Today’s my birthday. And my stock answer to anyone asking how old I am is : “Quite a bit older than I’d like to be.”
To give you a few clues, when I was born :
- No one knew what a plastic bag was.
- Radios stood on the floor and had aerials stuck up on the roof.
- Tail-lights had to be turned on manually at the back of the car.
- Girls wore dresses. Always.
- Boys had very short hair. Always.
- Women wore gloves and hats every time they left the house.
- Our frig ran on kerosene.
- There was a war on. (So, what’s new?)
- Icecream came in two choices: vanilla, or chocolate-coated vanilla – both in a cone.
- Our telephone number had 3 digits.
My mother was reading a novel during the early stages of labour and her aunt snatched it away from her, and told her she would damage the baby reading stuff like that.
Now there’s a book I wish I knew the title of . Think what I could blame on that author…
Weird stuff:
From yesterday’s paper. A woman here is being charged with apostasy. If found guilty, she could possibly go to jail. She says she’s not a Muslim. And according to the New Straits Times, the prosecutor argued that she was “and the fact that she was charged in the Syariah court proved it.”
Huh?
