They used to say exactly the same thing about the sixties.A wise, Austrian musician once said:
„Anyone who can remember the eighties has not experienced them.“
They used to say exactly the same thing about the sixties.A wise, Austrian musician once said:
„Anyone who can remember the eighties has not experienced them.“
They still do.They used to say exactly the same thing about the sixties.
Did he not pose? "Oh yes darling, yes, I'm in the post office," he continues, "no I need to go to the bank for anything over five figures," adding, "no, no, listen, Post office withdrawals are limited, not to worry, I'll go to the bank." All said at a rate of, as Alan so eloquently observed, elevated decibels just so that you know of his fabulous wealth and that you are so seriously impressed, that when you leave the Post Office, you sit in your car, your seriously old, clapped out car, and weep at the unfairness of life.As if it weren’t egregious enough that the guy two places ahead of me in line here at the Post Office is conducting a cell phone conversation at elevated decibel levels, he speaks in the tritest of cliches.
Those actually go back to the Massai in Africa, circa 1300 BCE, and ancient Egyptians circa 2,000-1,000 BCE. It seems every generation eventually discovers something that's been around for decades if not centuries, then act as if they were the first to create it.Can anyone tell me, which prom can be punished for starting THIS around the young folks? These curious tunnel plug earrings in all imaginable sizes?
Stupid earrings
Did he not pose? "Oh yes darling, yes, I'm in the post office," he continues, "no I need to go to the bank for anything over five figures," adding, "no, no, listen, Post office withdrawals are limited, not to worry, I'll go to the bank." All said at a rate of, as Alan so eloquently observed, elevated decibels just so that you know of his fabulous wealth and that you are so seriously impressed, that when you leave the Post Office, you sit in your car, your seriously old, clapped out car, and weep at the unfairness of life.
Truth be told he probably hasn't got two cents to rub together.
I'm sure someone somewhere could explain this to me, but every time I've had to "upgrade" my phone I've encountered a whole new batch of shady solicitors. Why this strikes me as odd is because I've kept the same phone number for the last three or four generations of phones. So why weren't these losers calling to pester me on my old phone? Why did they wait for the new phone each time? And what happened to the old batch of solicitors?It’s gotten to where I don’t answer phone calls if I don’t recognize the number, this because more often than not it’s one shady solicitation or another...
They’re standing on the street corner, in short skirts and holey fishnet stockings.And what happened to the old batch of solicitors?
This getting old malarkey has it's moments. Drying myself off after this morning's shower, the doorbell rang. Grabbing my clean underwear for decency and putting my bathrobe on, I went and answered the door. A courier stood there with his delivery gizmo asking me for a signature. Once he had gone I put Tina's package down and went back to get dressed. Then I spent the best part of two minutes looking for my clean underpants. The same clean underpants that I hastily donned for the sake of decency when answering the door. I tell you, I'm losing the plot.
I'm sure someone somewhere could explain this to me, but every time I've had to "upgrade" my phone I've encountered a whole new batch of shady solicitors. Why this strikes me as odd is because I've kept the same phone number for the last three or four generations of phones. So why weren't these losers calling to pester me on my old phone? Why did they wait for the new phone each time? And what happened to the old batch of solicitors?
I'm sure someone somewhere could explain this to me, but every time I've had to "upgrade" my phone I've encountered a whole new batch of shady solicitors. Why this strikes me as odd is because I've kept the same phone number for the last three or four generations of phones. So why weren't these losers calling to pester me on my old phone? Why did they wait for the new phone each time? And what happened to the old batch of solicitors?
Edward makes a valid point and of course phone companies buy profiles from banks and credit card companies, so everything that you have paid for that's not been a cash payment, that's cash as in the filthy folding stuff, then that transaction has been noted, profiled and sold.Check the small print on the new contract you signed; chances are they slipped in a term that allows them to sell your data...
But there again, maybe Tony got it right.They’re standing on the street corner, in short skirts and holey fishnet stockings.