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This should lighten the mood and make us forget about relegation woes. I’ve always had the age of 75 as a good target to aim for. And that any years beyond that would be a bonus. But I’m 52 now and 75 seems too close for comfort. So have revised target up to 80. Dad went early at 66 but mum is solid and healthy still, and her mum lasted until 92 so hopefully got those genes.
Do you ever think about how long you’ve got left? on 09:43 - Feb 7 by The_Major
Interesting fact alert:
If you look at the back wall of the old Odeon/Bingo hall in Lloyds Avenue (so it's the greybrick one you'd see next to Debenhams) - you'll see a single white brick.
Apparently that marks the spot when some poor bricklayer fell from and died when it was being built 90 odd years ago.
That’s the building opposite the monkeys innit
There’s a lot of as my mate would call them King Dicks in that flank.
I am now 59 and the play off final seems like yesterday, but I am unlikely to live that length of time again. In fact, I often think of recent times gone by, add those years to my current age and see how old I would be - often I declare to myself I will be dead.
It's all a bit weird.
Another problem is that I look at people and think they are older than me whereas in reality they are much younger. I suppose in my mind I imagine myself to be in my mid thirties.
I was about 18 when they finished The Orwell Bridge but I will never see a Northern Bypass, in fact, I will probably never see many road and rail projects in the planning system.
There are good old friends I always expected to see again but I probably won't.
Worst of all I have a decent business that my kids don't want and it's so blooming difficult and complicated that it would be very hard to sell. I have no exit plan!
It's all a bit bloody depressing really.
I need a drink.
I wonder if I will ever take my grandkids to Snoasis?
“Hello, I'm your MP. Actually I'm not. I'm your candidate. Gosh.”
Boris Johnson canvassing in Henley, 2005.
Do you ever think about how long you’ve got left? on 09:16 - Feb 9 by Lord_Lucan
Very much so of late.
I am now 59 and the play off final seems like yesterday, but I am unlikely to live that length of time again. In fact, I often think of recent times gone by, add those years to my current age and see how old I would be - often I declare to myself I will be dead.
It's all a bit weird.
Another problem is that I look at people and think they are older than me whereas in reality they are much younger. I suppose in my mind I imagine myself to be in my mid thirties.
I was about 18 when they finished The Orwell Bridge but I will never see a Northern Bypass, in fact, I will probably never see many road and rail projects in the planning system.
There are good old friends I always expected to see again but I probably won't.
Worst of all I have a decent business that my kids don't want and it's so blooming difficult and complicated that it would be very hard to sell. I have no exit plan!
It's all a bit bloody depressing really.
I need a drink.
I wonder if I will ever take my grandkids to Snoasis?
On the plus side if you did pop your clogs soon your hedges would look bloody marvellous.
"They break our legs and tell us to be grateful when they offer us crutches."
Do you ever think about how long you’ve got left? on 09:16 - Feb 9 by Lord_Lucan
Very much so of late.
I am now 59 and the play off final seems like yesterday, but I am unlikely to live that length of time again. In fact, I often think of recent times gone by, add those years to my current age and see how old I would be - often I declare to myself I will be dead.
It's all a bit weird.
Another problem is that I look at people and think they are older than me whereas in reality they are much younger. I suppose in my mind I imagine myself to be in my mid thirties.
I was about 18 when they finished The Orwell Bridge but I will never see a Northern Bypass, in fact, I will probably never see many road and rail projects in the planning system.
There are good old friends I always expected to see again but I probably won't.
Worst of all I have a decent business that my kids don't want and it's so blooming difficult and complicated that it would be very hard to sell. I have no exit plan!
It's all a bit bloody depressing really.
I need a drink.
I wonder if I will ever take my grandkids to Snoasis?
Are you saying that the intangible value of the business is much greater than the worth of fixed and other tangible assets ? The goodwill is your knowledge and you cannot see an easy way to pass that on. Can you modularise the business (good grief, I sound like someone who has just started an MBA) so that more comprehensible units can attach to some of the fixed assets ?
That way you sell some of the business but retain some for control and/or later sale, you may even be able to get an income stream out of the module you sell off.
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