Reflections of an old cunt.

[Guest Snatch]

I fucking love my life and spend my free time making the most of it.

I work for my money,don't earn alot but am happy.

Grumpers,you've given us a run down of your day but forgot to tell us what you'll be wearing this evening.

[Guest JackoTC]

I went to see my dad a few weeks ago. Now i havnt seen this cunt since 1988, and I thought he might like to know that he has 3 grandchildren. So I open a Facebook account and do some hunting for a few days, find some people who are were likely candidates for cousins and messaged them. Couple of weeks later I get a messeage from my cousin Emma saying "bla bla bla, how do you do." I say "how do you do" and we get chatting. She informs me that yes she talks to my old man and she'll let him know I'm about. So, I get his number and give him a ring, we chat for a while and I arrange to drive to fucking Crewe (shithole.) I arrive in Crewe and make my way there. The door is opened by some Scouse cunt, looking like a fucking skelelton, he says "I'm so and so, I'm your dads carer (He's old and infirm, I know this as My cousin told me.) So I enter the abode and move to the front room which full of empty cans of Special Brew. Dad is sitting on the couch, I say "wotcha, how are ya?" He mumbles some shit in reply, I sit down and spend some time chatting to the scouse cunt because the old man seems incapable of saying very much due to having only 3 teeth and a can of brew permanently in front of his cakehole. So I'm chatting away to scouse cunt and the old man mumbles some shit to scouse cunt, scouse replies and then turns back to me.

"Do you mind giving us a lift down the road?" He says. "Yeah, no probs." I reply and off we go.

We pull up at some park and wait a few minutes, then some other northern monkey turns up and mumbles something unintelligable, scouse git counts out £200, hands it over to other northerner, he hands scouse cunt a small weed bag and off we go.

I'm thinking to myself "£200 is a lot of money to be spending on weed, maybe it's a celebration because the long lost son has come to visit or something?"

So we arrive back at the flat and scouse git hands the old man the bag. Now I'm curious to see what the fuck this is here. Old man opens the bag and tips the contents on the table. 10 £20 rocks of fucking crack the filthy fucking crack smoking loser. He then pulls out a home made crack pipe, crushes up a rock and proceeds to smoke the fucker.

This went on for the rest of the night and was boring as fuck. He livened up a little once the crack had taken hold and he preceeded to regale me with tales of drug related escapades from the 70s.

I fucked off at 7.30 the next morning and wont be going back.

That's what a life of being free does for you. He's never had a job and spent his entire life wandering around drinking and taking drugs. Now he's a 68 year old man with a £200 a night crack habit and housebound.

Frankly I'd rather have a job.

See what you started Grumps with all this maudlin shit of yours ? And by the way Deebom - it was only £190 he handed me - tell the crack headed cunt he owes me another tenner.

[Guest deebom]

Pffft. What kind of cunt doesn't count the money there and then?

[Guest DrCunt]

I went to see my dad a few weeks ago. Now i havnt seen this cunt since 1988, and I thought he might like to know that he has 3 grandchildren. So I open a Facebook account and do some hunting for a few days, find some people who are were likely candidates for cousins and messaged them. Couple of weeks later I get a messeage from my cousin Emma saying "bla bla bla, how do you do." I say "how do you do" and we get chatting. She informs me that yes she talks to my old man and she'll let him know I'm about. So, I get his number and give him a ring, we chat for a while and I arrange to drive to fucking Crewe (shithole.) I arrive in Crewe and make my way there. The door is opened by some Scouse cunt, looking like a fucking skelelton, he says "I'm so and so, I'm your dads carer (He's old and infirm, I know this as My cousin told me.) So I enter the abode and move to the front room which full of empty cans of Special Brew. Dad is sitting on the couch, I say "wotcha, how are ya?" He mumbles some shit in reply, I sit down and spend some time chatting to the scouse cunt because the old man seems incapable of saying very much due to having only 3 teeth and a can of brew permanently in front of his cakehole. So I'm chatting away to scouse cunt and the old man mumbles some shit to scouse cunt, scouse replies and then turns back to me.

"Do you mind giving us a lift down the road?" He says. "Yeah, no probs." I reply and off we go.

We pull up at some park and wait a few minutes, then some other northern monkey turns up and mumbles something unintelligable, scouse git counts out £200, hands it over to other northerner, he hands scouse cunt a small weed bag and off we go.

I'm thinking to myself "£200 is a lot of money to be spending on weed, maybe it's a celebration because the long lost son has come to visit or something?"

So we arrive back at the flat and scouse git hands the old man the bag. Now I'm curious to see what the fuck this is here. Old man opens the bag and tips the contents on the table. 10 £20 rocks of fucking crack the filthy fucking crack smoking loser. He then pulls out a home made crack pipe, crushes up a rock and proceeds to smoke the fucker.

This went on for the rest of the night and was boring as fuck. He livened up a little once the crack had taken hold and he preceeded to regale me with tales of drug related escapades from the 70s.

I fucked off at 7.30 the next morning and wont be going back.

That's what a life of being free does for you. He's never had a job and spent his entire life wandering around drinking and taking drugs. Now he's a 68 year old man with a £200 a night crack habit and housebound.

Frankly I'd rather have a job.

I made £150 on that deal, sorry about that!

[Guest nobgobbler]

I went to see my dad a few weeks ago. Now i havnt seen this cunt since 1988, and I thought he might like to know that he has 3 grandchildren. So I open a Facebook account and do some hunting for a few days, find some people who are were likely candidates for cousins and messaged them. Couple of weeks later I get a messeage from my cousin Emma saying "bla bla bla, how do you do." I say "how do you do" and we get chatting. She informs me that yes she talks to my old man and she'll let him know I'm about. So, I get his number and give him a ring, we chat for a while and I arrange to drive to fucking Crewe (shithole.) I arrive in Crewe and make my way there. The door is opened by some Scouse cunt, looking like a fucking skelelton, he says "I'm so and so, I'm your dads carer (He's old and infirm, I know this as My cousin told me.) So I enter the abode and move to the front room which full of empty cans of Special Brew. Dad is sitting on the couch, I say "wotcha, how are ya?" He mumbles some shit in reply, I sit down and spend some time chatting to the scouse cunt because the old man seems incapable of saying very much due to having only 3 teeth and a can of brew permanently in front of his cakehole. So I'm chatting away to scouse cunt and the old man mumbles some shit to scouse cunt, scouse replies and then turns back to me.
"Do you mind giving us a lift down the road?" He says. "Yeah, no probs." I reply and off we go.
We pull up at some park and wait a few minutes, then some other northern monkey turns up and mumbles something unintelligable, scouse git counts out £200, hands it over to other northerner, he hands scouse cunt a small weed bag and off we go.
I'm thinking to myself "£200 is a lot of money to be spending on weed, maybe it's a celebration because the long lost son has come to visit or something?"
So we arrive back at the flat and scouse git hands the old man the bag. Now I'm curious to see what the fuck this is here. Old man opens the bag and tips the contents on the table. 10 £20 rocks of fucking crack the filthy fucking crack smoking loser. He then pulls out a home made crack pipe, crushes up a rock and proceeds to smoke the fucker.
This went on for the rest of the night and was boring as fuck. He livened up a little once the crack had taken hold and he preceeded to regale me with tales of drug related escapades from the 70s.
I fucked off at 7.30 the next morning and wont be going back.
That's what a life of being free does for you. He's never had a job and spent his entire life wandering around drinking and taking drugs. Now he's a 68 year old man with a £200 a night crack habit and housebound.
Frankly I'd rather have a job.

that's rather sad that is deeb.

[Guest judgetwi]

The young lad throwing rocks at his sister brings back memories for me.  I never threw rocks at her, but the cunts on the playground sure took a few in the teeth.  I would get to date the girls because I threw rocks at the thick bastards that threw rocks at them. 

Jackanory.........Jackanory............Jackanory........So exactly how old were you when you were "dating" these girls who the other boys were throwing rocks at?  Load of old bullshit .

[Guest]

I went for a hoon down the street on my scooter yesterday to get my paper and saw a young family playing in the park. A mischievous shithead lad of about eight was throwing rocks at his sister and It reminded me of myself at his age. It made me think back to when I was a lad who could have been anything and I paused to reflect on life, the decisions I have made, the stupid things I have done, and the end result of my journey as I am faced with my own mortality. I will not go into my own personal journey, but the one thing I have learned is we spend so much time working hard in order to have nice things, a nice house, a flash car, but how much time do we spend actually living? We judge ourselves and are judged on our collections of nice trinkets and devote so much time into improving our social status that I think we may miss the point of what really matters. I thought back to the times I was really happy and it turns out it was simple things like fishing with kids, going on a picnic with Mrs Grumps back when she was putting out, and hunting with the lads.

I am sounding like a nostalgic old cunt which is totally out of context for me, but getting old and realising you only get one crack at it and cant go back is a massive cunt. Think about it cunts and what's important to you.

Righto, cue the insults and here is a pre-emptive suck my balls and get fucked.

A lot of things have changed since the early 1800s.

[Guest]

A lot of things have changed since the early 1800s.

 

I know Pen. Back then we didn't have condoms and ferret training was big business........Yes I went there, don't get mad at me I cant help myself.
 

[Guest KuntaCunty]

Jackanory.........Jackanory............Jackanory........So exactly how old were you when you were "dating" these girls who the other boys were throwing rocks at?  Load of old bullshit .

 

Jealousy, Judy?  How predictable!  Get fucked you tedious old fuckstain.

[Guest]

Jealousy, Judy?  How predictable!  Get fucked you tedious old fuckstain.

 

I think the silly old cunts on his rags KC.

[Guest KuntaCunty]

I think the silly old cunts on his rags KC.

 

He should have bled to death months ago, the smelly fucking prick! 

[Guest deebom]

It's true Jazz. I couldnt really give a fuck if the the northerners want to sell each other drugs. As for me dad, I couldnt give a fuck about that either. He obviously hasnt got much longer for this world so if crack smoking makes him happy then fair enough. He doesnt get to meet his grandkids. MsBoms dad is a great grandad to them and that's all they need.

[Guest TheCatWoman]

It's true Jazz. I couldnt really give a fuck if the the northerners want to sell each other drugs. As for me dad, I couldnt give a fuck about that either. He obviously hasnt got much longer for this world so if crack smoking makes him happy then fair enough. He doesnt get to meet his grandkids. MsBoms dad is a great grandad to them and that's all they need.

Kidnap your dad, put him in a room with boarded up windows and a locked door and feed him chicken soup while he goes cold turkey.  My brother had a particularly nasty cocaine habit which he kicked 10 years ago along with the booze.  He's a successful, happy grandad to 5 now, but that's the difference between intelligent southerners and thicko northerners for you I suppose..........

[Decimus]

What a load of navel-gazing "look at me, look at me!", self-congratulatory, insincere, absolute fucking bollocks.

On the one hand you have got some racist old cunt labouring under the misapprehension that people give a fuck that he's almost dead and regrets fucking up his entire life. On the other you've got Dee" the truth is out there"Bom giving it his best x-factor sob story about some crack addled pensioner from Crewe. Add to that the insincere platitudes of other members, plus the distinct lack of any sort of abuse, and you have got another mumsnet classic from the early days of the Corner. 

Fucking shite. 

[Guest judgetwi]

37 minutes ago, Decimus said:

What a load of navel-gazing "look at me, look at me!", self-congratulatory, insincere, absolute fucking bollocks.

On the one hand you have got some racist old cunt labouring under the misapprehension that people give a fuck that he's almost dead and regrets fucking up his entire life. On the other you've got Dee" the truth is out there"Bom giving it his best x-factor sob story about some crack addled pensioner from Crewe. Add to that the insincere platitudes of other members, plus the distinct lack of any sort of abuse, and you have got another mumsnet classic from the early days of the Corner. 

Fucking shite. 

 Not quite. There’s one cunt getting in there with some cynical abuse and being unappreciated as usual. 

While we’re on the subject I don’t know what all this “all our yesterdays” trip of yours is about but it’s fucking boring.

”Fucking shite” as you so rightly say.

[Decimus]

8 minutes ago, judgetwi said:

 Not quite. There’s one cunt getting in there with some cynical abuse and being unappreciated as usual. 

While we’re on the subject I don’t know what all this “all our yesterdays” trip of yours is about but it’s fucking boring.

”Fucking shite” as you so rightly say.

I did try and give you a like for it, but alas my quota has run out for the day.

As you were missing for a good two years, I can't be arsed to explain where it comes from. Needless to say the brief summary is that there is a small subsection of members who lionise and mythologise the earlier days of The Corner. I just enjoy pointing out what a load of bollocks it is. Just like your Daily Mail influenced view of a Britain of yore, when the Kray's walked your dear old nan across the street, and women would sleep with you because they hadn't had their head turned by well hung black gentleman.

Idiot.

[Guest judgetwi]

35 minutes ago, Decimus said:

I did try and give you a like for it, but alas my quota has run out for the day.

As you were missing for a good two years, I can't be arsed to explain where it comes from. Needless to say the brief summary is that there is a small subsection of members who lionise and mythologise the earlier days of The Corner. I just enjoy pointing out what a load of bollocks it is. Just like your Daily Mail influenced view of a Britain of yore, when the Kray's walked your dear old nan across the street, and women would sleep with you because they hadn't had their head turned by well hung black gentleman.

Idiot.

Ah, extracting ideas from my head that aren’t actually there.

Some things never change.

No matter, i’ll get by , idiot or otherwise.

[PANZER MURPHY]

I'm alone and i like it that way I'm an antisocial individual. .dont hate people or anything like that I just prefer me own company izall. .hard story deebz. .personally I'd close the book on that chapter..you've done your duty  

Panzerknacker 

[Mrs Roops]

1 hour ago, Decimus said:

What a load of navel-gazing "look at me, look at me!", self-congratulatory, insincere, absolute fucking bollocks.

On the one hand you have got some racist old cunt labouring under the misapprehension that people give a fuck that he's almost dead and regrets fucking up his entire life. On the other you've got Dee" the truth is out there"Bom giving it his best x-factor sob story about some crack addled pensioner from Crewe. Add to that the insincere platitudes of other members, plus the distinct lack of any sort of abuse, and you have got another mumsnet classic from the early days of the Corner. 

Fucking shite. 

Firstly, this is hardly "from the early days of the Corner", in fact the nom was conceived after you joined!. Secondly, contrary to what you say, there seems to be a fair sprinkling of abuse, even though the purpose of the site is to abuse the subject rather than each other, moreover the Corner is better for having a diversity of subjects, content and style. Maybe you're acting twenty years older that you are 'cos you know the subject nom is you in later life and whilst you have the wit and intelligence to do something about it you aint got the balls to escape the rut of being a form-filling, flexi-time driven jobsworth.

[Frank]

Decimus?

[Jiggerycock]

9 minutes ago, Mrs Roops said:

Firstly, this is hardly "from the early days of the Corner", in fact the nom was conceived after you joined!. Secondly, contrary to what you say, there seems to be a fair sprinkling of abuse, even though the purpose of the site is to abuse the subject rather than each other, moreover the Corner is better for having a diversity of subjects, content and style. Maybe you're acting twenty years older that you are 'cos you know the subject nom is you in later life and whilst you have the wit and intelligence to do something about it you aint got the balls to escape the rut of being a form-filling, flexi-time driven jobsworth.

This is just like that referee that hoofed that footballer in the French League (it can smart a fair bit, being hoofed in 'The French League') a few weeks ago.

You expect impartiality and to keep things on an even keel - but instead you get hoofed in the French League!

Nasty.

[camberwell gypsy]

36 minutes ago, Mrs Roops said:

Firstly, this is hardly "from the early days of the Corner", in fact the nom was conceived after you joined!. Secondly, contrary to what you say, there seems to be a fair sprinkling of abuse, even though the purpose of the site is to abuse the subject rather than each other, moreover the Corner is better for having a diversity of subjects, content and style. Maybe you're acting twenty years older that you are 'cos you know the subject nom is you in later life and whilst you have the wit and intelligence to do something about it you aint got the balls to escape the rut of being a form-filling, flexi-time driven jobsworth.

form-filling, flexi-time driven jobsworth! Is he after your job then? 

[cuntspotter]

I had  job ......... once.

[Guest Wizardsleeve]

6 minutes ago, cuntspotter said:

I had  job ......... once.

Patience Spotto....

 

[Decimus]

2 hours ago, Mrs Roops said:

 Maybe you're acting twenty years older that you are 'cos you know the subject nom is you in later life and whilst you have the wit and intelligence to do something about it you aint got the balls to escape the rut of being a form-filling, flexi-time driven jobsworth.

I note from your own contribution to the thread that at the time of posting you were in your early forties. As a woman, we all know that you're predisposed to knock a few years off your age. Bearing that in mind, I'd estimate that if you're not yet 50, you're definitely on the cusp. That being said, you're far closer than I to starting your own reflections on being an old cunt.

Time to get typing, Mrs R. I'll return the favour in a couple of decades if you're not dead or senile by then.