentlemen :) , namely John (business partner and who's son and daughter-in-law run the music school), his old mate Harry, and Steve. Boy do we have fun? hell yeah , and although we're not quite in the league as the fab four there are some similarities ...
(1) 4 guys getting together to play in Liverpool
(2) If you include the fact that ive been told that i sound like a "scouser" (Liverpool native) then you could say its 4 guys speaking with scouse accents
(3) The bass player in both bands is by far the best looking! ... (ok, couldnt resist that jibe hehe)
