Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Thought for the Day

As delivered to BBC Radio Bristol this morning:

How old do you have to be to be old? Hmm.

There's been a guy in the Shopping Centre in Nailsea these last few days standing in front of an unusual sign. It says, 'Where will your socks go when you die?'

It's a good tease. Investigation reveals a man trying to persuade passers-by to make a will with a charitable donation.

He has a tricky job. Once you know what he is about it is hard to avoid the feeling that if he approaches you he reckons you're about to croak. He let me go past, but I had studiously avoided eye contact.

The losing team on The Apprentice last week produced a dating site for the over 50s. It fell into the trap of treating us as if all we wanted was friendship and flowers. There was a market for a relationship site for that age group but frankly it needed to be funkier.

Barry Crier says there are three age groups - youth, middle-age and 'You look well'.

A young man called Elihu speaks in the Bible. 'It is not only the old who are wise' he says. Couldn't agree more. But we have learned some stuff as the days passed.

A proverb tells us that grey hair is a crown of splendour, a sign of a righteous life. I have a few greys but most remain resolutely whatever colour this is. Draw your own conclusions but please. Don't treat me as a silver surfer.

Anyway, what I really want to know is not where my socks go when I die. Where do my socks go now, while I'm alive. Any thoughts?


Greenpatches said...

Into the laundry basket?

markk said...

disappearing socks is the only bit of quantum theory I can understand :(

RuthJ said...

Love the punchline!