KwAcKy's Konfessional |
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Nothing of interest; just mindless links to bikes Birmingham City Football Club and useless junk  
  
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30 January 2004
Bad Hair Day? 
Well, I got my exam out of the way. Feck knows why I have to do these core subjects, I'll never advise a victim of domestic violence on the state funding available. I might go out of my way to point them in the right direction of an arms dealer to sort the problem once and for all, but I'll never talk about statutory charges on recoverable costs. I've been 33 for more than a week now and I think it's fair to say it's no different from 32. You feel old. You're aware that those born when you first started going to pubs are now old enough to vote. My hair is now more grey than not. Each unknown twinge or pain is the initial onset of coronary disease, osteoarthritis or lung cancer and if you forget anything you know you're on your way to Alzheimer Heaven. To make matters worse I feel patronised by anyone younger than me who bleats "you're not old" and if the same words are muttered by anyone older than me, I know it's jealousy talking. Talking of domestic violence, if I come home and once more find my computer being used for dayglo piffle instead of playing games or viewing naked ladies (someone once told me that the internet has more uses. I'm still tittering at that one) then they'll be trouble. Provided I don't have a heart attack or the arthritis seizes my limbs, or I forget where I left the baseball bat. Feck it, I probably just make a cup of tea and mutter to myself for a few hours on the subject of how no-one listens to old folk any more and the erosion of respect in society being the sole reason for the demise of a decent pint of mild. 5s and 3s anyone? Alasdair - I've not heard from you in ages and a recent e-mail was bounced back. Get in touch you old fart, I know you're reading. |
