Bob and Paul.

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The above? ………..an essential watch.

Whitehouse and Mortimer? Gone Fishing. Watched this lovely series since first episode. Loved each and every one. Sit, relax and simply chuckle. Love the word chuckle. Can’t wait for the upcoming treat of another of their Christmas specials this year. They tell me, through genius humour, that I’m relevant still. It’s ok to be an older, crabby at times, wry humour at other times and sometimes it feels that everything is wrong yet oh so time of your life right. They show that it is okay to be not hung up in wondering why ‘losing what once was’ involving skin sagging and year by year hair loss version of your former self doesn’t actually matter in the grand scheme of life. They speak of feeling comfortable in your years. Despite their heart problems. The premise of why they started the programme from the start.

I’ve felt for a few years now, I actually don’t give a second thought or glance at regret. When you reflect and realise a life lived is a life to focus on and be happy with. Focus on the positives. I’m a son, brother, husband, father, Grancha, musician, potter, photographer, artist, etc. until recently……a staff nurse and now? A pensioner. They have the simplicity of a wonderful aim. It involves ambitious creation alongside pure enjoyment of life.

In reality? It would be fantastic to achieve a small vegetable garden next year, an end of day sit with a bourbon whilst looking at universal stars, reading a decent book and listening to amazing music. Alongside playing guitar, banging out a few rhythms on the djembe, cooking up a decent meal and writing out thoughts and promises with a wonderful fountain pen.

Essentially…..My beautiful VeeDub comforts with basic realisations. Most important?…….being alongside Angie and her unique loveliness. The VeeDub? Cue beach party whilst dancing under the sun, moon and stars with a wild burning log fire blazing. Sparks rising in the dark and laughter floating in the breeze. Conversation amongst a group interspersed with quiet hushed self reflections. That is a scenario to die for.? No that is a scenario worth living for.

So. Back to Bob and Paul….Thank you for fishing for life’s answers. The simple laughs and p*ss takes about yourselves equate as the simple pleasures that make life worthwhile.

As Paul and Bob say ‘You‘re very lucky to be here’ Ain’t that the truth.

2 thoughts on “Bob and Paul.”

  1. These profound post require comment. When you were young, did you ever consider growing old? Or picture yourself as an “old man?” Has growing old left you with a feeling of regret or longing for the past? Personally, I was thrilled to turn 50, now that 60 is staring me in the face, the enthusiasm isn’t there. I don’t consider myself getting old, though my body enjoys reminding me.

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    1. Funny enough, the first song I ever wrote was called ‘Old Man’. Inspired by very earl psychedelic Status Quo songs. ‘Old man. Your life’s not wasted. Not so bad. Not crumbled ‘round you. Old man. You can show me the light. You’ve earned the right’. Maybe I was thinking of myself as I am now. 😆 When nursing I was really bad at harking back into my history. Nursing didn’t sit well with the ‘Artist’ past times. You hit it on the head stating 50. Mind you…60 actually felt okay too. It was this years realisation at 66 that made me realise it’s 4 years off 70 and that is a really big deal. We both have inquisitive minds Danny. So occupy the mind, occupy the body. Cheers for your thoughts and insights.

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