domenica 9 luglio 2023

2033.

 The 77 year old had decided to attend 10am mass. That way he got a sleep in. Sometimes he missed those times in the Presbyterian church on a Sunday morning. He still occasionally helped out in the church shop. Old Father Patrick had stopped the sale of condoms, so the Durex machine had been taken down. Sales in holy pictures had dropped off since the Holy Picture Hand Held had become popular. These days the church shop just sold altar wine and past the use by date hosts.

An old 80 year old from up north had seen an opportunity to get back into the stale host trade.


His Sundays were taken up with circulating left over hosts throughout the Hutt Valley. Sometimes he smiled to himself as he thought of his industriousness in the 1960s. It had finally come to pay off.

Over the hill, in Nuova Lazio, another old guy was practising but still not getting gigs.


However, Richard's Bass Bag* had become an AWARD WINNING blog that was very popular with all ages. It was now shown on a huge screen in all major cities.


No one knew what had become of those other minor blogs that went on about religion, dinner, gardening, and storms that might have been strong enough to blow over an outside chair.


A lot of things pass with time, but quality remains.










* the original bass bagging site

1 commento:

THE CURMUDGEON ha detto...

Here are the ten warning signs of dementia. You seem to match most of them.

Memory loss - tick. The memory is certainly becoming selective.
Difficulty with tasks - tick.
Disorientation - tick.
Language problems - declining.
Changes in abstract thinking - tick.
Poor judgement - tick.
Poor spatial skills - unsure.
Misplacing things - marbles perhaps.
Mood, personality and behaviour changes - tick. You're certainly grumpier.
Loss of initiative - tick. The blog posts aren't what they once were.

I could add "Slipping into the realms of fantasy there".