Sat at my desk a few minutes ago, with a mingled sense of dread and bewilderment, it dawned on me that I'm turning into Alan Carter.
Alan Carter was a bloke I used to work with, late 30s, nice chap, liked to "tinker with his consciousness" (his words), cracker of a Judy in tow, perpetually knackered, pleasantly and ironically miserable, with a thatch of curly, poorly tended hair. One anagram of his name is "Anal Crater". Mine: "Hotel Jism". Didn't want to be him, not really.
Who are you turning into as time marches inexorably on?
It's a scary question and just thinking about an answer could trigger a huge mid-life crisis in many of us...
Most people in my experience end up turning into clones of their parents, which I'm sure could be possible. The scary thing there is that in that case I have married the worst person in the world if she eventually turns into her mum.
I suddenly realised to my horror the other day that I was turning into a slight copy of my former Boss, which concerned me a little I must admit as she is a) slightly insane b) impossible to tell anything and c) way too idealistic for this modern world. Plus a woman to boot.
I'm sure part of me is turning into the conservative teachers I so desperately wanted to escape while I was at school, but a bigger part is hopefully the "cool teachers" I had and still remember fondly to this day.
Oh, and some middle aged fat bastard useless cricketer that should have already retired, but that could apply to any of us.
Oh and my anagram - Leave Derby or (say in Slovene accent - Lay Bred Eve)
I was a teenage Conservative, a progressive liberal in my 20's, and now in my 30's I appear to be veering towards socialism. I hope this doesn't continue like this or there's every chance I'll be Joseph Stalin when I retire. Or even worse, Tony Benn.
Otherwise, yes I'm turning into my dad, with his laziness and obsession with trivialities. Rather pleasantly, my girlfriend reckons I'm turning into quite a hunk, which would mark quite a transformation.
Muppet wrote: I was a teenage Conservative, a progressive liberal in my 20's, and now in my 30's I appear to be veering towards socialism. I hope this doesn't continue like this or there's every chance I'll be Joseph Stalin when I retire. Or even worse, Tony Benn.
Otherwise, yes I'm turning into my dad, with his laziness and obsession with trivialities. Rather pleasantly, my girlfriend reckons I'm turning into quite a hunk, which would mark quite a transformation.
Incidentally, my anagram: My Hot Bits.
We do need a poster-boy for the socialist revolution ...
I always wanted to turn into a pilot, an ambition that was sadly put to rest with the onset of hayfever. According to my first English teacher, I was a "useless lump of dough" at the age of 8. That was shortly followed by a school report suggesting lazyness in extremis, however, accompanied by a comment remarking that I would be able to charm my way through life. So, am I this amazing charmer? No. Nowhere near. Lucky? Probably.
So into what is it I am turning?
Some lucky, half-baked twenty something stuck in the clouds....
As for my anagram, I have a few (most found while achieving such complimentary school reports):
Snort fumes Surfs to men Sum of rents Sent from us
or, if using my full name:
The Nausea from Slums (which I particularly like).
Best anagram at school was a certain "Nick Cutler". Anagram was "**** Licker...."
El Treasurorio wrote: I always wanted to turn into a pilot, an ambition that was sadly put to rest with the onset of hayfever. According to my first English teacher, I was a "useless lump of dough" at the age of 8. That was shortly followed by a school report suggesting lazyness in extremis, however, accompanied by a comment remarking that I would be able to charm my way through life. So, am I this amazing charmer? No. Nowhere near. Lucky? Probably.
So into what is it I am turning?
Some lucky, half-baked twenty something stuck in the clouds....
As for my anagram, I have a few (most found while achieving such complimentary school reports):
Snort fumes Surfs to men Sum of rents Sent from us
or, if using my full name:
The Nausea from Slums (which I particularly like).
Best anagram at school was a certain "Nick Cutler". Anagram was "**** Licker...."
-- Edited by El Treasurorio at 15:31, 2007-03-02
This is a very moving post
Does hayfever really stop one from flying a plane?
Well....you know the guy in wellies who walks up and down Celovska...I'll be nicking his patch shortly !!
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El Treasurorio wrote: I always wanted to turn into a pilot, an ambition that was sadly put to rest with the onset of hayfever. According to my first English teacher, I was a "useless lump of dough" at the age of 8. That was shortly followed by a school report suggesting lazyness in extremis, however, accompanied by a comment remarking that I would be able to charm my way through life. So, am I this amazing charmer? No. Nowhere near. Lucky? Probably.
So into what is it I am turning?
Some lucky, half-baked twenty something stuck in the clouds....
As for my anagram, I have a few (most found while achieving such complimentary school reports):
Snort fumes Surfs to men Sum of rents Sent from us
or, if using my full name:
The Nausea from Slums (which I particularly like).
Best anagram at school was a certain "Nick Cutler". Anagram was "**** Licker...."
-- Edited by El Treasurorio at 15:31, 2007-03-02
This is a very moving post
Does hayfever really stop one from flying a plane?
It does if you want to join the RAF. At 18, BA didn't have any more sponsored pilot courses left, and I didn't have the 60,000 quid it would have cost me to get my license...
It's not who you're turning into that gets you down, it's who you didn't turn into. Or as Terry and Bob would ask, "What became of the people we used to be"?
I think I've probably stayed there.
