You know you're getting old when ...

[rsser]

Talk with your mates is no longer about how to pull chicks but is all about your super.

In your bedside table drawer there's no space any more for condoms. It's all heart meds, chol. meds, arthritis meds and meds whose purpose you no longer remember.

Your doc says these arthritis meds increase the risk of heart attack but at your age that's not a worry.

You're in the chemist and the minor serving offers you a senior's discount without asking.

In conversation with an ageing parent, they stop and ask, what were we talking about? and you can't answer.

Your financial advisor says you don't need to bother about life insurance any more.

You register for a new online forum and your finger gets tired clicking on the age pull-down list.

You make a witty comment in front of your kids and they look sideways at you.

[Grumpy John]

I hired a ute to a tradie at Bunnies today and when I handed him the key I said "as Bob Dyer used to say, happy motoring". Needless to say I was met with a blank stare, not only from the tradie but also from the register operator and about four other people lined up at the register. :shrug:

[Chesand]

I was reminded today of the chemists' scales where you put a penny in the slot to weigh yourself.
Also of drying cabinets that preceeded tumble dryers

[RETIRED]

I hired a ute to a tradie at Bunnies today and when I handed him the key I said "as Bob Dyer used to say, happy motoring". Needless to say I was met with a blank stare, not only from the tradie but also from the register operator and about four other people lined up at the register. :shrug:Aha, but can you remember what fuel company it was?

[Jim Carroll]

aha, but can you remember what fuel company it was?

bp

[cava]

You make a witty comment in front of your kids and they look sideways at you.
+1 :2tsup:

[cava]

I can remember individual slate boards for the students at the school I attended.

[joe greiner]

Aha, but can you remember what fuel company it was?
Esso/Enco/Exxon in the states. I have a set of the plastic letters from a defunct station. Can be re-arranged into all sorts of things - "p" inverts to "d," "n" inverts to "u," etc. Even formed some DIY cake pans of aluminum foil for a special occasion years ago.

Cheers,
Joe

[dai sensei]

Or like me this morning, roll over to turn the alarm off, only to fall out of bed :doh:. Unfortunately it was via my head on the sideboard corner, then half unconcious, shoulder and knee to the hard floor :-. I'm going to have a killer black eye tomorrow :cool::U.

[RETIRED]

bpGive that man a cigar.

[tea lady]

Give that man a cigar.at his age he's earned it! :D

[rsser]

And what was BP colloquially known as .... ? :D

[les88]

I hired a car at Melbourne airport and I only made it no hiring to 76 +
At Manly swimming pool in the change room was a machine that you inserted a threepenny piece into .....pushed a lever and received a dab of Brylcream

BP = British petroleum

les

[artme]

Who remembers Golden Fleece and Stanley??

I remember: When telegrams were delivered by hand
When most of the stuphph you had prescribed by the doctor was
actually fabricated by the chemist.
When the pharmacist was called the chemist.
When sliced bread was unheard of.

[Grumpy John]

I remember the milk cart, the ice cart, the night cart, bread being delivered and two mail deliveries a day and one on Saturday.

[Chesand]

I remember: When most of the stuphph you had prescribed by the doctor was
actually fabricated by the chemist.
When the pharmacist was called the chemist.
.

I remember doing all that during my apprenticeship before pharmacy became a full time uni course.

A chemist was the only one legally allowed to use the term 'chemist' without a qualifying adjective such as 'industrial'

[Chesand]

I remember the milk cart, the ice cart, the night cart, bread being delivered and two mail deliveries a day and one on Saturday.

My father delivered bread by horse and cart before WW2 and ice during and just after WW2.

[3RU]

And what was BP colloquially known as .... ? :D

Boo Port for the (senior) South Australians cos COR stood for Come On Redlegs

[cultana]

I remember the milk cart, the ice cart, the night cart, bread being delivered and two mail deliveries a day and one on Saturday.

Milk cart?? You got to be kidding. It came in the big milk urns straight from the dairy. The bloke brought it around in the back of his unrefrigerated ute, and no canopy either in them days.
Bread cam in a bread cart the baker got out at the start of the street and the horse just ambled slowly along as the guy got the bread out of the back put in his basket and delivered it to the houses.

Anyone remember the Watkins door to door salesman?

[artme]

Milk cart?? You got to be kidding. It came in the big milk urns straight from the dairy. The bloke brought it around in the back of his unrefrigerated ute, and no canopy either in them days.
Bread cam in a bread cart the baker got out at the start of the street and the horse just ambled slowly along as the guy got the bread out of the back put in his basket and delivered it to the houses.

Anyone remember the Watkins door to door salesman?

I remember the Rawleigh's salesman. He had a built up boot on one foot.

We had "the Egg Man" who delivered eggs , carried in the back of his Ford Customline ute.

The local General Store had a man walk the streets once a week with a docket book and pencil to take orders which were later delivered in their little Thames Trader truck.

We had alocal SP bookie. The Police never bothered him.

[underfoot]

you know you're getting old when you can recite this word for word
YouTube - Monty Python - Four Yorkshiremen

[rsser]

When your Dad gave you a zack to spend and it burned a hole in your pocket.

These days it'd just wear one in.

[jimbur]

When your Dad gave you a zack to spend and it burned a hole in your pocket.

These days it'd just wear one in.
When you know what a zack is:D

[artme]

When you know what a zack is:D

Or a dina, a bob, a quid, a halfpenny, a trez bit.

[cava]

Or a dina, a bob, a quid, a halfpenny, a trez bit.
Which one was a 'dina'?

[3RU]

Which one was a 'dina'?

Same as a bob from memory.

[cultana]

Or a dina, a bob, a quid, a halfpenny, a trez bit.

Still got some threepences, halfpennies and a couple of pennies.

Not to mention things were sold in shops as 10 guineas or 10g.

Also we had real coins that meant there was no rounding up/down.
I suspect there is now more rounding up than down in shops.

[dakotax3]

...We used to have a travelling salesman called Maurie Funk who sold ladies stockings call in on us occasionally. Dad used them to strain paint which had skinned up.

...My father spilling the contents of the night pan over the back yard when he hooked it on the prop up clothesline which wasn't propped up. Another time he tipped it over the back of the ute.

...My earliest memory of fuel purchase is from one of those bowser/pumps with the large glass bowl on top. You, the customer, had to manually pump a handle to get the petrol from a tank directly below into a large glass bowl of 4 or 5 gallons then let that drain into your car. If you wanted a full tank then you did this two or three times. All this right at the backdoor of the local supermarket.

...touched on this in another thread. As a small kid helping dad by clearing away the cut wood away from the blade of the old swingsaw. THAT was something I wish I had video of, a swingsaw in action.

Young blokes of terday, no idea.

[Lignum]

Aha, but can you remember what fuel company it was?

To easy because they sponsored Pick A Box


That said, you know your getting old when you remember the Dogs and Saints last flags and milk bottles at morning play time.

[cava]

Same as a bob from memory.
Thanks. :)

[Grumpy John]

I remember we used to get briquettes delivered for the water heater. One day before the delivery man came I threw the strap mum used to belt me with into the almost empty box for the briquettes. Mum didn't bother looking for the strap, she just belted me with her bare hand........ I think that hurt more. These days I could go to the cops and have her charged with assault.

[rsser]

Re colloquial Aus terms like deenar this (http://203.166.81.53/and/index.php) is a good source for spellings and meanings.

Says deenar prob came from denarius.

Unlike Arthur, I would've spelt trez as tray but it's listed in the AND as trey. And zack is listed under zac (poss origin Scots dialect, saxpence).

[BobL]

Lawn mowing with a scythe.
Hot water for a bath was obtained by starting a fire under a copper and transferring the hot water to a tin bath with a bucket.
Bathing in a tin bath - I could never work out how dad or mum could fit in the bath
Clothes washing totally by hand - not even a mangle, water again boiled in a copper, mum wringing out sheets, towels etc by hand, now 85 she still has forearms like navy ganger.
Outdoor dunny, chamber pots and the night cart man with surname Parker, now every time I hear that name my brain conjures that certain aroma and visions of that horde of flies following the night cart down the back lanes.
Milk delivered in a tall aluminium pail with a lid.
Not having a car and walking everywhere.
Going shopping with mum to help her carry home groceries on my rudimentary go-cart.
Bonfires and crackers.
Buying a school lunch with a zac and getting change.
The monthly burn off at the back of the block - whether we needed to or not.
No self service shopping - everything behind counters.
Most of our clothing (including underwear) was made by mum or relatives or was second hand.
The rabbito man who delivered live rabbits. After choosing your rabbits he'd butcher them right on the front verge. Snapped the neck and half a dozen flicks of his big knife and he'd skin the rabbit, and then gut it into a bucket. Mum would send us inside but we'd sneak around the back for a peek. When I was older I was allowed to watch and we supplied our own bucket so the entrails could be thrown in with the chooks. I'd ask for the paws but he would never leave the hide. I used to sell the paws to the "rich kids" for a ha'penny. I always wanted a pelt but had to wait till we started catching our own.
No fridge, just a coolgardie safe.
Polishing the wooden floors weekly with one of those rotary polishers.
Rubbing ourselves with baby oil and sun baking till we were "well done".

[AlexS]

The clothes prop man, before Hills Hoists.
Carbide lamps, before the electrickery came to town.

[Bushmiller]

You may be old when middle age seems like a missed opportunty:D.

Or when your wife declares eating that much chocolate will kill you and to your retort of "I will just have to die young" evokes "you've missed that chance!":(

Regards
Paul

[rsser]

LOL.

Or your GP starts suggesting meds for a condition, and you know, and you know that s/he knows, they'll increase your risk of stroke or heart attack.

[pellcorp]

You know you must be young when nothing you old farts have said makes any sense whatsoever ;-)

[pellcorp]

You know you aren't that young when you can remember computers did not always have windows the Internet was not always from a browser and computer processors speeds were not always measured in MHz. CDs were not always old school, either was VHS or for that matter audio tapes.

I can't imagine what it is like not to be able imagine a world without SMS mms HTML CSS DVD bluray mp3 broadband terabyte hdd, gigabytes of ram, even in my short 37 years so much has changed. My sons future is going to be different indeed.

[rsser]

heheh

I can remember when RAM was a thousand dollars a meg

[jimbur]

When the doctor tells you how fit you are and then adds, "for a bloke your age"
Cheers,
Jim

[rsser]

Or your fill-in physio looks at how limber you are and says the same.

And she looks younger than your daughter and you bite back the comment on your tongue.

[3RU]

To easy because they sponsored Pick A Box


That said, you know your getting old when you remember the Dogs and Saints last flags and milk bottles at morning play time.

Yep you must have been a milk monitor too.

Were you also an ink monitor, mixing that powdered ink? Great for the pony tails in front too..

[jimbur]

When you start seeing stuff you threw out ages ago described as desirable collectables or, even worse, antiques.
Cheers,
Jim

[cava]

you know you must be young when nothing you old farts have said makes any sense whatsoever ;-)
lol :)

[cava]

You remember what a grease nipple is, and how many are on your Dad's car.

[jimbur]

You know you must be young when nothing you old farts have said makes any sense whatsoever ;-)
It's always the same, you're mumbling again.
Cheers,
Jim

[cultana]

I can't imagine what it is like not to be able imagine a world without SMS mms HTML CSS DVD bluray mp3 broadband terabyte hdd, gigabytes of ram, even in my short 37 years so much has changed. My sons future is going to be different indeed.

Now that is scary stuff..:oo:

When I was younger, many blue moons ago, I remember my grandmother telling me that they use to get a coach at Willunga/Mclaren Vale and travel to Adelaide. They changed horses at the old Flagstaff Hotel at the bottom of Tapleys Hill. It use to take them a day to make the one way journey. Now it takes a couple of hours. She saw and went through the changes from horses to motor vehicles and landing men on the moon. She thought that was a huge transformation in any lifetime.

Now we, the more mature generation, seem to be going through a similar process and just as radical in change. Though it is now more a case of gadgets and gizmos.

[elderly]

I remember back in England when the lamplighter used to come around morning and night to light and put out the gas street lights and the mills employed knocker ups who went around the streets knocking on the bedroom widows of their employees to make sure they were not late for work.<O:p</O:p
<O:p</O:p

[nine fingers]

Do'es anyone remember when cars didn't use petrol? Dads 37 Chev had a gas producer fitted, fired up with coke to produce hydrogen gas, I remember stopping on the side of a road to empty the ashes and then refuel it.
Early fourties , as petrol was rationed during the war. NF.

[dakotax3]

That's it fer me. You old pharts have got it in spades over me.......

......Bows & retreats respectfully away.

[A Duke]

Was that with the burner on the back bumper and the blabber of gas on the roof?
My Daddy managed to run his 1936 Plymouth on his petrol ration.
At that stage I used to sit on the left hand back arm rest with my arm through the grab strap. When ever I come across one of those models at an old car show I am filled with wonder that all 1.880M and 120KG of me was ever that small and at these namby pamby kids of today that have to have special capsules.

[Chesand]

Was that with the burner on the back bumper and the blabber of gas on the roof?


I can vaguely remember one being on the LHS running board but don't recall any bladder for gas.