Senior moments.

[mentalboy]

[to v or not to v]

going to another room in the house for something, and then forgetting what that something was, once i arrive at the other room. blooming annoying.
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its old and fat, but its a damned good ride. the bikes not bad either.

[BanditsHigh]

[chickenstrip]

What's this thread about again?
Oh yeah...

[hellkat]

[recman]

[hellkat]

oh noes!
Run. While you still can.


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[hellkat]

This is my dilemma:
When I get on the tube (to work or back) and there are no seats, I get quite annoyed.
And I think "Do you not know how old I am? Did you not see me wave my pensioner bus-pass as I got on? Stand up and let a poor old woman sit down".
I forget that I am invariably done up to the nines: hair dyed, lipstick and eyeshadow, jewellery from Claires Accessories ( ) - something sparkly somewhere. And I probably don't look as old as I feel.
Besides, there's usually someone more needy than I am. Older looking, certainly

But even though I am gagging for someone to kindly offer me a seat, I then get all paranoid if they do, and start thinking "OMG I must look old and tired today".

So either way, I can't win.
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[Feasty]

[Feasty]

This thread has brought back a memory of me being utterly stupid - and not even old at the time!

I was a student in my early 20's in Sheffield, saved up and brought myself a new mountain bike to get around on. In those days I lived in a student house and the only way to get in touch with family was the 'incoming only' landline, or the phone box at the end of the road. So I'd often be given a message from the students I was sharing the house with telling me my mum had called.
I'd go down to the phone box and call her back.

Cue me deciding to ride down on my nice new bike, park it behind the phone box then 30mins later walk back home and chill for the evening.
2 hours later the alarm bell in my head went 'Shit, shit, shit where's your bike'!!!
Of course it was long gone by the time I got back to the phone box
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(7 year gap), BMW F650 (Relaxing ride). Aprilia Caponord ETV1000 (Big and bold). Yamaha FZS600 (got me in trouble too quick!).
Current: Yamaha TDM 900 (Comfy, light but big, power when needed).

[hellkat]

Ah the good old days of phone boxes that worked!
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[hellkat]

[MCN]

[trevor saxe-coburg-gotha]

Now they work....as Barbara Cartland novel depositories
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Mobylette Type 50 ---> Raleigh Grifter ---> Neval Minsk 125

[hellkat]

I'd quite like to have one outside my house. I'm tempted to just make one of those little book-swapping birdhouse type things. Not a whole wopping great phone-box.

It would be fun to fill it with books with "entertaining" titles, and see how often the same people came round to see what was on offer ...

I keep my front window open quite a lot, even in the winter, cos I like the cats coming and going out the window, and I can see my bike from the living room, so I could people-watch and see who takes the pervy books
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[blurredman]

I used to use one of the big red phone boxes down the road from me where I used to live not long ago quite often as I think I worked out it was cheaper to use than my landline for outgoing.

Sometimes the coins would get stuck or it would stop working for whatever reason and I would just report it to BT and it would get fixed.

There's 3 or 4 in my old town that still had phones in them that worked. I seem to recall as a teenager getting the numbers from them and calling them in the middle of the night to see if anyone would pick up.
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Past: 1991 Honda CG125BR-J, 1992 (1980) Honda XL125S, 1996 Kawasaki GPZ500S.
Current: 1981 Honda CX500B - 91k, 1987 MZ ETZ250 (bored to 295cc) - 38k, 1989 MZ ETZ251 - 49k, 1979 Suzuki TS185ER - 9k, 1973 MZ ES250/2 - 17k.

[MCN]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Red_telephone_box

I knew about phone boxes since for ever.

They are a curio now.

They were one of things good teachers would explain how to operate. We still had those unfathomable mechanical money box ones with the big metal buttons .

Load your coin/s (Keep some handy for extended calls.)
Dial the number.
When the number picks up push the big button and drop the coin dropped into the machinery.
And bla bla bla bla until the money ran out.
Beep beep... load the next coin to bla bla bla...
Hang up and any unused coins were shat out the return cup.

Millennials would be propah fcuked.
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[Freddyfruitba...]

[recman]

[Polarbear]

I just had another one.

For years I've been buying bird food, flour etc, in sacks that are closed by stitching. Pull it in the right way and it just unravels.

Today I could not remember how to do it. I pulled and created a knot. In the end, out came the knife and a viscious Freddy Kruger slash had it open and half a ton of sunflower hearts over the kitchen floor.

i just goggled how to open them and I remember now. FFS.
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[MCN]

[Polarbear]

[hellkat]

Nah, I've never been able to work out which string to pull. I used to get proper wound up with bags of onions, fucking things.

I've always just cut the bastards with scissors
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