The middle aged thread

Dredge of the century...

I miss Mrs Myth.

Me too. Like I miss shaving my head with a cheese grater and chewing on tin foil.

Ahh, chewing on tin foil. It's not the same these days, mostly aluminium foil. Funny aftertaste.

At least Mrs Myth was funny. WW's about as funny as getting stabbed.

Getting stabbed with a meat spear.

Euph?

At least Mrs Myth was funny. WW's about as funny as getting stabbed.

Oh dear. And I have always valued your opinion so highly.

Mmmmm. Delicious spear of meat.*

*definitely a euph

Oh dear. And I have always valued your opinion so highly.

You're not very good at sarcasm, are you?

Not know for sarcasm, no.
Don't know why you're having a pop at me. But since I don't know you from a piss stain on a tramp's blanket - assuming there is a difference - I don't think it's going to ruin my week.

Oh Jesus, here we go...

At least Mrs Myth was funny. WW's about as funny as getting stabbed.

Oh dear. And I have always valued your opinion so highly.

You're not very good at sarcasm, are you?

Not know for sarcasm, no.
Don't know why you're having a pop at me. But since I don't know you from a piss stain on a tramp's blanket - assuming there is a difference - I don't think it's going to ruin my week.

Oh Jesus, here we go...

Let's face it, you're just two grumpy middle-aged men who stand out all the more because even grumpier Mrs Myth is no longer around.

You'll be OK if you lighten up and talk of the old times, which will be easy as you've forgotten everything that happened between now and then. :)

The Six Million Dollar Man Opening Theme 1976 - YouTube

Was Saturday evening telly ever better than this?

Knight rider/ dukes of Hazzard/ A.team

Would you? Interesting.

Knight rider/ dukes of Hazzard/ A.team

yes, yes, yes!!

Would you? Interesting.

maybe

Would you? Interesting.

Shuddup, fool.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2012/may/16/blue-peter-clips

Only aspect of BP I recall is the garden getting vandalised repeatedly
Would that happen in Shepherds Bush...

6 Million Dollar Man was Thursday NOT Saturday...

Who gives a f...?

Lee Majors had to know when to turn up for work.

So I've got ear hair.

There used to be a 'displaced person' who'd stagger about Nottingham with tufts of hair foaming from within his ears - the standard place of origin. He seemed delirious enough for it to not be of any concern, assuming he'd even noticed, but I could do nothing else when I saw him. I'm sure he's dead now, most likely from it garotting him like in Revenge Of The Vine Leaves.

Mine has yet to fester in the depths of my ear - instead it's crawling up the entire rear of both, so flaps behind me like discarded bunting when I'm at speed on the bike. I caught a glimpse of the extent of it in a lift earlier in Zara - not often that a high-street retailer bathes you in pathos, but it beats rummaging through the sales tat.

It bloody itches. The same those from my nose which tickle when tangled in with my moustache.