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My age is the same as the area number of Groom Lake (I always like to make people think/research a bit for information) Steve |
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I'm not far behind, being the same age at which Ringo Starr's first wife Maureen died of leukaemia. |
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I'm a few hours older than the average BritMovie forum age as we are on different time here in Oz.
We greet each day before you lot. I'm actually Ricky Pontings batting average multipled by the number of goals Michael Owen scored last season then minus the number of virgins currently living in Chelsea then divided by the total number of Beatle's number one hits. Otherwise you could divide the number of DVD's owned by DB7 by the number of photo's Smudge has taken then add the number of Steve Crook's favourite Powell & Hamburger films,minus the retirement age of Jim then multiply by the number of girlfriend's Freddy has had. That's correct - I'm still 21. Dave. |
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To slightly alter the title of a tune by Ralph Vaughn Williams I will be 43 Come Sunday (next Sunday,not today)
Ta Ta Marky B
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If I went past an Age camera in a built up zone I would get 4points on my licence though sadly not a ban on ageing.
I can only hope though that as I do mature I will begin to resemble in every way Mr. S. Potter or Colonel Pickering. Freddy
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I'm as old as the Hills. That's Mr and Mrs Hill of 23 Youthful Approach, Bournemouth. Born in 1961 I stopped celebrating birthdays at 38, and luckily my own hair and real teeth backup my lies, but whenever I decide to trip the light fantastic at the local nightclub, or dance hall as we used to call them, as soon as I get to the entrance the bouncers let me in free thinking I'm there to pick up my daughter!
I'd like to think I could pick up someone else's daughter, but alas, I get the divorced ageing tobacco leaf fake tanned mob making a beeline for me, with so much bleach in their hair you could use their heads to sterilise your toilet bowl, cellulite visible through their black tights and stretch marks on their lips, the wrinkled eyes heavy with blue eye shadow and the darkness of desperation! It may have been sexy for a woman to blow smoke into a bloke's face if you were a 1940s Lauren Bacall, but in 2005 it isn't. Especially if it's a badly rolled Old Holborn roll up and the plume of smoke is reinforced with bits of soggy saliva soaked tobacco strands hitting you in the face, followed by the smoker coughing her lungs out into her Bacardi and Coke! As I prop up the trendy bar, sticky with the spills of alcopop, tobacco garnished saliva, and lung tissue and filthy with overflowing ashtrays, with my half a Guiness ("D'you want ice and a slice with that?") at three quid a time which tastes like autopsy stomach contents, I stand there with an expression of total bewilderment at the sight of so many tattoed young females with naked white beer guts hanging down like market traders' coin bags! Overflowing the elasticated waistbands of their greasy British Rail blue tracksuit bottoms, and with so many piercings and studs in their flesh they look like victims of an air rifle firing squad! They move around the dance floor with all the grace of a herd of hippos jostling for position in the smallest watering hole in Africa, their McDonalds fed fat heads looking like a child's drawing of a face on a over inflated white balloon . So I pick up my white jacket, tuck my medallion in and do up the buttons on my red silk shirt with the floppy collar, retrieve my car keys from one of the the turn-ups on my Oxford Bags trousers with the skinny white belt and make my way hastily to the car park where my red Capri with the Starsky and Hutch white stripe down each side is eagerly waiting! So getting older makes me opt for the local pub quiz instead, or stay in to watch a rerun of Grumpy Old Men!
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My D-O-B is in my profile for all to see, as is my picture in my Avatar (complete with original silver bits !)
I'll start to worry about it all when I stretch in the morning and find wood on both sides ! SMUDGE
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