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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Honesty and integrity
My parents don't get on with my Grandad. My gran remarried and they think he's an ignorant, shallow character who they didn't want their children picking up habits from. He used to sell dodgy secondhand cars, pirate videos ("it's yer trackin' love") and still is pretty shady.
But as his oldest Grandson I see a side of him that they never see. I'll always remember when I was about seven, going for a walk to the nearby shop with him and him pointing out some cock in a tarted-up capri with the top down. That Jewish wisdom twinkled in his eye and he said to me,
"That's what's important in life, Georgey-boy"
me: "What, Granded?"
"Looks." he said with a pause, as if delivering some sort of epic dogma
"Looks....and money".
No idea how deep this went in but I'm a pretty mangy fellow scraping to keep above water in rip-off London, so no fear just yet.
( , Fri 20 Jun 2008, 16:43, Reply)
My parents don't get on with my Grandad. My gran remarried and they think he's an ignorant, shallow character who they didn't want their children picking up habits from. He used to sell dodgy secondhand cars, pirate videos ("it's yer trackin' love") and still is pretty shady.
But as his oldest Grandson I see a side of him that they never see. I'll always remember when I was about seven, going for a walk to the nearby shop with him and him pointing out some cock in a tarted-up capri with the top down. That Jewish wisdom twinkled in his eye and he said to me,
"That's what's important in life, Georgey-boy"
me: "What, Granded?"
"Looks." he said with a pause, as if delivering some sort of epic dogma
"Looks....and money".
No idea how deep this went in but I'm a pretty mangy fellow scraping to keep above water in rip-off London, so no fear just yet.
( , Fri 20 Jun 2008, 16:43, Reply)
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