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

[ChaosTrulyReigns]

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?

Respect to your grandmother! What are you working on for your own dotage? 'Deutschland Uber Alles', perhaps? 'America the Brave' ...?

I read it as electricity as well. I don't know why I clicked on it really, because let's face it, that would be the dullest thread in the world.

I am going to sell all I own (dh will be dead by then cos he eats too many McDonalds), buy a fancy camper van and drive from Alaska to Tierra Del Fuego, even if that means being the first person to drive the Darien.

I do not intend to allow the fact that I have never passed my driving test to stop me doing this.

I will detour via Yellowstone and the Grand Canyon.

weegie, can I come? Tierra del Fuego is top of my Places to See Before I Die list.

I'll bring prosecco, stripy tights, hairy woollies and will join you in cackling at the locals, waving fists/prosecco bottles around, and wolf-whistling young hotties.

I'm coming with you weegie. I'm inviting myself and there's nothing you can do about it.

Quodlibet - impressive!

Ooooh, Weegie, we could make it an outing from my old folks home!! (see yesterday's post!)

Oh, I've had my elderly eccentric plans in place since I was 28.

House by the sea with a slightly wild, secret gardenish outside, with several of my friends and about 60 black cats. We will all have lilac rinses, dress in evening gowns, feather boas and crocheted shawls, drink G&Ts from 7am, prank the postie at least once a week, propagate rumours that we are all witches so the local kids point and whisper as they tiptoe past, and we will smell of lavender and wee. And gin.

I don't even like gin, but, hey...

We'll be drunken sinister menaces. In sequins. :o

I have always had a yen for nudism.

I'm probably going to be a lot like Grandma Mazur from the Stephanie Plum books. :)

Plus I will get a gigantic garish parrot and teach it to swear and bite those who cross me .

I'll probably eat chocolate cake and salt and vinegar crisps every day. Glorious.

I am going to wear smocks, ethnic earrings and colourful silk scarves which clash. I plan to travel the Silk Road, and when I come back I will bore everyone senseless with my stories.

Already decided. Will spend my oldest years in an SW3 bijou flat a few minutes walk from Peter Jones and the Kings Road and when I'm 60 I'm having a proper soft top two seater sports car - something like an Alpha Romeo Spider and am going to become as indomitable and pig headed in rl as I am on MNet.

I will only eat out and I will arrive late and be drunk.

This should go some way to make up for years of frugal home cooking, reliability and sobriety!

My great grandmother kept goats and walked them along the main road to get their greens on the central reservation, before milking them "so I know where my milk's come from". Aged 80 she decided it was too much hassle to get dressed in the morning so stayed in bed draped in indian shawls, reading French novels and doing The Times crossword every morning by 10am. She lived till 102 - and swore by eating a clove of raw garlic a day as the secret of her longevity... I'm not quite sure how to beat that!

It sounds like great fun-perhaps we should have a commune!

Ooooh can't wait to read through this thread but just wanted to add my own -

OH's grandad (95) has, more than once, gone into a supermarket, picked up a bunch of asparagus, snapped off the tips, put those in his trolley, and left the stalks in the fruit and veg section. When apprehended, he politely explained that he only want the tips and therefore does not see why he has to pay for the stalks.

I could see his point, but they charge by the bunch these days, not by weight!

Right, I'm going to read the thread and get some ideas for my good self

Good glods, I'm already in my twilight-ish years, and having read this thread I realise I'm beige and boring and sensible. I've been having thoughts recently of getting out of my unattractive-yet-comfy stretchy tops and trousers and trainers into something more appropriate for my age - twinset, pearls, and tweed skirts, and court shoes?

Noooo, be warned, dear ladies, it could happen to you if you're not careful.

I'm taking notes - it may yet not be too late for me.

why wait, I'm practising now...

I shall shave my head and go blonde (I'm black). Except for a single front-hanging rat's tail which I shall plait and add Floella Benjamin beads to.

Suitably horrible?

I think only people above the age of 65 should be allowed to join the army. I think we'd be very careful who we shot, and we'd probably prefer talking solutions. We wouldn't be able to work the weapons, either (at least I wouldn't) so that would make everything a lot safer, imo.

Speedy, you will be hard to avoid and will enjoy watching people try.

Hmm perhaps I will dress in the current teen style of the day - the ultimate mutton as lamb. Could anything be more excruciating? Even the idea of the consternation and derision of future generations is heady.

I am going to wear a turban and housecoat and harrass tradespeople a la margot from the good life.

And sit in public places and shout "feck, arse, drink!!" at the top of my voice a la father ted.

This will be me, I shall be Catherine Tate's Nan. I am practising already - not long to go now

TantePiste - damn right I'll be hard to avoid! I intend to dress from head to toe in Velcro and will stick to anyone who tries to run away from me .

I'm already eccentric,