I am, however, not at all far behind. Stand still for a while and I'll catch up.
We get to harrumph at the ignorance of those who don't remember dip-pens, and teachers who were deadly accurate with thrown board-rubbers, we remember when steam trains ran on the lines Doctor Beeching closed, we were around before the Beatles hit the charts, we grew up with cap-guns and catapults, muddy puddles and skinned knees, we were free-range kids, before televisions were widely owned, creatures of imagination who didn't own a heap of expensive toys. I like to think that the generation of the 1950s bred a good vintage, which is still maturing. I remember wondering, back then, what it would be like to be a grown-up, and it's a question that I still can't answer.
Do not despair, Adullamite! Instead...have a very Happy Birthday!
As Soub says...we of our vintage grew up during a wonderful era...an age of innocence...a time of great music, freedom and a feeling of security to enjoy our freedom. A far more simple time. I wouldn't give that away for quids.
And don't forget...you're amongst friends of a like age...and I reckon there's not one amongst us who has yet left his/her first childhood. Speaking for myself, I most certainly haven't and have no intention of doing so!
So...I'm sure there's a good Scotch waiting somewhere for you to enjoy a nip or three of....have a great birthday...no matter what you choose to do. :)
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I'm older.
That's ......
Oh my. I've seen younger things in Antique shops.
I am, however, not at all far behind. Stand still for a while and I'll catch up.
We get to harrumph at the ignorance of those who don't remember dip-pens, and teachers who were deadly accurate with thrown board-rubbers, we remember when steam trains ran on the lines Doctor Beeching closed, we were around before the Beatles hit the charts, we grew up with cap-guns and catapults, muddy puddles and skinned knees, we were free-range kids, before televisions were widely owned, creatures of imagination who didn't own a heap of expensive toys.
I like to think that the generation of the 1950s bred a good vintage, which is still maturing.
I remember wondering, back then, what it would be like to be a grown-up, and it's a question that I still can't answer.
I hope you can't either.
Happy Birthday to you!
Do not despair, Adullamite! Instead...have a very Happy Birthday!
As Soub says...we of our vintage grew up during a wonderful era...an age of innocence...a time of great music, freedom and a feeling of security to enjoy our freedom. A far more simple time. I wouldn't give that away for quids.
And don't forget...you're amongst friends of a like age...and I reckon there's not one amongst us who has yet left his/her first childhood. Speaking for myself, I most certainly haven't and have no intention of doing so!
So...I'm sure there's a good Scotch waiting somewhere for you to enjoy a nip or three of....have a great birthday...no matter what you choose to do. :)
Oh good, someone older than me.
Happy Birthday! (I would sing like Elvis if I could see you.)
Thank you, thank you very much.
Oh dear, have I missed the party ???
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET ADULLAMITE!
I've always been partial to vintage ;)
xxx
I'm not.
You hide it well.
Chin up. If I've learned anything in life, it is that it could always be worse, and usually will be one day.
Happy Birthday, the trick is to suffer from dyslexia - 62 to 26, the mirror always lies.
Fly, You don't look it.
Soub, All those years....
Lee, More years like this....?
Kay, Lol
RDG, How nice.
Bob, You are so!
Alan, Good idea....
I'll be 56 in November, but I fear that I am catching up to you in way too much of a hurry. Double sigh and a very loud groan.
Jerry, Slow down!!!!!
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