My DH says he agrees wholeheartedly with number 11.
I’m finished my festival poncho
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SubscribeAuthor, journalist and professor of Modern English Literature, John Sutherland, gives us a comprehensive list of the things that really get his goat - from 5p coins to Canadian pharmacists (yes, really). What makes you see red?
You should, Dylan Thomas told his dying father, 'rage' against the end. Time enough for resting in peace when you're resting in peace. The Welsh bard, alas, never made it to 40 (raging all the way, like a bull confronted with the gelding shears). No going gentle for young Dylan.
Below are fifteen things that enrage (b. 1938) me.
1. The Oldie. For some reason they send me two unsolicited copies monthly. I toss both without taking them out of their plastic sheaths. I don't need a pneumatic bath pillow, a stair lift, or - least of all - a bloody Barbour jacket.
2. Politicians like Nick Clegg who blandly inform me that I'm a millionaire, apparently, and shouldn't have a 'freedom pass'. I often complain about it to Alan Sugar, who rides the same 27 bus with me. I don't think. Beware the grey vote, Nick. It's coming for you.
3. People who bump into me on the pavement and look at me as if they're surprised I'm (still) there. I know why, of course. The young ladies don't see me as a prospect, the young men don't see me as a threat and the middle aged many are in work (or looking for it) and must bustle. Sharp elbows, as Thomas Carlyle said. I'm invisible.
4. Actors on TV who mumble. Newscasters I applaud for their clear diction. At parties I think all guests should either have subtitles or volume knobs.
People who bump into me on the pavement and look at me as if they're surprised I'm (still) there.
5. Every young stripe (with the exception of young Scandinavians, oddly) who won't surrender their 'elderly' privilege seat on the London tube.
6. The Canadian pharmacists who send me emails boasting of how cheap their Viagra/Cialis tablets are.
7. Bus drivers who, as soon as I get on, start lurching their bus around like cops on a high speed chase.
8. Tamara Ecclestone (viz)
9. Cardboard milk, fruit juice and soup cartons that need nimbler thumbs than mine (at any period of my life) to open. And those unopenable plastic bags in supermarkets.
10. The London A-Z which has, mysteriously, shrunk its print to a point-size that only nano-technology could handle, although, I confess, it could be something to do with my eyes.
11. The prostate gland.
12. The gremlin in my house (I recognised him in Paranormal Activity) who thinks it’s funny to hide my glasses and the TV remote control. Mr G. sometimes lurks in the washing machine and eats one (just one) of my socks.
13. 5p coins. I'm constantly having to bend down and pick the little sods up. Oddly enough, I used to love tanners - remembering, of course, long ago pocket money ("I've got sixpence, jolly little sixpence….").
14. Whoever it was who decided to decimalise our beautiful English coinage.
15. Anyone who thinks 'silver surfer' is a smart thing to say.
I could go on, and I hope I do for another twenty years at least. But, the fact is, I've had a hugely lucky life - living, so far, longer than my parents and grandparents in conditions that they, poor working class folk, would have regarded as unimaginable luxury and privilege. The greatest privilege of all, of course, the education they (quite as clever, or cleverer, than me) were denied and which their sacrifices (especially those of my mother) gave me. In memoriam matris, un-ragefully.
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My DH says he agrees wholeheartedly with number 11.
And some of us are taking up jobs that could be given to younger people, so we are increasing the jobless figures.
If we stopped doing that, tho, we might need to become benefit scroungers.
Maybe we should do everyone a favour and just top ourselves (joke).
Being told the financial crisis is all our fault, infuriates me. Oh and we are also responsible for the crisis in the health service.
Eloethan -
Only 15 - he's not trying hard enough!
Bridge..... the OG tells me it is the Bridge Clubs busiest time of the year consequntly he is out every night (including this w/end) until the end of the month.... all I want is some sun on these old bones but going away is out of the question unless someone has a magic wand!
PS. and perhaps you should read the "Oldie" if you did you would not only find some extremely interesting articles (especially since they have a new editor) but also realise they don't sell barbour jackets. However, if you fancied a massage by a discerning lady who operates from Maida Vale then you're in luck.
Don't throw them in the bin, donate them to your Dr's surgery so at least some of the patients would enjoy reading them.
I think he was being ironic, tigger!
And I dislike "name droppers". Who would want to ride the 27 bus with Alan Sugar?
When you meet people in the west country they say 'All right'? when often I may not be all right.
Hi inishowen,
I think the waiter may have been winding you up.
It happened to me in my late forties with bus drivers asking if I had a bus pass? and did we qualify for an OAP deal in a restaurant.
When I look at old photos I didn't look anything like 60 something and neither died my DH.
I love being an OAP now. I flaunt my bus pass and demand that my gas and electricity meters are read because I can't get at them easily.
What's a rosette box, Galen?
I have memories of a judge at a gymkhana choosing the appropriate colour to pin on a bridle
Problems with handling pills? Ask your chemist to dispense them in a rosette box!
Thank ee kindly for the offer Nonu but I think my feeling was that you and soon are very alike in many ways and see eye to eye on so many things. Anyway, three's a crowd
Oh, we used to like those.
And these days I think I look like one
I did think about it, rose but once squatted she looked a bit like one of those weebles that wobble but don't fall down.
merlotgran - a very gentle push and you could have overbalanced her completely!
No problem Nonu!
I have never received a copy of The Oldie either, although I did once submit an article which was rejected!
However I do agree with quite a few of his points, and I rather like his style!
SOUTRA, would you like to be a KINDRED SPIRIT ALSO, you are more than welcome , I am sure SOON would have no objections.
It annoys me when people criticise "The Oldie" without ever reading it. It's a great magazine. Don't be put off by the title. If John Sutherland doesn't want his free copies why not email the Oldie saying so. Or at least donate them to his doctor's or dentist's waiting room and give patients something decent to read for a change.
You two do seem to be kindred spirits.
I dont do grumpy either Nonu.
I either accept things or try and stop/solve them.
I dont see the point of the middle ground of complaining/being grumpy.
Hosepipes ......... that you unravel from their giant spool and after fighting to attach it to the outside tap, you lug it to the bottom of the garden only to find there's a kink somewhere and only a dribble comes out. So you retrace your steps, straighten it out only to find the hose pipe now in full flow, spinning round and round so you get drenched as you try to recapture it.
I was exceedingly grumpy yesterday in WH Smiths when a young woman with a large back-pack barged past me then stopped suddenly to look at a magazine on a bottom shelf. As she squatted down her back-pack filled the narrow aisle and nearly sent me sprawling.
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