My memory is not what it used to be
 

OK, over this weekend i did the following......

on saturday morning i dropped my mobile on the floor but it seemed ok. Later, i got a text message and when i tried to reply the message failed.....'hmmm' thinks rog, 'i may have broken my phone'. So i open my phone which took bloody ages, and got the SIM card out. i put the sim in my old phone which took me half a bloody hour to get the back off and tried texting again......still i got message failure!. so thinks rog ' the bloody network is down'.....so i replace the sim back in my newer phone which once again took bloody ages. so i get my works mobile ( different service provider) which is new and try to send a message on that phone........BUT! the predictive text is switched on and i can't figure out how to turn it off so i can't sort a message out. So, i get the sim card out of my works phone and put it in my old phone - again this takes bloody ages- then finally text my mate about going for a pint telling him the network is down hence the delay but by then he's given up waiting at the pub and gone home. So, i then spend the rest of the evening on and off trying to text people only to keep getting message failures and i'm ranting about how shite O2 is and how i'm changing to Orange etc etc...........
Next morning i try again but still i can't text out....by now i'm really pissed off with O2.. so i phone them up and moan about the network but they say they haven't had any other complaint's but they would investigate. Later in the afternoon my missus shouts me to phone our friends to go for a drink so i get my phone and try to call them and get....." YOUR O2 CREDIT IS EMPTY":o:o.......'How the hell can this be' shouts rog 'i had over £20 credit on friday night and all i've done is phone my son on friday night when i was pissed.........oh yeah, he's in australia:o:o:o. I become a laughing stock!

yesterday evening i go out and have a few pints with our friends. i get home and i say to the missus ' why do i feel so drunk when i've only had 4 pints?'......i'm going on about the bar staff giving me premium strength lager by mistake when my wife says that i probably feel pissed because of the bottle of red i had consumed before we went to the pub:o
once again rest of the family snigger at my stupidity........

Re: My memory is not what it used to be
 

Forget your memory Rog, it's your liver I'm worried about... ;)

Re: My memory is not what it used to be
 

heh! i have the odd day off you know.......:p:D

Re: My memory is not what it used to be
 

YOU ARE DYING.

Re: My memory is not what it used to be
 

So are you....:p

Don't worry Rog. I'm getting the same too, about banal day-to-day things (although I am still spot-on when it comes to work, as I proved so awesomely on my Zimbabwean immigration appeal today \o/).

I think, as the old Homer Simpson saying goes, every time something new comes into my brain something old pops out.

Do an experiment for me:

Ask your friend to call you in two minutes' time. Pick up your car keys when he rings, walk around the house chatting to him for a minute or two. Now find your car keys. :D

Re: My memory is not what it used to be
 

that may be so but at least i'll go with a better taste in music:p:D....:D

Re: My memory is not what it used to be
 

i bet you quite like 'the darkness'..........

Re: My memory is not what it used to be
 

i'd argue with you but i wouldnt want to take the small reassurance a dying man can get in these trying times.
there there
there there
it's ok
yes, old dying man, i sure do like that falsetto of his
easy now dont strain yrself. your liver might explode
therrre we go


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November 26, 9:15 am, public park.

Re: My memory is not what it used to be
 

Your attempt at humour comes across as patronising at best and ageist at worst. Frankly i would have expected better from a -ah- moderator but i appear to have overestimated you...........;)

Re: My memory is not what it used to be
 

History shows that there is nothing about being a moderator that precludes being a twat. :D



Ooops... I think I just shot myself in the foot there, didn't I? :eek: