Friday, 17 June 2016

Back again

Hiya, hope you're all doing well. Been a long time and for a while I wasn't going to continue with the blog. Quite a long while actually, mainly because I thooght my domain was about to expire but as you can see, it hasn't.

Do you, like me, lament the country we used to have? Our country's changed so very much and I don't think it's always been for the betterment of it. 

When I was in my teens, I'd often be driving home late of an evening and I'd see a girl, or girls waiting on a bus stop or walking and I'd stop and offer a lift and I don't think I was ever turned down, for no other reason than that London, and England was a much safer place in those days.

You hear people talking about "never had to lock the doors" and it was true. I'd walk along my turning and the turnings leading to it in Summer and virtually all the front doors would be wide open, and I'm talking as late as half ten eleven o'clock in the evening.

Fights didn't happen in pubs. If there was an argument both sides would go outside, knock the crap out of each then go back in and have a drink together. I gained a couple of good friends from people that I'd previously been battling. 

As many of you know I used to "mind" a lot of pubs and clubs etc and I'd do it alone nine times out of ten and the majority of the time, if you showed people respect they showed you respect back. Obviously there'd be occasions  when I had to eject people but I'd always do it with respect and almost without exception the people that I'd put out would come back the following night and apologise.

Nowadays those un-written rules seem to have been forgotten. You see pubs and clubs with several people on the door and they seem as though they're spoiling for a fight and a lot of the time they're not disappointed. You see and hear of fights in pubs, clubs, even restaurants and it saddens me.

You don't see girls out on their own or in pairs late at night on foot:it's too dangerous. Come to that it's dangerous for guys too. 

Yes, I miss England, Britain the way it used to be. Okay, we were young then and the outlook always seemed to be bright, but I genuinely think GB's is going down and down.

A terrible example of the downside of Britain is the murder in a street, in broad daylight of Jo Cox, the Labour MP. What a tragedy! Lovely young Lady, young mum, young wife has her life snuffed out just like that. Apparently she was much loved by her constituents. I've heard several being interviewed and the common thread was that "She was so approachable".

Sorry if this post is all doom and gloom, but I promise to brighten things up next time.

Meanwhile, ending with more nostalgia click on this and enjoy

I'll be back soon, and that's a promise.

Stay Safe

Monday, 13 April 2015

Farewell grin

I have two dogs and I was buying a large bag of Purina at Costco and standing in line at the check out.
A woman behind me asked if I had a dog.
On impulse, I told her that no, I was starting the Purina Diet again although I probably shouldn't because I'd ended up in the hospital last time, but that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms.
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is to load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry and that the food is nutritionally complete so I was going to try it again.
I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story, particularly a guy who was behind her.
Horrified, she asked if I'd ended up in the hospital in that condition because I had been poisoned. I told her no; I stepped off a curb to sniff a poodle's ass and a car hit me.
I thought one guy was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard as he staggered out the door.

Wednesday, 8 April 2015

Bye for now

Hi, and I hope you're all well. This will probably be my last post on here as the domain name expires in a few days and I've decided not to bother re-newing.

Various reasons behind my decision but the main one is lack of interest from the people at whom the site was aimed, i.e. the over sixties. After four or more years I've still only managed to gather thirty four followers and if I get more than one hundred hits a day I've done well.

After a while one get's fed up with writing and getting little or no response, and you stop bothering.

I'll be starting another blog, on what subject I'm not sure. I'll be checking around to find a subject that produces a response.

The funniest thing about this blog is that I originally started it because I believed that there were/are a lot of over sixty year olds that had the same attitude as myself, i.e. we're around for a long time yet so let's make the most of it. Sadly, I've found that far to many people in our age group take the "Why bother, I'll be dead soon?" attitude.

Those who've been with me from the start, thank you, very, very much. If anybody wants to get in touch it would be great to hear from you and my direct email's

Keep your eyes on the net as there will be another blog floating soon.

Warmest Regards, 

Jim Curtis x x x

Friday, 13 February 2015

Got the hump

D’you ever get the feeling that life’s one big obstacle course and maybe, just maybe, it might be a relief to get to the end of it?
Been going through a right shitty period recently and it makes you wonder, don’t you think? My daughter’s just been given the all clear after her second Cancer scare within the last four months and then o make the treble, my sister’s just been diagnosed  with Parkinson’s disease. I’m gutted. Obviously not as gutted as she is, but thoroughly pissed off. She’s 58 and it’s hit her very hard. I know that as with most illnesses in this day and age treatment for Parkinson’s as come on in leaps and bounds but she still has to live with it hanging over her head and wondering when things will worsen.

It’s a sobering thought to think that before too long, all of us in this age group will no longer be around isn’t it? I often find myself, particularly after having had a nice day or evening in Summer, going through the “Wonder how many more of these I’ve got left?” All the more reason to enjoy the time we have left which is why it really pisses me off when things happen to people as in the case of my sister.

You may recall that I had Cancer a few years ago and my treatment was faultless from start to finish and consequently I’m here to tell the tale. But, there’s thousands that don’t make it and the biggest reason for this is that there’s not enough money to fund further research. Why? We can always find enough money to go and fight wars that have nothing at all to do with us yet we can’t find enough to fight various illnesses. Politicians are all totally useless, don’t you think? All the promises they’ve made are never mentioned once they get to power. The saddest thing is that they’re all equally as bad as one another.  They’re only interested in furthering their own careers and improving their own lots.

I’ve gone on and on here without any real direction, haven’t I? Still, it’s what blogs are for isn’t it, really? Getting one’s thoughts aired.

Thanks for stopping by and I promise to be more cheerful in future.

Oh, and by the way, I’ve got a toothache……

Monday, 9 February 2015

Points to ponder

Why do supermarkets make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.


Why do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke.


Why do banks leave vault doors open and then chain the pens to the counters.


Why do we leave cars worth thousands of rands in our driveways and put our useless junk in the garage.



Why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?


Why can't women put on mascara with their mouth closed?


Why don't you ever see the headline 'Psychic Wins Lottery'?


Why is 'abbreviated' such a long word?


Why is it that doctors call what they do 'practice'?


Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavouring, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?


Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?


Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?


Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food?


Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?


Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?


You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?!


Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?


Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?


If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?