Getting older

I just read thread for the first time now; the joys of snow !
Life is a great equaliser and death is very fair.
I have the happy knowledge that I started with nothing and still have most of it left.
I put my relative good health so far to porridge, brown bread, bananas, roasted flax seed and proper master blend Barry's Tea as a foundation for all the shite I eat otherwise.
I shall be sixty this year and have been to busy enjoying life to build any empire.
Canada, Greenland and the Panama Canal are safe from me, for now at least.
Maybe when I get my second wind....
 
There is a point in your life - the getting older bit - where you have enough money to protect yourself and your family from the “what’s the worst that could happen” moments. That’s when you can allow yourself to disengage from politics a bit, too. And stop being so angry about it all.
Never thought I'd be like this though. Always angry about the latest bit of tory cruelty. Now I realise it doesn't matter how much I whinge plus ca change as the French say. Who knew you could be this chilled in your older years.
 
I'm fairly similar.

I was a utopian lefty as a young man, but I've come to accept that the majority of those who vote in this country are conservative at heart, if they don't have wealth, they aspire to it and being in a position to benefit more from low taxes than from good public services, and they really don't care in any meaningful sense about the well being of anyone outside their own family.

The Tories have sadly been in power most of my adult life, the only prolonged Labour spell was under moderate leaders and the only two you could call socialists (Foot and Corbyn) got annihilated.

And now the world is in a grip of a populist far right frenzy with the UK a temporary centre left outlier which may not be the case after 2029.

Ceasing to care is the only option if one wishes to enjoy the rest of one's days.
 
Never thought I'd be like this though. Always angry about the latest bit of tory cruelty. Now I realise it doesn't matter how much I whinge plus ca change as the French say. Who knew you could be this chilled in your older years.
Weird, isn’t it? I can still get angry with the bastards, but it’s a lot less vitriolic and less frequent too. Maybe nothing matters as much as it used, once you pass 60.
 
Anyone on here ever gone bald?

I'm seriously considering a hair transplant.

I've got loads on the sides, just nothing on top.

I hear Turkey is the go to place to get some action.
 
I'm fairly similar.

I was a utopian lefty as a young man, but I've come to accept that the majority of those who vote in this country are conservative at heart, if they don't have wealth, they aspire to it and being in a position to benefit more from low taxes than from good public services, and they really don't care in any meaningful sense about the well being of anyone outside their own family.

The Tories have sadly been in power most of my adult life, the only prolonged Labour spell was under moderate leaders and the only two you could call socialists (Foot and Corbyn) got annihilated.

And now the world is in a grip of a populist far right frenzy with the UK a temporary centre left outlier which may not be the case after 2029.

Ceasing to care is the only option if one wishes to enjoy the rest of one's days.

Could have written exactly the same thing. Couldn't agree more. Only thing I would add is that, for whatever reason,folk are way more selfish than they used to be. Still loads of decent folk around but a lot more selfish barstewards around now. IMHO.
 
Weird, isn’t it? I can still get angry with the bastards, but it’s a lot less vitriolic and less frequent too. Maybe nothing matters as much as it used, once you pass 60.
I do occasionally get annoyed but quickly realise it's futile to expend energy of these waste of spaces. Far better to channel my enegy into something that's positive. The wildfires in la show shit happens to everybody and you never know what's round the corner. My best mate rages still about the response to the new Orleans floods and how it took 11 days for meaningful action to happen.
You can let it chew you up or live with it.
 
It absolutely does.

And as I often say she shifted what defines centrist politics.

Harold Wilson and Dennis Healey were considered moderates in their day, but look at the taxation regime back then and any Tory today would label them "Marxists," "Commies," you name it.

Thatcher's impact was so huge that in 13 years in power neither Blair nor Brown tangibly reversed anything she did and of course we've had 14 more years of Tory rule since and now a Labour government who only got in because of a perfect storm of the worst Tory government ever, suffering an undermining populist challenge from Reform and a Labour Party which, to be sure of winning, abandoned most of its historic principles with a manifesto that leaves them with their hands tied.

I'm sounding like a broken record - again! - but, if you're centre left under the old 1970s definition and now turned 60, you absolutely have to stop caring if you want to be happy - there is no other way.
 
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Anyone on here ever gone bald?

I'm seriously considering a hair transplant.

I've got loads on the sides, just nothing on top.

I hear Turkey is the go to place to get some action.
Well, if you get a transplant, don’t use the one that Mo Salah went to lol.

On the subject of baldness, I do wonder at the guys who chose to wear a hat 24/7, indoors and out to cover it up. I often think: you’re not fooling anyone, mate. You’re bald, just embrace it; we all know and the hat makes you seem desperate.

I’ve been grey for a long time and think the same about hair dye. Just for men? Not For Me.
 
Played five a sides earlier. 0 degrees but no wind. With no wind chillled factor so not too bad. One thing I've noticed as I get close to retirement is how the aches and pains increase when it's around freezing. Never used to bother me but can feel it now. 12 degrees next week. Bizarre weather and happy playing when it's a wee bit milder.

I've reached the age where my bones let me know if there's a storm a brewin'.
 
Anyone on here ever gone bald?

I'm seriously considering a hair transplant.

I've got loads on the sides, just nothing on top.

I hear Turkey is the go to place to get some action.
I am fairly bald, and therefore shave my head regularly. I wish the whole lot would fall out.

So shave your head and embrace the baldness!
 
Never thought I'd be like this though. Always angry about the latest bit of tory cruelty. Now I realise it doesn't matter how much I whinge plus ca change as the French say. Who knew you could be this chilled in your older years.
That’s where I’m trying to be. I think Trump becoming president again was the final straw for me. I thought I’d seen the back of Trump and Farage and I can’t cope with seeing and hearing both of them every time I turn the tv on. I even stopped listening to The Rest is Politics but did listen to a couple of recent ones yesterday. I feel as though I’ve wasted years of my life campaigning and being angry about everything.
 
Anyone on here ever gone bald?

I'm seriously considering a hair transplant.

I've got loads on the sides, just nothing on top.

I hear Turkey is the go to place to get some action.

I started to receed at 23 and just shaved the lot and haven't looked back since. The nightmare of coming out the hairdressers with an itchy back after funnily enough being told my hair was that thick I'd never go bald repeatedly are long gone.

However there is a draw back to having no hair. First impressions are all important and people tend to be very judgemental towards English bald blokes epsecially if accompanying it with a stylish Dad bod. It seems with a loss of hair also goes the loss of your individuality I can honestly see a day where the Indians and the Pakistanis say the trouble with these bald English white blokes is they all bloody look the same.

The bald and dad bod combo must surely be accompanied by a union jack short wearing, beer swilling, Tommy Robinson supporting, full breakfast and mixed grill munching football obsessed, illiterate thug of a man.

Usually it doesn't take that long of an exchange with someone to turn people around. I sometimes enjoy watching the expressions on people's faces as the bomb drops. A Spanish waiter was a classic example when I ordered a Coconut smoothie instead of a beer, he asked me if I was going to watch the football down the road I said I wasn't interested a few more exchanges after and by the end of lunch he was sat on my lap, rubbing my head as he'd jumped to the next logical conclusion that I was gay, even though I was having lunch with the Mrs who did me no favours by egging him on and grabbing as many photos as she could.
 
Lol Danny, I read that to my mum she in hysterics.

She says in the olden days they called them skinheads and there was a political party everyone joined.
 
I started to receed at 23 and just shaved the lot and haven't looked back since. The nightmare of coming out the hairdressers with an itchy back after funnily enough being told my hair was that thick I'd never go bald repeatedly are long gone.

However there is a draw back to having no hair. First impressions are all important and people tend to be very judgemental towards English bald blokes epsecially if accompanying it with a stylish Dad bod. It seems with a loss of hair also goes the loss of your individuality I can honestly see a day where the Indians and the Pakistanis say the trouble with these bald English white blokes is they all bloody look the same.

The bald and dad bod combo must surely be accompanied by a union jack short wearing, beer swilling, Tommy Robinson supporting, full breakfast and mixed grill munching football obsessed, illiterate thug of a man.

Usually it doesn't take that long of an exchange with someone to turn people around. I sometimes enjoy watching the expressions on people's faces as the bomb drops. A Spanish waiter was a classic example when I ordered a Coconut smoothie instead of a beer, he asked me if I was going to watch the football down the road I said I wasn't interested a few more exchanges after and by the end of lunch he was sat on my lap, rubbing my head as he'd jumped to the next logical conclusion that I was gay, even though I was having lunch with the Mrs who did me no favours by egging him on and grabbing as many photos as she could.
Yaxley-Lennon
 
Lol Danny, I read that to my mum she in hysterics.

She says in the olden days they called them skinheads and there was a political party everyone joined.

Tbh Marb I'm not gifted with much in life but I seem to have ability to make people smile and laugh even if most of the time it is at my own expense. If I can get the Mrs to dig the photos out of me and the waiter so you can show your Mon I'll try and post one up or at least send it you as the pics are funnier than the story.
 
Takes a bit of intelligence to make people laugh these days, Danny.

A lot of people seem to only find their own jokes funny.
 
Yaxley Lennon sounds like a name that belongs to an intellectual or a poet or even a great racehorse. Tommy Robinson suits him fine.
True but I don't feel I want to participate in his self-rebranding;

"The Tommy Robinson from whom Yaxley took his name was a prominent member of the Luton Town MIGs, a football hooligan crew which follows Luton Town."
 
I don't have an issue with him calling himself Tommy Robinson, he can call himself whatever he likes, the centre left on social media obsess about tiny-minded trivial things that don't actually matter just as badly as the centre right do, his chosen name is easily the least offensive thing about him.

It's everything he stands for that I don't like.
 
I don't care about him one way or another.

I probably have a different view of people who have done bad things because I've done a fair few myself and have mixed with some utter animals. Reasons behind it I won't bore you with but there are reasons for how most people are in life. But at one time I was a complete can't ! Now I hope I'm less so and I try to do a bit of good. I also had my life saved once by the most horrific man ive ever met he was pure evil he'd beat woman, child and dog a like and had spent the majority of his life in jail but circumstances dicated that whatever else he'd done he saved my life. Do I like him no, could I ever no but it still plays on my mind especially when so called good men were pure spectators.
 
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