you remember Wacky Wafers, Zots, Gobstoppers and Pixie Sticks
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you remember Wacky Wafers, Zots, Gobstoppers and Pixie Sticks
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Black Jacks, fruit salad or rhubarb and custard sweets for 1/2p. Midget Gems. Curly Worlds were massive. Coke was in glass bottles. Lemon drops, army and navy, pebbles,cherry lips, bon bons, sherbet dips, flying saucers.
Just me and my heavybag, I question why I need to put myself in shape now that my life is half over. I go 6 rounds with it and unleash all kinds of combinations. But the next day my hands hurt despite using 12 ounce gloves. I do a work out in preparation for several hours on the guitar and I have sore hands. I thought gloves were to stop any pain.
Perhaps so, but gloves alone are not enough. I genuinely hurt my hands sometimes. Nothing broken or bad enough to stop me altering the punches, but enough to not punch in the same spot too often. I get the gloves off and for a couple of days have sore knuckles and those are my guitar playing days and it's hard to play when you are sore.
Hurt my hip getting in to the car last week, didn't hit it on anything just "got in wrong"
For every story told that divides us, I believe there are a thousand untold that unite us.
cant tie your shoelaces without holding your breath
Talking with 'kids' and discovering you listen to a few of the same songs! They discovered them through the cover of a cover on a new 360 X box release and you discovered them on the floorboard of a Duster in '87 on a mixed tape held together with scotch tape....and still have it in storage![]()
Getting old really puts the fear of god into me. Everyone around you dies, you start to fail yourself, and all the things you want to achieve are largely done with. Your body then reduces you even more and at the age of 80 and falling to pieces you know it is coming.
Those last few years seem almost unbearable. It looks like the loneliest, worst posssible process. Suffering, physically failing, growing depression and anger, and that day which is going to hit at any time.
Being old looks like the most terrifying thing. The time passes so quickly, and you just want to keep on doing what you were doing. But age creeps up and it does and then the decades show and your days are numbered.
It's a horribly sad thing to see happen to people. In my recent Hitchock book he was so old, but wanted to make that great spy movie with a serious Bond, but being so old he couldn't do it. He lost the ability to walk, and died a man willing to talk to few and only willing to drink water until life itself evaporated. It was so sad, as he had become so isolated and bitter.
Perhaps you have Tommy Hearns like power and your willowy limbs arent up to the trauma?
When God said to the both of us "Which one of you wants to be Sugar Ray?" I guess I didnt raise my hand fast enough
Charley Burley
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