Oldies talking

I like that phrase 'organ recital' - must remember it for the next NWR/U3A meeting.

If they were so grand what were they doing on a coach?

Bus passes, of course! I would like to present gracesmum with this very impressive medal for not screaming or inflicting serious injuries on these people. [presents medal emoticon]

Oh I can just imagine it, gracesmum! We all know the type - an especially posh voice is put on when boasting about the progress of grandchildren at school, the enormous house that their son has bought, the high-flying job with vast responsibilities that their daughter has - a bit like Thora Hird when she's calling her husband in from the car he's mending in Last of the Summer Wine.....'Wazlay, Wazlay?'

Not bus passes, it was a trip to the Pre-Raphaelite exhibition at The Tate , mainly, but not exclusivley for my Art History class. (Oo-er, hope nobody recognises themselves!) We were all a bit of a social stereotype if you know Sue Macartney-Snapes' cartoons? (Except me of course!)
But seriously, why do old people go on about their ailments? They seem so proud of all the pills they are on - young people just don't.

FlicketyB That was funny but very right to say "if they were so grand what were they doing on a coach"!!!!

gracesmum It sounds like the stuff found in the "Round Robin" letters people send out with their Christmas cards.

OMG we got one of them yesterday, I am so not jealous of their house in Spain or their children. Why do they need to tell us every year ?

Not too long ago I was sitting in the waiting room at the hospital to be seen and discharged from my specialist when in came a lady all huffing and puffing that she could not find a disabled parking space etc,my DD moved and stood up for her thinking she had mobility problems (she didn't) and the lady plonked herself next to me for the next 45mins I had the gorey details of every operation she had undergone all the places she had visited all over the world,how well her son was doing in his Law Practice by the time I got into see my chap I was frazzled and frought I felt like asking him if I could go into respite for a week,what a boring woman she could certainly clear a waiting room.I told my DD if I ever get like that take me to the vet and get me put down.

gracesmum , I do know those cartoons and I'm sure you are nothing like any of them!

I used to get a Round Robin letter every year from a couple we knew, always boasting about his promotion, the kids' violin grades, the new extension, etc. etc. One year, it was completely different. Husband had been caught out having an inappropriate affair with a young colleague, had lost his job and was 'skulking' at home - his wife's word. I felt sorry for her, but not for him - he was supposed to be one of my husband's best friends, but he propositioned me.
I do occasionally post a 'bragging alert' about one of my grandchildren but hope everybody knows it is 'tongue in cheek'. It is a bit of a counterweight to my sad posts about the three grandchildren I have lost.
I posted a joke about the three Jewish mothers who were talking about their sons, I must look it up.

oh gosh lets hope gracesmum that we dont go on like this!
My special friend #anita and I went on coach trip to Norwich yesteday (very kind lady gave us free tickets) cos we going to Norwich again today for weekdn to see DOMINIC KIRWAN!!YIPPEE.

We just natter away as are so natual with each other, but to be honest do other ladies find it depends on the sort of friendship?
my oldesnt friend who me at 16 when we started work brings out worst in me she is such a bragger!! even her texts brag brag brag!!
sometimes I feel like screaming I dont care about your jag or you hotel upgrades etc etc!!

It is definitely an attempt to prove something, though isn't it? A bit like when people used to ask "What do you do?" = How much do you earn? or "Where do you live?" and heaven help you if you didn't live in the right postal district in London . We used to live in Tooting before it got "gentrified" and I remember being at a frightfully posh drinky-do when a Sloane asked me that question, When I replied Tooting, she wrinkled her little nose and said Oh, where's that? At which her equally Hooray Henry husband said "Oh don't you remember, darling, it's the place we went to that time we got loarst"
It's like animals preening and "showing" and lads or gorillas flexing their muscles to prove who is top banana.
(Still doesn't explain the organ recital however!)