Disgraceful
I believe I am right in saying that \”ageing gracefully\” is an oxymoron?
The sound of a rabbit screaming in the night as it is taken by a fox must be one of the worst sounds in the world. As bad as the sounds of any sentient being caught in any lethal and inescapable trap.
If the English drive on the left hand side of the road as a result of ye knights of old riding on the left in order to have their sword arm ready for instant action against a bandit, how did the Europeans deal with bandits?
The size of the fake football shirt on a large middle-aged man is inversely proportional to his weight.
Wouldn\’t it be nice if the media, and the general public, took as much interest in the successful conservation of an old building as they apparently do in the destruction of one by explosives?
A sure sign of old age is that, in filling out a form or a survey with age categories, one automatically places a tick in the lowest box (\”65 and over\”) without needing to think about it. There are no lower categories.
To earn the title of Homo sapiens we would have to live on a planet whose history didn\’t consist of wars and rumours of war, and planning for war, and not planning for the aftermath of war, and glorifying the heroism of war, and finding reasons to go to war, and justifying war, and having a
When a dog\’s day begins his peoples\’ day begins. Shouldn\’t it be the other way around?
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