A Different Kettle of Fish
What an entirely
different
kettle of fish
it is today,
don’t you think ..
A whole new
ball game, for this
our brave
new world ..
Quite different
to the one
we all grew up in,
isn’t it ..
Now we have
Covid 19
to contend with,
not to
mention iPhones,
or that AI ..
Is it really any
wonder
so very many of us
look back
fondly to when
steam was
king and when
honour
meant everything
long
before textspeak
and all
acronyms
were frowned on DYK ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments7
Oh, the tune we played then. Dear Neville. What a kettle of fish it was. You could make love and not die. Watch TV and not cry.
Oh yes, I remember it well.. Thanks a bundle Jez .. Neville
“Those were the days, my friend, We thought …… “
It’s just change, Neville..gotta have change – even if I personally don’t bloody like much of it…
it's the only constant innit .. but just because it is and we realise it .. we don't have to appreciate or like it much, do we .. at least we are both on the same side .. cheers Dave .. Neville
Yes, I of course, was on 'The Rocket' steam train when it first reached the terrifying speed of 29mph, I think it was.
I give KP a literal kettle of fish for her dinner! lol.
You need to slow down a bit sir .. or you are gonna spiral out of control ..
So very true, my friend.
Cheers Thomas, glad I'm not the only one .. Neville
I wonder it our ancesters spoke of the times before fire? I often look back on (those days) and just feel happy that I was able to live them. I got the feeling Neville and have to agree
I like the way you looked at and subsequently felt, upon finding these words of mine .. many thanks
Completely agree, Neville. Things have moved on so quickly, but not for the better. A fine write.
I find it interesting that someone your age is also aware of how quickly things have moved on .. I woz gonna say progressed but I think moved on is more wot I meant .. cheers old fella ..
Yeah, I'm a few years off fifty, but so glad I grew up before the internet etc.. There doesn't seem to be anything particularly sociable about social media either come to that. Cheers, Neviile.
Excellent
Here I am swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground .. hankering after the glory days of yore .. But will always have time to say thank you my friend .. Thank you my friend .. Neville
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