Showing posts with label grumpy old men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grumpy old men. Show all posts

Sunday, October 10, 2010

I'm still too young to be a grumpy old man

this just in from the New Zealand news website Stuff

Britons find being older than 52 is nothing to laugh about because that's the age when they start becoming grumpy, according to a survey on Friday.

The poll of 2000 Britons found those over 50 laughed far less than their younger counterparts and complained far more.

While infants laughed up to 300 times a day, that figure had fallen to an average of six laughs by teenage years and only 2.5 daily chuckles for those over 60, the survey for cable TV channel Dave found.

Men were also found to be grumpier than women.

One reason for the decline in mirth might be the lack of joke-telling skills. The study found the average Briton only knows two jokes.


So I'm just 11 years too young to be truly grumpy!

(Only 2 jokes?? My neighbour tells everyone that he knows 100 jokes!)

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Not grumpy and not old - an apology

Those of you who know me will (hopefully) realise that in my last post I was using the phrase 'grumpy old men' as a term of endearment. I include myself (see my profile) in the lovely people of Leeds who are 'grumpy old men' (though some of them are none of those).
It was only several days later that I saw that some people had taken offence at this phrase. I have been unable to get to a computer until now (I have just arrived back in Jerusalem), and have been walking around with a sick feeling in my stomach at the thought that I had offended people. To those who took offence, I offer my sincerest apologies. I certainly didn't mean it as anything other than an expression of love, friendship and closeness. I know that if you don't know me (and perhaps this is a British/ New Zealand divided by a common language thing) this might not seem like such a nice phrase, but it was meant with the utmost love and care for all those wonderful people in Leeds who made not only this trip so special, but also the entire four years that i was there.
I also realised when rereading my last post (which in fairness was written while doing several other things just before Shabbat) that it sounded very egocentric. I was also looking at the glass half empty when i should have seen it as overflowing.


I know that blogs are for ranting, and that is what I was doing (not in any fair or meaningful way) but it is bad for my midos, so I'll try to do better next time.

The truth is that it was truly fantastic to see so many old friends again, and to catch up on what has been going on. They say you can never cross the same river twice, but it was as if I had never been away. Everyone looked younger if anything. And I saw the children of the couples who I had married while in Leeds, and the grandchildren of their parents.
I had such a wonderful time while in Leeds, and I must apologise for sounding so grumpy in my last blog.
Thank you, all of you, for everything. And please accept my apology.

Friday, May 25, 2007

Where are the socks?

I have to admit that this has not been the most succesful trip so far. For example, the main reason I came here was for a wedding. Except that the wedding has been called off (for good reason, but still very sad).
I had hoped to pick up some stuff that I had left in Leeds from 3 years ago, and which has been sitting in someone's garage since then (nothing all that essential, but some cutlery, a pasta pot, some kilt socks and some other equally essential items - oh yes, and a trampoline). Except that in the past 3 years they have migrated to the bottom of a huge pile of stuff and I wasn't able to get to them at all (and didn't have time to empty the other stuff).
I had come to leeds to speak in 2 Shuls, which was fine, except that I lost my voice by the second day, so it was a very quiet sermon (I properly lost my voice - how am I going to yell at my kids when I get home?)
And finally, the other thing I needed was some Winnie the Pooh socks from Asda. I went there last night (after yomtov - about 1:00 am). They sell absolutely everything there, except for golfing shoes (according to one of the workers) - and Winnie the Pooh socks!
So now I have come down to London. I'm staying in Edgeware with some fantastic friends. Things can only get better from now on.
But I must admit it was fantastic listening to all the grumpy old men - exactly as it was when I left Yorkshire 3 years ago!
have a great shabbos everyone. looking forward to reporting about a wonderful couple of days in the capital.