The realisation you're getting old

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derrick

The Glue that binds us together.
I was told yesterday, that i am not a normal 71 year old.:laugh::laugh:
 
What, using the bowls? :scratch::giggle:

Unless you have a very smooth floor or what ever, not really, other than for the arm and chest exercise. Besides, nobody really cleans like that anyway... Do they?

Nah, you can't really replicate going quickly down ice sideways whilst having to look forwards, look behind, watching the stone, watching the line, watching your fellow sweeper, having to judge things whilst also communicating with the skip, fellow sweeper and maybe also the player of said shot, whilst also sweeping and stepping over other stones in the way, all simultaneously and without slipping (falling is an art-form all of it's own) and placing that 40lb lump of Ailsa Craig granite perfectly (tactics and stuff, although often it seems more like tic tacs).

But no, it's just like mopping a floor... Take yer comment and mop and stick it where the sun don't shine :boxing: 😆

Oh and 'Bowls on ice' my arse.

You clearly haven't seen the way I clean our kitchen floor.
 
Competitive cleaning? 😆

No. Just under supervision by a very hard taskmaster.
 
I also need to explain my rather terse response is because I grew bored of the jokes years ago, so I'm a grumpy old so and so about it 😆

No problem. I know they are a stale joke, but you must admit it can look funny to a non-player who only sees it at winter Olympics.

If it's any consolation I can see the level of technique, coordination and awareness needed to make the right adjustments in direction and possibly weight.:cheers:
 

Accy cyclist

Legendary Member
Heck, old fogie squabbling on CC reminds me of when I worked in a old fogies home 30 odd years ago. They'd fall out over anything. I Might've posted this before, but if I have please excuse the forgetfulness creeping in these days. :unsure: :rolleyes: I remember a new arrival at the home, who sat innocently in one 'spoken for chair' as she waited to be shown to her room. An old battle axe as we used to call them, approached her and said "You're in my chair, move"! The new arrival could hardly respond before she was pulled (almost yanked) off the chair by the battle axe! Avoid ending up in old fogie homes as long as you can I say!:okay:
 
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