to ask if you have plans for eccentricity in your "twilight years"?

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After a conversation with EduStudent, I'm currently working on a plan to have a skill that will delight my DGC but horrify my DC for my GreyBristlyYears.

It may involve toads and only eating food beginning with C.

What will be your peculiarity?

Ohhhhh you all have lovely ideas for excessive eccentricity. I may have to pinch Echt's idea of champagne quaffing.

I want to go to lots of festivals. I have a friend who is my psychic mind twin. She is approaching 60 and goes to lots of gigs and festies - she is my role model.

I also plan to have a shoe collection to rival Imelda Marcos but I suspect that isn't at all eccentric - just wishful thinking.

we can smoke rollies and be scandalous
swearie and inappropriate
love pat butcher,shes right ole bruiser

why wait? how do you know you'll get any twilight years? im quite odd already, and not very grown up anyway. so i doubt anyone will notice me 'becoming' eccentric.

We will have frequent scraps with the neighbours and wear manky faux leopardskin coats and huge earrings, yes.

It'll be like a RL piss-taking version of AIBU.

I am not going to wait for eccentricity to hit me full on when I highly unlikely to be able to appreciate it due to the high probability that I will have Alzheimers by then ...I have a weird shit corner in my house in which I keep my mannequins and freaky babies and skulls etc- there are two of my children who are fighting over ownership of weird shit corner already ...I need to make a will

I do own a shop - maybe I should turn that into a Royston Vasey shop and leave that to one of my kids to even things up

i will become a gallus ole biddie
boggin fake fur,earrings like satellite dishes,garish lippie

I have beaten you to it scottishmummy

in that case,i salute your indefatigability in pursuit of gallus life
world needs a few more swearie gallus pat butchers

Nothing eccentric. A life of calm and oasis with my husband and children and grandchildren

My DH and I are going to go and live in a gite in the Dordogne. He will paint watercolours and I will write very bad novels, and we will do Tai Chi and yoga in the nude in the garden much to the delight of our French Farmer neighbours. We will have chickens and a goat and a pig and they will be allowed to wander in and out of the house at will. The house will be filthy but charming.

I will wear floaty kaftans and a turban, very large earrings and bright red lippy. I will drink Ricard at 10 am, and smoke Gitanes in a long cigarette holder. I don't smoke but I might start when I'm old.

Our grandchildren will come for the summer and then go home and tell everyone that we are actually mad.

whats so funny about reading this is it reminds me of when i was a kid and you would say 'when i am a grown up i will .....' and now that we ARE grown ups it like we cant wait for a second chance a childhood, except this time round, we will have the benefit of experience!

I was thinking of turning into miss havisham. or taking up Wicca and scaring the shite of children in the area by being the witch lady.

I'm giong to go and live on a protest camp and do lots of demos cos I won't care about getting asbos and criminal records by then. will indulge the inner hippy in me and wear lots of floaty dresses and possibly even flowers in my hair

I remember when I was little being impressed by an elderly lady who lived in a house with a big window overlooking the high street. She used to station herself at the window in the morning, cup of tea (possibly fortified) in hand and shout comments at passers-by - about what they were wearing, what they were doing etc. Looked like fun.

plan to behave like the lovely wobbly randy old ladies off harry enfield. you remember, the two that used to follow fit blokes about, feeling their biceps going "oooohhhhh young man!!" then proceed to kidnapping them n keeping em in a shed for a bit. i plan to grow old very disgracefully :)

Wolfhound She sounds amazing! I could fancy that. Perhaps with a walking stick to shake and a pair of binoculars. I'd have to move somewhere busier. Perhaps with a balcony

I am planning on having very severe hairstyles and dressing like a 1920s lesbian, or The Artful Dodger, or a matador, possibly with a cape.

DH and I will have many dogs and will corrupt our grandchildren by giving them wine with their dinner when they are 15, and encouraging them into subversive music and books.

I really like the sound of that very much. The Dordogne might be be a good place to rant at random passers-by, not enough of them. I think you need to be in somewhere subruban for optimum ranting opprotunities.

I have thus far been a person who spends a gret deal of time NOT saying what i really want to say. I like an easy life full of harmony. But I might abandon harmony and opt for Speaking My Mind, like only old people can.

might not be a good place, FFS. My ability to type proper these days is woeful.

I don't plan on waiting until I'm old.

I'm starting as soon as DS1 is 18 and going pubbing/clubbing with his mates. I am going to invite myself along, get drunk, loud and flirt outrageously with them. Having fun and embarrassing my kids at the same time what could be better. Goes without saying that I will be dressed completely inappropriately for my age too

I always thought it would be good to be the old lady who has a huge bag of crumbs with her at all times so I can annoy people by feeding the pigeons, especially in front of "Do not feed the birds" signs.

I will always know better than everyone else, have had a harder life than everyone else and I shall ring people/family complaining that nobody ever goes to see me, I am old and alone and that are all going to feel guilty when I die.

I can't wait.

NotShort I actually know someone exactly like that and her sone is one very screwed up young man.

I've decided I'm going to sell my house, and move in with each of my three children in strict rotation, 4 months a year each. See which one of them cracks first.

I read it as 'plans for electricity' too

No I have no plans for electricity in my twilight years. I am going back to candles (thus enhancing the twilight aspect) :)

I used to live across from an old lady named Bertha.

She would greet each morning by flinging open the window and singing opera or an oldy worldy hymn.

I woke most days to her old voice singing 'morning has bro-k-en'.
We lived on the canals, so her voice would carry MILES!

She had an adoring little old husband who ran around after her all day long.

She would invite all the neighbourhood children in when she felt like it and show us her jewelry and make up - yes and all the garish lipstick.

I'm starting to think she was onto something. Especially the loud public singing.

I want to be imperious...is that the word? Even the vicar was scared of Bertha.

My grandmother could fart the Marseillaise.

We have very high standards to live up to in my family.