tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516833.post97192753665628447..comments2023-08-05T14:46:05.619+01:00Comments on What a Cnut.: It was back in the days...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18013780319045597538noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516833.post-38706031684200695082007-02-17T16:43:00.000+00:002007-02-17T16:43:00.000+00:00Hello all, Thanks for the comments. It truly is a ...Hello all,<BR/> Thanks for the comments. It truly is a joy to know that someone is reading this shit...<BR/><BR/>Graham and Wreckless,<BR/> Oh the times they are a-changin as good old Mr Zimmerman once croaked.<BR/><BR/>Mammy,<BR/> You should never worry.<BR/><BR/>Steve-o,<BR/> I don't think my thinking has changed, if anything my belief is still that anything is possible if you believe it hard enough. My problem is that I do not believe in myself. So it goes.<BR/><BR/>I don't think I'll ever come to terms with ageing. Who in their right minds would want to do something as silly as that?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18013780319045597538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516833.post-29237887406331707032007-02-17T12:24:00.000+00:002007-02-17T12:24:00.000+00:00Aunty P...I don't think you need to worry...he's m...Aunty P...I don't think you need to worry...he's maybe just coming to terms with ageing... :-)Divemaster GranDadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15069805528772830844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516833.post-74096885420204870652007-02-17T12:22:00.000+00:002007-02-17T12:22:00.000+00:00" Those were the days when anything was possible p..." Those were the days when anything was possible purely because we thought it was. "<BR/><BR/>Does that mean your thinking has changed? I don't think it should, just cos we put on a bit of a beer gut, wear glasses cos our eyes are failing, wear casual shoes to work instead of trainers, and any other number of things you can think of that have changed over the ageing years, why does it have to mean that we can't do whatever we think we can? The day we do that, is the day we die inside...Divemaster GranDadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15069805528772830844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516833.post-57831477151523276902007-02-16T09:55:00.000+00:002007-02-16T09:55:00.000+00:00As you Momma, shoud I worry.....As you Momma, shoud I worry.....Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516833.post-4812313367577838602007-02-16T06:56:00.000+00:002007-02-16T06:56:00.000+00:00I have to concur.... where the fuck have all the g...I have to concur.... where the fuck have all the good times gone. But that's just what they were - good times, and things change - needs change.<BR/><BR/>As for you, Mr. Ross, there's the start of a book in this last blog of yours. Lots of info, leads... expand on some of those things you did / didn't do.<BR/><BR/>Salagatle!Wreckless Euroafricanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03034605040155770709noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8516833.post-15265811120258510782007-02-15T23:45:00.000+00:002007-02-15T23:45:00.000+00:00Nostalga no what it used to be is it?.Our mob was ...Nostalga no what it used to be is it?.Our mob was like yours only it was two wheels rather than four.Drugs aplenty,music sex not always in that order then bang it's 25 years later two kids a mortgage in a job you hate for the pension,and you look at this old cunt in the mirror and realise it's you and wonder where the fuck it all went..Gods funny planAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com