Sports Personality Of The Year...
Film, Media & TV1 min ago
You know you shouldn't laugh but you just can't help it.Got into my car yesterday on a carpark and thought I would just have a snack before driving off. Walking to her car was a woman who had got to be in her mid 70s. She had bright pink hair, when I say bright pink it really was bright. It looked like she had a fairground candyfloss stuck on her head. What drives someone that age to look like this. I've seen young girls have their hair done like this but eh, they are young kids. This woman looked nuts. :0))))
Why shouldn't she? At 70, she probably doesn't care what people think of her means of self expression. Good for her.
WARNING...by Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Poem by Jenny Joseph
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens
And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised when suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.
To be honest LB the odd streak, even faint purple don't look to bad. But this was shocking. You know when some days you get the giggles when you see something and you just cant stop laughing :0)) May be she's trying to cut back on the electric bill by not switching the lights on when she gets up in the night for a wee wee. :0)