Two Grouse shooters are out on the moors when one of them collapses. He doesn't seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed over. Quickly the other man pulls out his mobile phone and calls emergency services.
He gasps to the operator: "I think my friend is dead! He doesn't seem to be breathing!! What can I do?"
The operator, in a calm, soothing voice replies: "Take it easy. I can help. First, let's make sure he's dead."
Silence, then a shot is heard.
Back on the phone, the hunter says, "Ok, now what?"
When I was young I was called a rugged individualist
When I was in my fifties I was considered eccentric
Here I am doing and saying the same things I did back then and now I'm labelled senile
