You are getting old!!!

I bought one of those 'Pill/Tablet Organiser' things the other week.
I'm definitely getting Old!!!
What other things show signs you are getting old??

We start boycotting Pools
What a pack ov c u n t s the majority of bunkerites are.
Cant ava laff about how shit we are when ya/we in the Boneyard.

I was going to say you piss yourself more easily but you have been doing that for years Mutley!

you start to fancy even older women.

You start saying whos writing this shit, TV shows.

possibly with age it just magnifies what you,d have thought about them years ago. never liked this reality shit when it started but like it even less now. same with blokes and soaps.

Using more Volterol than alcohol.

i,m fully stocked up with the former and are willing to sell some to the highest moaner.

I have loads myself

Coffin catalogues catch your attention.

I was looking at making a will past couple weeks,cheeky bassas are wanting 2/300 quid some of them

That’s cheap, snap it up.

One of the charities is doing a free will service next month. They want you to leave some of your cash to the charity, but it's not compulsory.

You find it difficult to get out of bed and get yourself going.

Black coffee n e drink.
Works wonders.
Side affects.
Ya talk a load of shite.

Every day since i turned 60....a couple of years on it's a little ballet dance and wobble on the ankles after getting out of bed.

Kneeling down then trying to get back up like in your younger days.

We have a crawler lane on the stairs…I go up in bottom gear.

At least we haven't lost the strength in our hand grip eh.

When farts sneak up on ya.

I'll look into this Mr 66..i'd rather give them the cash.

Funny that I’ve got biceps like never before.

having more interest in where the public bogs are than whats there somewhere you visit for the first time.

When all the world is young, lad,
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round the world away!
Young blood must have its course, lad,
And every dog his day.

When all the world is old, lad,
And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down;
Creep home, and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among;
God grant you find one face there,
You loved when all was young.