oldies are quality 🙂

an put on the scrap heap in this society

very true, so unlike the french and many european countries, i would go work in elderly care, have done it before but have just got an assistant managerial job at holland and barretts which pays better

my mother’s mother was an catholic psychopath who gave (false) evidence that my mother was a drug addict and prostitute in the british high court to try and prevent her from getting custody of her children (my half bro and sis) as her religious beliefs made her think divorce was a sin, even though my mother (her own daughter) was escaping serious domestic violence and trying to protect her children from serious physical abuse :crazy:

my father’s father was a violent alcoholic :yakk:

my other 2 grandparents died before i got a chance to get to know them… 1 before i was born 😥 and the other a couple for years after i was born, having refused to meet me, because my mother had been married before :you_crazy

some older people are great though and i have a couple of close friends in their late 60s / early 70s who are dynamic, interesting people :group_hug

my gran properly believes everythin in the daily mail. she once tried to tell be about cannabis addicts beggin for money on the street. well out the loop really.

but she’s ace, couldnt do enough for her grandkids like

my nan was a right old cow, she would say things such as –

‘you’ve not got much breasts’ when meeting my brothers girlfriend for the first time,

‘your not marrying him are you?’ when meeting my mate who’s Arminian, as apparently ‘all those bloody Iraqies are the same’ despite again telling her he’s Arminian.

And said to my aunt (her birth daughter) ‘you were one of a twin and the good one died and I was left with you’

just a few of the memorable ones…

bitch

one set of my grand parents was sound

the other side a total loss an i hate to say it but sod em, better off without em both

I wasn’t sayin all old people are great but it just pisses me off that the things that are nowadays valued are youth, beauty and commercial productiveness.

What about life experience, possible acrued wisdom?

:laugh_at: :laugh_at: nice

my nan is from the Indian/Tamil community of Malaysia and became estranged from my mum in 1968 when she “went out with a hooligan Chinaman on a motorbike” (mixed race marriages were frowned upon back then). This was around the time of great changes worldwide (student protests etc) and the old people thought “the world was going to hell in a basket”.

My parents left Malaysia shortly afterwards for South East London, where I was born.

She did make things up when she realised her grandson would grow up in a foreign country (I have only met her 3 or 4 times since then, the most recent in 2006 when she came to stay for a bit). She is still active and in good health and sent her first email when in her 80s (she had to turn up the screen size a bit).

She also wanted recently to get a lap-dog but my uncles weren’t so keen on the idea as they would probably end up having to look after it, and it will be one of those yappy Chinese/Japanese things…

For many years though my only contact with her was via telephone.

Once in 1991 she called me. I picked up the phone and a lady with an Indian accent answered, so I said

“Hello nan, how are things in Malaysia? How are my uncles, aunts and cousins”?

The lady said

and put me through to my actual grandmother (some parts of Malaysia did not get international direct dialling until the mid 1990s for “security reasons!”)

I grew up with my grand parents..

Can’t say that was especially funny :yawn:

They were a bit like Tankgirls grandparents..

Took a boyfriend home 1 time and my grandfather said..

He’s not as ugly as you told us,that relationship didn’t last long

They always made me feel bad when I had friends home..They felt the need to tell everybody about the stupid things I had done..

– Not good enough grades in school..

– Picked the worse boyfriends in town..

– etc etc

But I loved them and still do