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Things to look forward to when you’re 70! (apart from a delayed pension). I’ve O’D’d on Glucosamine Sulphate, so much I’m mentally scarred. It’s escalated now I’m 70… I’ve even mainlined on my Senior Railcard… I bow down to the Norse God Voltarol… He eases all my pains… and there’s Deep Heat, Germaloids, even Anusol for the other stresses and strains. The wondrous Winter Fuel Allowance! That’s what lights our lamp these dark days -  ahh, those twilight hours But after the logs, it’s not Leccy or Gas we crave? No! We buy booze with ours… the Whisky, Gin, Vodka, Wine; a drop of Brandy too.   It all helps to numb the cold and memories of happier times gone by - brighten up this bloody growing old. Supplements, sterols, statins, aspirin, beta blockers… All the heart meds - life really is a battle. In the 60s it was Sex and Drugs and Rock ’n’ Roll… Now there’s less sex and a lot more rattle! Viagra fails to make it now - “no more”, after the last ...

Don’s the One… He’s Trump! Back then - as a lad he picked up his millions from his dad. He’s Trump. Yeh - Dad made millions… passed one on … he picked it up and started the run -   Need to make a zillion? Just watch this - be rude about people take the piss Buy a bit of land - build a casino - use slave labour - treat em like dirt - we know ,   in Atlantic City, It’s a dump…   Moves On. Stamps on the meek makes ‘em squirm - He’s Trump. Do something naughty - Oi - we saw yer - I’ll cover it up - get a good lawyer. Loves the limelight can’t get enough… Porn Star? Can’t tell the truth makes up stuff One rule for me - one for you … Fancy a slinky bird will she screw? Fancy a hump? Say you didn’t do it - who’s to know.  He’d refuse a pardon to an innocent on death row. I’m Trump. I’m a bit special and Life’s a doddle … Havin’ it off with a Slovenian model (or two)… Yeh…fancy a broad grab her pu...

'Cuzz' By Chris Slade This new friendship. This journey on which we were just setting out. How will we work it now you've...well...gone? It was going so well. That's the way I saw it anyhow It had only been a year - we two - back in each other's circle... Same planet - different orbit. Though I'll never know now what your thoughts might have been.. This 44 year gap in our 'acquaintance', for that's all you'd ever say it was, ...it closed at dad's (your Uncle Bud's), funeral - as he leapt 'on-flame' to the ether. He didn't half  want to go..."Why don't they just let me slip away?" And then It was you I wanted to know amongst those finger buffet scoffers. Those ribboned aces never knew that Bud just kick-started their Lancasters and 'Spits' at Leconfield and Liberia. Bud's morphine muted passing proved positive,and thankfully at last -  (he might remember now) - he helped kick-star...