It kinda dates the photo, doesn't it, Betty? I only had a brown leather jacket so Sonia (Steve's missus) lent me hers, which was of course too small, hence the silly "jacket over the shoulder" look. God, I wish I were that young again.
And I LOVE the side about the jacket being too small and hence, wearing it over the shoulder. You look very dashing.
I was just thinking the same thing as you, dear friend. I lay in bed this morning thinking how HARD it is to get up these days and thinking back on those days when I was in my twenties and could stay out until 3 a.m. and then get up at 6 and fly into work. Long gone, those days....
Hee hee, Maria. I DID try to put Sonia's jacket on but the sleeves came almost up to my elbows. Dashing and munchable, eh? I think I'll put that on my resumé.
I don't have a problem getting up these days, what with my body clock set to leap out of bed at 4:40AM every day. I DO have a problem staying awake after nine in the evening, which makes me scintillating company on a night out (I start yawning around 8:30). But the worst thing about being on a collision course with my fiftieth birthday is that I no longer bounce when I fall downstairs. I swear a bit and go to get up and my body says "No fucking way, matey! You're staying down here for the next ten minutes, groaning like Grandpa Simpson! Then you'll hick around for days". Getting older sucks huge and hairy arse.
Hi, Robyn. Yup. Mothers … They're uncontrollable. Mum and her Mad Bints have even been known to use emoticons, though not while I'm in the room. They're worse than bloody teenagers.
That's just my luck. I have a beard for decades and no woman will look at me. I shave it off and everybody says "I liked your beard". Women should come with big neon signs that say what they are really thinking, because most men don't have a clue. Sigh …
Do I sense an "I need a girlfriend" post coming on? Oooh how exciting! I liked this song coupled with the photo. I could just almost picture you guys performing it while I gnawed on a nice big chunk-o-cheese. I love it when your mom pops in and says "Ignore the woman behind the curtain" types of things. Heeheehee is right. :D My mom never comments on my blog either but she has not been banned from it as I keep it in the Disney rating scale for the most part.
I'll be catching up on these posts when my new router arrives. Goodwood festival of Speed highlights are on telly tonight, one of the ITV channels I think.
Hi,Shan! An "I need a girlfriend" post? My entire LIFE is one big "I need a girlfriend" post. Sigh … I could never stick to PG13 on the blog; I have no self control. Usually mum just phones up and bawls me out for swearing. Hee hee. Mothers, eh?
Yow, Monsieur! I can't remember the last time I had an igneous intrusion. Happy days … Sigh.
Hi, Istvanski! You're getting a new router? I've got one in the garage, though somehow I don't think you're talking woodworking tools here. I'd love to watch Goodwood on the telly but I only have four terrestrial channels and I get a crap picture on those. Enjoy it for me.
Nice knocker! Oh and the song rocks and you are just too cute in those huge glasses. FYI this song is the perfect accompaniment to women's beach volleyball on the Olympics tonight. I'm taking tomorrow off so I'll try to stay up late tonight and see which sports your other songs go well with. (Oops sorry, I ended with a preposition.)
Mum's not a fan of sweary rants, Lynn. She's good at them herself, but she's not a fan of mine (OW! Muuuuum!).
Neetzy: Yup … I'm old, beardy and dull.
Nice knocker joke, Katie! Hee hee. I've missed most of the Olympics so no beach volleyball for me … wrong side of the planet; when I get home from work they are all asleep. Enjoy your day off. Spend it watching the Olympics rather than checking my posts for glaring grammatical errors (of which there are many).
Welcome, Marie! I'm way too old to rock, though I'll admit to swaying and occasionally bumping into things. Hey, Katie's visiting France soon. Are you two guys going to be meeting up?
I can't believe I missed Thursday! Oh, I know why - I was having the carpets cleaned and had a visit from my sister and, and, and so on.
I just wish I'd been there when that photo was taken. I'm a bit of a groupie, I think. I really go for lead guitarists wearing too small leather clothes. LOL.
"Igneous Intrusion"??? My husband is having wicked thoughts, I can tell. A wife can always tell.
Monsieur's thoughts usually chime in pretty well with my own, Mme. Hee hee. And the jacket is the only "too small leather" garment I wear! Honest!!! XX
HWDB had a beard for years and shaved it off one holiday (leaving the moustache). When he went back to work everyone kept saying how different he looked but couldn't work out why until one bright spark finally worked it out at 5:00 pm - "Geez mate i know what's different - you've grown a moustache!!!"
Hee hee hee, Jules. When I shaved off my goatee and cut my hair nobody noticed. And yet the girls at work get all snotty if I don't notice they've done their hair differently. Sheesh!
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I know I am not supposed to be here!! but OMG that brought a few memories back..thank you.
Hee hee hee hee hee!
Nice black shirt/skinny tie combo. That look has come back in, you know. Or is it on it's way out again? I'm not quite sure.
It kinda dates the photo, doesn't it, Betty?
I only had a brown leather jacket so Sonia (Steve's missus) lent me hers, which was of course too small, hence the silly "jacket over the shoulder" look.
God, I wish I were that young again.
cool, sugar! ;-) xoxox
(and no, i'm not going to spill the bridezilla story online!!!)
A mixture of "hee hee" and "Awwwww", Savannah.
xoxox
We are wild about you too Dive! Wonderful as always and you did look fetching. xxoo
More "retching" than "fetching" methinks, Prudence, but thank you anyway.
xoxo
My god, you look good enough to munch on.
And I LOVE the side about the jacket being too small and hence, wearing it over the shoulder. You look very dashing.
I was just thinking the same thing as you, dear friend. I lay in bed this morning thinking how HARD it is to get up these days and thinking back on those days when I was in my twenties and could stay out until 3 a.m. and then get up at 6 and fly into work. Long gone, those days....
Hee hee, Maria. I DID try to put Sonia's jacket on but the sleeves came almost up to my elbows. Dashing and munchable, eh? I think I'll put that on my resumé.
I don't have a problem getting up these days, what with my body clock set to leap out of bed at 4:40AM every day. I DO have a problem staying awake after nine in the evening, which makes me scintillating company on a night out (I start yawning around 8:30).
But the worst thing about being on a collision course with my fiftieth birthday is that I no longer bounce when I fall downstairs. I swear a bit and go to get up and my body says "No fucking way, matey! You're staying down here for the next ten minutes, groaning like Grandpa Simpson! Then you'll hick around for days".
Getting older sucks huge and hairy arse.
OMG, Alifan used abbreviations!
You were such a young pup, Dive! and with such a nice beard. And again, Prudence has beat me to saying that we are all wild about you.
Hi, Robyn. Yup. Mothers … They're uncontrollable. Mum and her Mad Bints have even been known to use emoticons, though not while I'm in the room. They're worse than bloody teenagers.
That's just my luck. I have a beard for decades and no woman will look at me. I shave it off and everybody says "I liked your beard". Women should come with big neon signs that say what they are really thinking, because most men don't have a clue.
Sigh …
Nothing sedimentary or metamorphic about that little number, old son.
It's truly Igneous. Merci.
"Never having a clue",- well, the world still goes round, and we're having a ball, thanks to you, cobber !!
I thought it was a pile of schist, Monsieur.
And I am a world expert on not having a clue.
Do I sense an "I need a girlfriend" post coming on? Oooh how exciting! I liked this song coupled with the photo. I could just almost picture you guys performing it while I gnawed on a nice big chunk-o-cheese.
I love it when your mom pops in and says "Ignore the woman behind the curtain" types of things. Heeheehee is right. :D
My mom never comments on my blog either but she has not been banned from it as I keep it in the Disney rating scale for the most part.
Well; a metamorphic schist, can never beat an igneous intrusion, - any day !
I'll be catching up on these posts when my new router arrives. Goodwood festival of Speed highlights are on telly tonight, one of the ITV channels I think.
Hi,Shan! An "I need a girlfriend" post? My entire LIFE is one big "I need a girlfriend" post.
Sigh …
I could never stick to PG13 on the blog; I have no self control.
Usually mum just phones up and bawls me out for swearing. Hee hee. Mothers, eh?
Yow, Monsieur! I can't remember the last time I had an igneous intrusion.
Happy days … Sigh.
Hi, Istvanski! You're getting a new router? I've got one in the garage, though somehow I don't think you're talking woodworking tools here.
I'd love to watch Goodwood on the telly but I only have four terrestrial channels and I get a crap picture on those. Enjoy it for me.
Mmmm handsome, Dive. Really! Why isn't 'Mum' supposed to be here? Good to see you, 'Mum'.
Dive,
You've got that Clapton thing going on...guitar and looks! Hot! Hot! Hot!
Nice knocker! Oh and the song rocks and you are just too cute in those huge glasses. FYI this song is the perfect accompaniment to women's beach volleyball on the Olympics tonight. I'm taking tomorrow off so I'll try to stay up late tonight and see which sports your other songs go well with. (Oops sorry, I ended with a preposition.)
Mum's not a fan of sweary rants, Lynn. She's good at them herself, but she's not a fan of mine (OW! Muuuuum!).
Neetzy: Yup … I'm old, beardy and dull.
Nice knocker joke, Katie! Hee hee. I've missed most of the Olympics so no beach volleyball for me … wrong side of the planet; when I get home from work they are all asleep. Enjoy your day off. Spend it watching the Olympics rather than checking my posts for glaring grammatical errors (of which there are many).
This is sooooo groovy:) Your comments always have me rolling at Katie's! You rock!
Welcome, Marie!
I'm way too old to rock, though I'll admit to swaying and occasionally bumping into things.
Hey, Katie's visiting France soon. Are you two guys going to be meeting up?
I can't believe I missed Thursday! Oh, I know why - I was having the carpets cleaned and had a visit from my sister and, and, and so on.
I just wish I'd been there when that photo was taken. I'm a bit of a groupie, I think. I really go for lead guitarists wearing too small leather clothes. LOL.
"Igneous Intrusion"??? My husband is having wicked thoughts, I can tell. A wife can always tell.
Monsieur's thoughts usually chime in pretty well with my own, Mme. Hee hee.
And the jacket is the only "too small leather" garment I wear! Honest!!!
XX
HWDB had a beard for years and shaved it off one holiday (leaving the moustache). When he went back to work everyone kept saying how different he looked but couldn't work out why until one bright spark finally worked it out at 5:00 pm - "Geez mate i know what's different - you've grown a moustache!!!"
See well e looked and day. He
Hee hee hee, Jules.
When I shaved off my goatee and cut my hair nobody noticed. And yet the girls at work get all snotty if I don't notice they've done their hair differently.
Sheesh!
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