49 and 364 days...
Update: 49 and 366 days.
I have been better. Much better. Why is it I feel eighty-five?
Truthfully I wake each morning the same person I was at twenty-one. Truthfully.
Truthfully I realise there is something amiss with that gestalt when I swing legs and stand up. It's alright though: I'll get over it and that lumbar region will "oil-up" eeeventually. As will the right foot.
The slightly discombobulating thing is the grey, bald bastard that stares out of the bathroom mirror when I brush teeth. Yeah, I know: it's not me. We ALL know that. Problem is, every time I turn to look behind the bastard's gone!
How can some old prick move that fast?
Now, there's a couple. One in the first is not in the second (sadly dead). One in the second is not in the first. Who is who?
Labels: Farts: age open
posted by Father Park at 4/04/2008 09:41:00 PM
19 Comments:
Happy 50th Mike, you old bastard you.
Hve a great night tomorrow night.
And please, don't make a pig of yourself, eh?
Happy birthday, Father Park. Have a ripper and remember that a black beer a day keeps the doctor away.
Ever had that discombobulating experience of 'humouring' some old fart you meet...?
Then realising ... hang on! ... that old fart's not much older than me!!!
Happy 50th Birthday, Mike!!!
You young whippersnapper, you!
House...almost prepared. Time for beauty sleep.
Well....whatever.
So...who's who??
Thanks all. Pictures are possible. Then again, pissable might be better.
Thank God the clock goes back an hour on Sunday. Any chane several?
I should wake up seventy-eight years old...or feeling like it.
I reckon...
The chap in shot-1 far-right = shot-2 far-left (i.e., our good Father Park, that's the easy one).
The chap in shot-1 = shot-2 2nd-from-right.
The chap shot-1 middle = shot-2 2nd-from-left.
Beyond that, it's all a bit of a fog.
Speaking of which, how's those beers going Mike...?
Er...
"The chap in shot-1 = shot-2 2nd-from-right.
should read
"The chap in shot-1 2nd-from-right = shot-2 2nd-from-right."
Goddam the fog, the fog...
Just finished the last. As the actual day is ...er, today, I'd best go to bed.
Now, Jacob, taken answer by answer:
Yes: Father Park twenty-one years apart.
No: Scruffy would be upset.
No: Lancelot would be extremely discombobulated! Not to say pissed off.
Oh bugger!
Look, this really needs a woman's eye.
Kath? Caz?
Dear Father Park; moi was 50 once and I got over it. In fact you're only 50 for one moment in time, whatever time is.
Happy birthday Father Park and may your moments last for eternity.
Maybe time is nothing, just nothing at all.
Ah Bertie, happy days, happy days.
We only ever have moments, cherish them and those you love.
Best of everything on your birthday.
Love
C
It was my youngest 23rd today.
I gave him and extra hour of life as my gift. 25 instead of 24 hours
An extra hour of life, such a precious gift I said.
One more hour of misery he replied (with a smile).
The old maxim applies:
When you have stuff (life) in abundance you treasure it less.
Nice family pics Mike.
Trust everyone had a great time.
What about a pic of the delectable pig on the spit eh?
Very nice pics, Mike.
Yesterday we went to my maternal cousin's place for a family reunion. There were cousins, spouses, 2nd- 3rd- and 4th-cousins, an aunt and her great-great-niece...
I was too busy eating, drinking, yacking, etc., so didn't get around to taking any pics. Anyway there were young folk there with all sorts of cameras, so I'll get a disc of all their output.
By the way... so, who's who?
Michael, what's the story behind the medals on the wall in the birthday photos? Are they family?
The 49 and 366 days reminds me of my favourite Aunt who informed me once that she so enjoyed being 21 she stayed that way for the next 30 years. :)
That would be the Old Boy on the left (RAAF WWII) and the grandfather (Ist AIF).
The gradfather's story is rather involved. He started out in the Boxer Rebellion in China; found his way to the Boer War and enlisted in the Ist AIF.
The medals tell the tale of a rather hardened survivor. I have the material from the War Memorial someplace. In short: the Gallipoli Star; the Military Medal (Gallippoli); Mentioned in Despatches (Pozziers) and the Distinguished Conduct Medal (Mouqet Farm).
The latter was a "reduced" award as the grizzled old bugger had shown insubordination (he "struck" a superior for which read pushed past) in ignoring orders to retreat and rescued "many" men in the forward trenches whilst under heavy shell-fire.
Ok, the key:
1st, far right = 2nd, far left (Father Park)
1st, 2nd right = 2nd, middle photo (Scruff)
1st, middle = 2nd, far right (Lancelot)
1st, far left = 2nd, second from right (Rear Admiral Curt-Arse)
I wasn't aware Australia was in the Bower Rebellion (though a quick Google offers a fair few sources). Gee whiz we Aussies got about at the turn of the century: Boxer, Boer and then off to Europe.
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