Ramblings of an Old Fart....... Once again I find myself being called a Grumpy Old Fart ! I cannot understand why. Even to my Grandson Alex I am Grumpy but I always thought that was so he could differentiate between the Grandads... So I shall write The Ramblings of a Old Fart....... First off. Stop it and stop it NOW with the Americanisms................... Proms ............... What the feck are Proms for School leavers ? When I left school, you spent the last few weeks of school writing to possible employers. You then went for interviews. You got an apprenticeship (yes jobs were easier to come by so not having a go at the youngs ones of today trying to find work). You left school on the Friday. Walked to the gates with your mates, shared a WOODBINE. Said goodbye. Started your new job on the Monday at 7am. There was no writing on each others shirts with felt tip. Your school shirts were your work shirts for the week after ! ! ! Feck me, if Id have done that, Mum would have made me wear my school shirts to my new job for the first few weeks till I got some wages in and could buy my own stuff. There was no coating each other in flour. You shared a woodbine with a couple of mates and headed off in the general direction of your own home cos you knew your tea would be ready. There was no hiring helicopters, or limos or trikes, or buses or fire engines to take you to a party. YOU GOT THE FECKIN BUS OR WALKED cos Mum and Dad wouldnt waste the petrol taking you to a party. You looked after your ferkin self............... I have a friend and their child is leaving NURSERY to go to BIG SCHOOL and theyre having a Prom for them ??????? Stop this feckin Americanism. Your child is going up to Big School.... end of. With all the political correctness its going to be one hell of a kids party. No food colourings, no sugary pop, no added salt or flavourings. I can just see a group of 5 year olds sitting down to a Quorn Sausage, a dry Rye Bread Cracker and some Tofu ! ! ! ! ! Get me an invite, thatll be a barrel of laughs. Playing pass the parcel where EVERYBODY wins so little Tarquin doesnt start crying because the world is being unfair to him............ You left school on the Friday and started work on the Monday. You didnt get a year off to Find Yourself and Travel the World. You saved some of your first years wages and had a long weekend at BUTLINS with a couple of mates. Mummy and Daddy didnt buy you your first bike or car. You saved and bought some piece of sh*t off a dodgy bloke down the road that might just get you to the corner shop without killing you, and you learnt to drive it as often as you stuck bits back on to keep it going. I was taught by my Mum to iron, sew, cook and clean because she wanted her little boys to grow up to be independent men and not some feckless wonder who turns up at his Mums door with a bag full of washing if his Charlemaine has a weekend retreat at the salon to give herself two coats of Creosote to look like the Tango Man. and so ........ I have given you a short snippet on the thoughts of a Grumpy Old Fart. Enjoy ;-)
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 21:12:26 +0000