Not yet. I'm hopeful I'll hold out for actual colour right into old age.Wearing any taupe, crax?
Not yet. I'm hopeful I'll hold out for actual colour right into old age.Wearing any taupe, crax?
May I refer you to one of Saga's own piccies
Mr hop, it seems, must have a matching shade of casual comfort.
I hope I never end up in that sickening stateMay I refer you to one of Saga's own piccies
Mr hop, it seems, must have a matching shade of casual comfort.
Give over...Paging @rich p
Yes, they've clearly chosen to ignore the old adage...Life is serious, Life is real.I hope I never end up in that sickening state
^ More Spaghetti Western than Saga.
I never worked out why the men always have to skip along beaches in light coloured "slacks". We have used their home insurance. The sales people have a rather wonderful script to follow eg "You'll be wanting accidental damage cover "for peace of mind", won't you?". They seemed obsessed by peace of mind.May I refer you to one of Saga's own piccies
Mr hop, it seems, must have a matching shade of casual comfort.
In a morbidly fascinating way, I was reading the Saga website. Turns out they do Saga singles cruises. Now if that isn't club 18-30ish for cardy wearers, I don't know what is.In my head I'm still in the Club 18-30 crowd
I never thought about Saga until one day, some years ago, I caught Saga radio whilst negotiating the flyover off the M5 back onto the M6 heading through Birmingham. Saga radio, I thought, what the hell, really.
It was all wispy melodies and tweeting birds with gentle reminders about prostates and womens issues to the mad honking sweating rush of Birmingham's congestion, with two hours still to go after a long day of painfully tedious meetings.
I was so fascinated, I turned it up and listened, rapidly coming to the conclusion that there was nothing on Saga radio that chimed with my life and thankfully I was still a good few years from their target audience, though slightly miffed that I couldn't yet get a quote from them until I'd mellowed for a bit in the garden next to the petunias.
I couldn't, I thought, imagine ever being their target audience and even now I'm old enough to be actively targeted by them, leaflets dropped by serene tweety birds through the letterbox whilst I'm relaxing in the garden. Leaflets containing white haired active blokes in a nice shirt and shimmery wrinkled women in a nice cardy on a cruise, I still think, wtf, I'll never be that old.
Plus, if I'm honest, they ain't cheap.
Are you old enough for Saga?
Think positive Colin.Unfortunately, I am too old for Saga ....Even if I were younger though, I don't think she would be interested in me!
May I refer you to one of Saga's own piccies
Mr hop, it seems, must have a matching shade of casual comfort.