Dear Pelly,

My mum did the same. Soup was very much (and still is)
part of our eating habits. Chicken broth cured all ills.

Dear Hasbeen,

Keep on doing what you're doing - sounds good to me!

Dear Poirot,

There are still cultures that treat elders with reverance
and respect. Although sadly ours doesn't seem to be one
of them. You'd think we would be growing into our wisdom.
We should be hungry for our wise women and our wise men.
Think of the knowledge that could be passed onto us - they've
seen the cycles of life and death. They have the power to
teach through the depth of their understanding and they have
the power to bring forth a new and better world through the
depth of their vision - if only we'd let them. Afterall -
they hold the candle of illumination for all the world to see.
They should be honoured and revered. They should be allowed
to shine!

The trouble is Lexi, that old timers disease sets in, & the old farts can't find the on switch for their light.

Now, where the hell are those car keys?

dont let it concern you ol buddy
recall how much we lamblast youth

or ignorant people..or single mothers
[or bankers..or po-lies..or unionists..or liberals or greenies

mate all my life i have been reviled
as a dutchie..or biker..or druggie..[mate we can dwell in the negative]

but the reality is we are all
being forced into the ideal russion
who works when the party says jump..who conforms..to the party line

who dont make waves
and dare not resist us all being turned into peons

so much more to the topic
but its all..about making us conform
like sheep..blieving the party line..believing tax without representation is fair..

[as long as its only put on those
we hate/revile..or resent..ie smelly smokers..or rich miners..or lol poluters..or dole bludgers..or

well certainly not you
you know..just them nipps and them natzies
or the commies or them towel heads..of abo getting the avo

You sound like a bunch of people in a geriatric home.

Oh how wonderful, Soup! How are the Azaleas going? How much better was it in the good old days. They don't make em like they used to....

Did I hear the word sixpence? Is John Farnham on the radio?

Hohohoho. Tinker's Cuss! I like the cut of your jib.

The world is about Sex. With a side dish of sport. I remember an Alas Smith and Jones sketch where the newspaper of the future was a piece of cardboard with a pair of tits on the front and the soccer results on the back.

Old people have wrinkly bodies and have performance problems. So nobody gives them much thought.

Sorry, it's the way things are.

Sure, you can go on about old people that still rub their wrinklies together, but everybody knows men over 40 with a sex drive are 'Dirty' old men, and women that age who even still want a good 'rogering' are desperados and a little bit sad.

Sex, Youth, Beauty, Fame. It's what the worlds about. It's the currency. The dogs bollocks!

Poirot, I tire of the institutionalised oldies and young-uns gear you trott out, though I do have to agree, but in all I think it's more a symptom of being hard to market to those demographics, as they're not obsessed enough with sex. I mean, what do you do to sell a product to old people, or really young people. Have you see those retirement fund or funeral fund or Car insurance for oldies adverts. They sound like they're trying to sell things to retarded people.

Yep, that's what old people like; Slap on the corny jokes, talk slowly, and try to envoke images of the world you lot keep banging on about, when soup was an interesting topic of conversation.

It's the 1950s version of...
I mean, like, oh my God, did you, like, totally see that?
Oh, wow, you've got to be, like, kidding!
Totally.
Helloooo?
So I think, you know, like, whatever.
Shut up!
Totally.

Hoully you never fail to take my breath away, and you are nearly right.
Ageism exists, even here.
A few brief visitors, from the shallow end of the IQ pool, think telling me to return to the bowling green is giggle worthy.
I like hasbeen love my car am, and always will be a petrol head.
Climbing the toughest remotest track,sitting on the very top of a rock, just looking down at the view is bliss.
Vanity? well I dress and act as I wish, but never want to be other than me.
Some of those very old boilers, rich but featherless, in make up so deep it must be put on with a trowel?
We live longer, but are not the young studs some think they are.