You know you are getting old when...

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You know you're getting old when it takes you all night to do what you used to do all night! :D
How do I know that my youth is all spent?
Well, my get-up-and-go got up and went!
But it's really not bad, as I think with a grin
Of all the fine places my get-up has been.
 
Well then Finch...
Thank you. I had to Google the meaning.

The bird is a sparkly symbol of high energy and brighter days on the horizon. Generally, the symbolism of the finch is an indication of liveliness, exuberance, and enthusiasm in your life. Finch people tend to enjoy life and treasure every moment in it for joy and the love in it.
 
Thank you. I had to Google the meaning.

The bird is a sparkly symbol of high energy and brighter days on the horizon. Generally, the symbolism of the finch is an indication of liveliness, exuberance, and enthusiasm in your life. Finch people tend to enjoy life and treasure every moment in it for joy and the love in it.

Somehow I think the Finch I am referencing would manage to slay the cougar.
 
When you don't know what carded means.
You all know our draconian drinking age is 21 to be considered legit. When you look young enough to be questionable, waitress are required to “card” you and ask for your license to verify your age. The waitress didn’t even bother to ask me for that.
 
When you have more hair in your nostrils, that on your head.

When you remember:-
you needed to pierce a beer can to open it.
The blue bag of salt in the crisp packet.
cops cars were all black, and had bells
Trolley busses.
The yearly testing of the air raid sirens.
Blue police call boxes at every major road junction.
only steam trains.
All young men dressed like their dads.
Proper 4 wheeled baby prams.
Saturday morning pictures for a 1/-... ( 2.5p)
skiffle groups... ( Lonnie Donnigon)
£1 notes.
10/- shilling notes (50p)
X ray machines for your feet in the shoe shops.
3d on the bus to school, for me, about 1.5 miles.
£sd.
carbon paper.
John bull printing sets.
Motor cycles and sidecars.
school caps, and shorts.
playing on the many bomb sites at weekends.
Home made soup.
Bread delivered to the door.
Horse drawn milk floats.
kids in leg callipers....polio.
Rag & bone men exchanging goldfish in bags for old cloths and scrap metal.
paraffin heaters. (Esso blue)
washing cars, cutting grass, cleaning windows, paper rounds, all for pocket money.
making box carts from old timber, and wheels pinched from old toy prams.
personal service over the counter in ALL shops.
LP's for 15/- and 45's for 2/6d.
one channel on a 12 inch TV, all in black and white. 405 lines only.
Rationing.
Beardmore taxis.
Gas street lighting.
Cigarettes and beer, cost pennies.

And in the army:-

8 man rooms, blankets and sheets.
waxing and bumpering the floors for room inspection.
Gaiters.
DMS boots.
That rifle
RL Bedford trucks.
39 pattern webbing'
SR6 respirators
9 mm sterling SMG.
The ACC and decent scoff, with no restrictions. ( One bloody sausage?)
And an army of 182,000.

All the above, from when I was a kid, teenager, callow youth. soldier. now retired.

You, Sir, like nearly all posters on this 'ere Thread, are a Fred Wedlock walt.



 
When they wheel you in to the OR for surgery and you realize you 're older than anyone in the room
 
You all know our draconian drinking age is 21 to be considered legit. When you look young enough to be questionable, waitress are required to “card” you and ask for your license to verify your age. The waitress didn’t even bother to ask me for that.
You must live in a nice area.

The f-kers around where I am in the U.S. always bloody card - and I keep forgetting I am not in Europe anymore, so keep forgetting to take my ID with me, so would get turned away at the door.
 

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You all know our draconian drinking age is 21 to be considered legit. When you look young enough to be questionable, waitress are required to “card” you and ask for your license to verify your age. The waitress didn’t even bother to ask me for that.
A few years back, the ex and I went to Walt's Holiday Camp in Florida. They have a bar/club area for adults that has turnstiles and staff manning them, I got asked for ID and the ex didn't, she was right put out as she's 6 years younger than me :mrgreen:
 

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