In search of & in praise of older women...
Posted: Thursday, 05 January 2006 |
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Well, as I have already stated, being the owner of my second pair of dentures I am well on my way to meeting the criteria for this section. As far as equal opperchancities is concerned I do have a fair way to travel, I can confirm that there are more laddies than lassies lavvies at 'paradise' which does not always desist some individuals from attempting to avail themselves of paper cola cups, (beer cans are no longer allowed in the ground), or for that matter other peoples pockets.All this to avoid the half time crush for hot dogs and pizza and of course in a bid not to miss the prize pitch draw.
GrannyE. DBE.RM from Auchenshuggle
I'm just wonderin if all the gibberings on this site are actually a procrastinators way of dirverting their own attention from their writers block. What I really want to know is how my 15 year old is able to spell such a word and should I stop her pocket money for suggesting such a thing of her dear old mammy
GrannyE. DBE.RM from Auchenshuggle swabbin down the veranda
I doubt it will be as soon as 200 years. The trouble is that most women look at what it takes to be CEO's in many industries and refuse to stoop so low or work a 20 hour day. We just don't have enough testosterone to care about running a huge conglomerate thats raping the planet, exploit the third world etc. Why do you think there are so few women in politics? Because they've got more sense and better thing to do. I walked out of a sucessful career two years ago because I had the wake up call. I'd come up to Arran for my birthday and was sitting on the beach the morning after the night before and realised I wanted to come back (the complete opposite to the way I felt at 17 when I escaped swearing I'd never live on that god forsaken pile of rubble again). I knew I'd have to give up the flash career and when the thought went through my head I felt absolutely no regret, only relief. Best thing I ever did! My income dropped a bit but I spent most of my earnings living the lifestyle and trying to "enjoy" myself on the rare occasions I wasn't up to my neck with work. Most of my female friend baled out at about the same point, just before you hit the top jobs because we just don't want or need the pressure, lack of home life and heartattack when we hit 40. Ah that's better, I haven't had a good rant for ages! I'm afraid I don't know any 200 year old women Calumannabel but I could invite my old boss who has been with a certain blue chip advertising company for 15 years, she looks about 200 and is cynical, ruthless and evil enough to have been around for atleast a couple of centuries?
Sunny from Arran
The report that Calum described has got me well fashed and no mistake. Sisters, let us unite to fight for kagouls, hiking boots, crampons, minty tablet and ropes with those special clippy-things called carabinas so that we can climb to these higher echelons! Let us practice on the Clisham, bivouac on precarious ledges and learn to soar with the guga. Let us requisition Chrissie Mary’s novelty cromack selection as walking poles. Let us become skilled in Cross training, and all other fitness regimes from Ness villages, to improve our speed and stamina for the mountaineering tasks ahead of us. I propose that GrannieEllie, with her extensive literature and expertise on Lofty Peaks® should be our spokesperson on Equal Opperchansities in High Places. Would the Arran oarswomen take a lead role on the stamina trainiing? I’d already made my new year resolution to beautify myself for the fank, but I’m making even more life changes now and have begun to make plans for working in higher places. I’ll start tomorrow by tarring the roofing felt on the henhouse.
Annie B from Lone Sheiling 17
Companies making Blue Chips? There's sophistication in Arran we cannot keep up with up here in the 'Klondyke' Is this something we should be thinking of serving with Guga at the Fank? Are they microwaveable?
Finlay John McCain from The Frying Scotsman Cross
Surely people don’t need to spend 20 hours a day in the high echelons? That IS a daft idea. I enjoyed putting the tar of the henhouse roof but it only took three quarters of an hour to do that. (N.b. ‘tar on the henhouse roof’ is not a reference to JD / Tennesee Ernie Williams' work before that smart-alec from the Cross University Department of Visual Studies butts in again). On Monday I’m planning to go up a ladder to clean the rones. That shouldn’t take more than an hour or two. Also Arnish has a flash career as a lighthouse but he seems to have time for exploring the island, researching and taking photographs. We just need to think this through. P.S. Charles Morrison on Point Street in Stornoway used to sell testosterone on the second shelf near the kerosene, but the shop's closed now so I don't know where we'd get some.
Annie B from Lone Sheiling 17
I've heard that the Morrisons of Ness have put in for European funding for an artificial ski slope in The High Echelons of which Muirneag is the principal peak. No doubt they'll hoodwink the mainland pwers that be with their cunning plan.
Calum the Guga Edwards from Val Disere Lodge Lionel
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