Autumn has definitely arrived. There are strong winds, my grass is full of leaves and the flowers are looking jaded. When the BBC weatherman mentioned a 'touch of frost' last night you know that the time for checking the central heating clock is upon us.
I guess that's something to do with age. My own medicine would normally be 'put a jumper on' and save a few bob on heating bills, but I'd rather go into a warm bathroom and a warm, dry towel at 6.30 in a morning.
I won't dwell on this today, but waking up to the news that there are allegations of spot betting fixing in the England Vs Pakistan 4th test at Lords leaves a real sour taste in the mouth. Spot betting isn't about the outcome of the match, but about what you do during the game, like when to bowl a no ball, or allow yourself to be bowled out. This may not have an effect on the outcome of the match but hits at the very heart of the integrity of this great game. As I watch the teams come out to play this morning's session, the commentator said that it was a '...gloomy day at Lords, in more ways than one' So true.
I bought a new lens for my camera over the weekend so I need to go and get a new camera bag. I'm taking the opportunity to nip in and use Sunday shopping to get a new bag and have a Chinese lunch at one of these places where you can eat as much as you like for £7. I won't be eating masses because I'm still being careful, but having a variety of food is a real treat.
The 'new' cats are in a playful mood today and are play-fighting each other and for the first time they have both been chasing their own tales which is indeed hilarious and good entertainment. They have been out in the garden, under supervision and Jack has already been to the top of the Norway Maple tree, some 30 feet in the air.
On Friday night, a work colleague who was starting her maternity leave held a 'leaving do' at an Italian restaurant in Beverley and my meal which (in English) was Mediterranean chicken was sublime and not too expensive. The group (I don't know, probably twenty) went to a very nice but noisy pub afterwards and again, I realised that my age stood in the way of having a good time and I left early leaving them to socialise in a very noisy, crowded and hot pub.
Hope you have a great Bank Holiday weekend (in England & Wales), lets hope for warmer weather for this last of Bank Holidays before Christmas.
Chat soon
Ta-ra.
Showing posts with label age. Show all posts
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Sunday, 29 August 2010
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
Fashionista... eat your heart out
I can imagine that different things appeal to different people at different ages. Is that why I've been looking forward to wearing a nice pair of new comfy work shoes? In contrast my son, an avid 'Next' buyer looks forward to new shirts to show off and look trendy in or awaits with keen desire for the delivery of a new pair of jeans that look, when it arrives brand new in the package, as if its been worn by the entire 5th battalion of the Light Dragoons. I've never been fashionable and can't even keep up with new trends in ties.
A magazine article recently espoused that someone my age shouldn't wear jeans or rugby shirts because it simply doesn't suit our age. The weight is coming off but I still don't make a pair of jeans look good. I mean when I have them in my hands fresh out of the wardrobe they look as if they could clothe a family of six!
I think that's the rub. It's about age. Things to be avoided for me are anything styled, because it'll split at the seams; fashionable shoes that only look good on a model and I get blisters, hip t-shirts and the latest NY baseball cap - it just doesn't go with grey hair! I can't even wear tight trousers because they spilt if I bend down. I'd look like an idiot and be conscious of the fact that everyone will look at me and think 'dear, dear, why doesn't he dress for his age.' My wife is open and she usually asks if the clothes combinations she wears look okay for her and she is fine with an honest response although I rarely complain about her choice. Most women I am sure realise that they are being scrutinised by their peers, secretly or otherwise and can dress accordingly. I don't think men of my age give a toss most of the time - its what we think suits us and it's comfortable.
PJ O'Rourke in 1983 gave this advice for women and their choice of clothes, "Don't wear anything that panics the cat."
Perhaps people wear stuff just to be outrageous. I saw a woman the other day walking in the street in the cold and she must have been 50 years old and 18 stones - that's okay, it isn't a crime. However the senses were offended by how she looked - it couldn't be helped. She was showing her midriff and had a white t-shirt with a very short skirt. She must have been at most, 5' 4" and dripping with gold and plastered make up. Frankly, someone should have had the courage to say - 'whoa girl' because she looked awful. But who am I to judge, I hear you say and you are right of course, but we are all judged by certain standards aren't we whether we think we should be or not and consequently, she stood out in a crowd.
We can be old and dress well. We can be fat and dress appropriately and for comfort and still look good. I wore a white shirt to the cinema once and they showed the picture on my back!
Two lawyers are leaving the office. “I can’t wait to get home,” says one of them. “As soon as I walk in the door, I’m going to rip my wife’s panties right off.”
“Lucky you,” the other says. “No, I’m serious,” says the first. “They’re killing me.”
Chat soon
Ta-ra!
A magazine article recently espoused that someone my age shouldn't wear jeans or rugby shirts because it simply doesn't suit our age. The weight is coming off but I still don't make a pair of jeans look good. I mean when I have them in my hands fresh out of the wardrobe they look as if they could clothe a family of six!
I think that's the rub. It's about age. Things to be avoided for me are anything styled, because it'll split at the seams; fashionable shoes that only look good on a model and I get blisters, hip t-shirts and the latest NY baseball cap - it just doesn't go with grey hair! I can't even wear tight trousers because they spilt if I bend down. I'd look like an idiot and be conscious of the fact that everyone will look at me and think 'dear, dear, why doesn't he dress for his age.' My wife is open and she usually asks if the clothes combinations she wears look okay for her and she is fine with an honest response although I rarely complain about her choice. Most women I am sure realise that they are being scrutinised by their peers, secretly or otherwise and can dress accordingly. I don't think men of my age give a toss most of the time - its what we think suits us and it's comfortable.
PJ O'Rourke in 1983 gave this advice for women and their choice of clothes, "Don't wear anything that panics the cat."
Perhaps people wear stuff just to be outrageous. I saw a woman the other day walking in the street in the cold and she must have been 50 years old and 18 stones - that's okay, it isn't a crime. However the senses were offended by how she looked - it couldn't be helped. She was showing her midriff and had a white t-shirt with a very short skirt. She must have been at most, 5' 4" and dripping with gold and plastered make up. Frankly, someone should have had the courage to say - 'whoa girl' because she looked awful. But who am I to judge, I hear you say and you are right of course, but we are all judged by certain standards aren't we whether we think we should be or not and consequently, she stood out in a crowd.
We can be old and dress well. We can be fat and dress appropriately and for comfort and still look good. I wore a white shirt to the cinema once and they showed the picture on my back!
Two lawyers are leaving the office. “I can’t wait to get home,” says one of them. “As soon as I walk in the door, I’m going to rip my wife’s panties right off.”
“Lucky you,” the other says. “No, I’m serious,” says the first. “They’re killing me.”
Chat soon
Ta-ra!
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