The Olds
Brought to you by "TimeLie" * - 6:00am GMT (ahem) New Years Eve 2006 - the Cockpit, Tony's house

+ ....And at the top of the olds this morning - Clouds cleared briefly at 1:00am GMT today allowing a Newcastle-under-Lyme man (57) his first close up view of the moon using his new telescope.... first impressions are "the moon is made of cheese, and has a man in it"....

+ ....and in a separate development the same man (57) admits he is going "down-bank" again. Earlier this month we reported to you that heavily bearded, balding, father of two, Tony Jones (57) was getting better. Ashen-faced "Tone" now admits "It was all a lie, damn you; my joints are stiff and painful again - I could hardly get out of bed this morning, my hands hurt like hell as I type this and I get tired very easily - it's been getting steadily worse for a couple of weeks, although haven't really wanted to admit it. It's probably the steroids finally wearing off - I hoped the methotrexate would be having more effect by now. Arse...!"

+ .... and finally.... It's New Years Eve and it's Party Time - we're off to Zoe & Warren's for the first part of the evening, and then Cath & Scott's later - and for the first time in years a Bradwell man (57) will "stay dry" tonight - he admitted, "Yes Jeremy.... I'm on the wagon... doctor's orders...".

+ ... and absolutely finally, from all of us here at "BlogHawk Olds" we wish you a Good Hogmanay and a very Happy New year

+ ... and completely & utterly finally, why not confuse everyone tonight by singing the full version of
"Auld Lang Syne" -

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?

CHORUS:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
CHORUS

We twa hae run about the braes,
and pou’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin’ auld lang syne.
CHORUS

We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin’ auld lang syne.
CHORUS

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!
And gies a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie-waught,
for auld lang syne.
CHORUS

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