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I'm not opposed to going to a night baseball game on beautiful summer evening. I once saw the NY Mets vs Pittsburgh Pirates way back in 1973. Willie Mays was still playing for the Mets back then.
A few more bucket list ideas down, on that crappy site I was looking at, and I see this one.....
Drink A Guinness In Dublin
The major problem here is that I absolutely hate Guinness. Never liked it at all so why bother going all the way to Dublin (not exactly a cheap place to stay, either) to drink an utterly foul liquid I last sampled at a party around the corner from my house? Personally I'd rather drink brandy (which I despise) from a dog's bowl in Blackpool (a tacky dump). This thread is definitely revealing my grumpy side.
On the flip side, I recall attending a game between the Yankees and the Tigers that dragged along to the 16th inning. It was the first game of a double-header. We left before the second game.I'm not opposed to going to a night baseball game on beautiful summer evening. I once saw the NY Mets vs Pittsburgh Pirates way back in 1973. Willie Mays was still playing for the Mets back then.
Double headers are more baseball than I need for one evening. I actually have a triple A baseball park one mile from my house and it's a nice stadium. But I've yet to make it over there for a game.On the flip side, I recall attending a game between the Yankees and the Tigers that dragged along to the 16th inning. It was the first game of a double-header. We left before the second game.
Indeed. As a soon-to-be "plastic Paddy" I too take profound offence at this. Admittedly I always preferred Murphy's myself, though........!![]()
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It would be good to go on one just to cause havoc. Like wandering off from the tours and turning up back at the boat a day later worse for wear. Maybe with a few local 'mates' in tow. My late mother went on a med and near middle-east cruise though and she thought it was excellent.Take a cruise ... the idea of being on a ship with 2000+ (and usually a LOT more) people where the primary things to do are eat and be herded around various shore-based tourist traps ... no thank you!
As a kid there was an attempt to brainwash me into loving the Toronto Blue Jays, but it never took. I could never manage to stay awake through an entire baseball game.On the flip side, I recall attending a game between the Yankees and the Tigers that dragged along to the 16th inning. It was the first game of a double-header. We left before the second game.
I did the Inca trail about a decade ago. I couldn't do it now.I used to want to got to Machu Pichu - probably a result of too much Conan Doyle (Lost World) and Rider Haggard. Now I think it would be something to avoid after seeing what happened to John Peel. I don't think I could cope with the thin air and the climbing.
I don't have an anti-nursing home feeling now that my Mum spent the last year of her life in a wonderful dementia-specialist care home. She was so much more content during that last year than she had been during the previous three or four years in her own home, even though I lived in the same street. It all depends on what's available.Going to a Super Bowl party.
Buying a juicing machine or any other overpriced gadget advertised on TV.
Going to a stadium for any kind of sporting event or overpriced pseudo musical experience.
Ending up in a nursing home if I live too long.
Nigerian Guinness is better, but don't tell the Irish!A few more bucket list ideas down, on that crappy site I was looking at, and I see this one.....
Drink A Guinness In Dublin
The major problem here is that I absolutely hate Guinness. Never liked it at all so why bother going all the way to Dublin (not exactly a cheap place to stay, either) to drink an utterly foul liquid I last sampled at a party around the corner from my house? Personally I'd rather drink brandy (which I despise) from a dog's bowl in Blackpool (a tacky dump). This thread is definitely revealing my grumpy side.
On the whole, I would agree with you there. However, I have occasionally thought it might be useful to have my social security number tattooed in some inconspicuous place, like the bottom of my foot. That way, should I ever develop advanced Alzheimer's, I could be identified if I just wandered off somewhere. But nowadays, I suppose I would have to worry about identity theft, if I, for example, went swimming in a public place.OP goes first, so...
Getting a tattoo. No way. Even aside from the aspect that it the process is painful and the result permanent (save for extensive treatments), I absolutely see no point in it.
It's some time ago now, but a great friend of mine had a tongue piercing and he had to take it out when eating. I remember also that after the piercing the tongue swelled and as it calmed down the barbell stud was too long and rapped against his teeth, which probably wasn't good for the enamel. So he got a shorter one. Apparently all completely normal in the life of a tongue piercing. I just wondered why he had it at all. Since it seemed, as you say, such a 'faff'.Body studs, especially those through the tongue, as my niece has. What a faff, just eating. It seems barbaric.
I don't like tattoos either. My Scottish grandfather had one - he lived in a seaport, and he was born before 1900, so it just seemed quaint & tacky to me. There's no way I can adjust to seeing a tattoo as sophisticated or chic.
I dislike both. I find (some) tattoos marginally more appealing (rarely, because they are rarely tasteful) but they are of course permament. (And they seem to trigger addiction as people tend to get more and more of them.) Almost all piercings (except earrings and the most discreet kind of nose piercings) yield a moderate to strong disgust reflex with me but they are at least removable, sometimes without remaining disfigurement.Body studs, especially those through the tongue, as my niece has. What a faff, just eating. It seems barbaric.
I don't like tattoos either. My Scottish grandfather had one - he lived in a seaport, and he was born before 1900, so it just seemed quaint & tacky to me. There's no way I can adjust to seeing a tattoo as sophisticated or chic.